A Note on Contact (Read It or Don't. I'm Past Caring.)
Let's get this absolutely clear, because my patience for this circus has officially been cremated and the ashes scattered.
If you contact me about my work, know who the hell you're talking to. If your opening message is "Are you from?" or any variation of generic, copy-paste, marketing-drivel nonsense that suggests you're firing off messages to a list of "clients" like I'm a lead in your sales funnel—fuck off. Immediately. I am not your client. I am not your potential commission. I am not your marketing opportunity.
I don't care if you "love the story." I don't care if you "just want to chat." If you cannot be bothered to address me by name or demonstrate you have actually read a single word I've written before hitting send, you are blocked. No warning. No benefit of the doubt. No polite clarification. The days of me saying "Oh, sorry for lumping you in with the scammers" are dead and buried.
I am here to write. That is the transaction. You read the words. That's it. I am not building a friendship factory. I am not a networking event. I am not a vending machine for commissions just because you slid into my DMs with a heart emoji.
If this makes me an asshole, so be it. I would rather be an asshole with peace of mind than a "nice" writer drowning in a sea of vultures and brain-dead bots.
This is the new policy. It is posted here, on the site, and in the place of my next chapter. Ignore it at your own risk. You will be deleted with the same amount of thought and care that you put into your first message: Zero.
Read the story. Or don't. I genuinely could not give a single flying fuck anymore.
Fuck 'em all.
To the Actual Readers (Yes, You. The Ones Who Actually Read This Far.)
I need to take a moment and speak directly to you—the ones who show up for the story, who leave thoughtful comments, who wait for the next chapter because you genuinely enjoy the world I'm building.
The note above this one is not for you. I need you to know that.
But the reason that note exists is because of the time I've lost trying to sort through the noise. Just recently, I spent two solid hours of what should have been writing time drafting polite responses, trying to decipher whether someone was a real reader or just another person running a script to get close for commissions. Two hours. That's why a chapter was late. That's why the posts didn't go up at the usual time. And the only people who get punished when that happens are the people who are actually here for the words—you.
And the worst part? Half of them aren't even scammers in the traditional sense. They're just messaging so many writers, casting such a wide net, that they genuinely don't remember who I am. I'm not a person they admire. I'm not even a name they recognize. I'm just a potential paycheck buried in their DM list. That's it. That's all I am to them.
And you know what that tells me? It tells me they've never read a single word I've written. They just saw "Author" in a bio and added me to the spreadsheet.
I value you reader. I see you. I write for you. And this new, hard-line approach is the only way I can protect the time I need to actually give you the next chapter. I am not angry at you. I am angry at the people who take advantage of a creator's politeness until there's no time left to create.
So, if you're a real fan, please don't take that the above piece personally. Take it as me finally putting a lock on the door so I can get back to the keyboard.
Thank you for still being here.