Attend, if you will, to this proclamation. These communiqués, oft regarded as idle trifles, small diversions to scatter amidst your day, have proven a tolerable source of mirth for so among you. Yet today I bring not whimsy but tidings of weight: from the 2nd through the 4th of September, my hand shall be stilled, my quill set aside.
You will, of course, refrain from speculation. No, I have not succumbed to the inexorable collapse of the psyche. No, I have not been bottled within a mason jar alongside combustible skitterwhits. No, I do not howl in mourning over the misplacent of a pet rock nad Gravelkin.
The truth is simple: I shall, for a brief span, retire from this ceaseless exertion. Though this book has consud to such an extent that entire days vanish in the frenzy of writing, there are yet other noble pursuits—stroking the fur of my felonious feline friends, beholding the spectacle of football (not to be called by the lesser na “soccer”), taking in the verdancy of grass as it dares grow unburned by spells—and yes, ensuring I do not, through sleepless folly, transmute my betrothed from Liene into Severa.
On the 5th of September, my words shall return to you in full, unless, of course, destiny decrees I am struck across the brow by a Stupenstone when so training automaton ets an untily and explosive end.
And yes—let it be inscribed in the annals and whispered in the cloisters—I have altered my penna.
The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.
That is all. Return to your sigils.
Translation: Thank you for reading the announcents. A good source of entertainnt for myself and so of y’all has been treating these announcents as so nice little 𝚙̶𝚛̶𝚘̶𝚌̶𝚛̶𝚊̶𝚜̶𝚝̶𝚒̶𝚗̶𝚊̶𝚝̶𝚒̶𝚘̶𝚗̶ distractions. I have sothing actually important to announce today though: I’ll be taking a break from posting from the 2nd to the 4th of September. No, I’m not going through a terminal ntal breakdown. No, I’m not trapped inside a mason jar along with combustible skitterwhits. No, I did not lose a pet rock nad Gravelkin and am now wailing in despair.
I’m just taking a breather. This book has been such a big part of my life recently there are days I do nothing but write. Which is fun, don’t get wrong, but so is touching grass, playing with my cats, following my favorite 𝚜̶𝚘̶𝚌̶𝚌̶𝚎̶𝚛̶ football team on the weekends, and not staying awake until 4AM and turning my fiancé from Liene to Severa in the process.
Normal posting schedule resus from the 5th of September, barring unforeseen circumstances like getting whacked in the face by a Stupenstone after a training dummy explodes in front of .
And yes, I have changed my penna.
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