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[junkyardlynx]

Hey guys, stop me if you’ve heard this one before.

Sorry to repost this so soon, but I forgot that Tumblr really, really hates links in posts. Which sucks. Because. What the hell, man? Anyway. 

I’m Spencer, I’m an immunocompromised writer trying to scrape out a living in the inhospitable alien wasteland known as Midwest America during the COVID-19 pandemic. I currently have a modest collection of dark poetry available on Gumroad, titled Unblinking. I can’t post the link here, obviously, because Tumblr sucks. Not having luck with Zelda, either. But if you go to gumroad’s site and search “Unblinking” it’s the only result. I like to stand out, I know, it’s a problem.

I don’t want to give you a sad sap story or anything, but I am struggling to make my way. I don’t have any family to fall back on, as my father died a few years ago. Other than that, I’ve been slowly trying to recover from extreme poverty and sepsis the last few years. This is my only real source of income, so I’m just trying to strut a little and get my work out there for you wonderful witches and warlocks to see. I’m awful at this sort of thing, if you couldn’t tell. Bet you could, you’re an observant little person, aren’t you?

My main goal right now other than “continue to not die and also have an apartment, maybe with some sort of food item too” is to begin writing this novel I’ve been outlining for a bit.

The broad premise is that someone invites their friend group out deep into the forests on a proposed camping trip but hey, guess what? They want to kill their friends. You know who thinks that isn’t cool? The local woodland shapeshifter who likes pranking campers for a laugh. So when the shapeshifter witnesses the instigator murdering the uh, living daylights out of one of the campers, what do they do? They show up back at the camp, wearing the dead person’s face. Horror hijinks ensue as the villain completely wigs out since hey, dummy, you’re supposed to be dead.

If you’ve previously purchased my book or have no penchant for poetry and self-promotion, perhaps you could perform a perfunctory act of payment and patronize me via my paypal. Or you could patronize me the other way, y’know, condescending and all. 

My Paypal Me thing is /punishedlynx.

Anyway. I’m just doing my best to keep my head up, get the word out there and start on this new writing project in earnest. I don’t know what the future holds but I’m hoping I can keep hanging on and doing what I love.

Love you guys, sorry.