Conquering Prehistoric is BACK ON THE MENU!

I tried to stop writing it. I really did.

But I just kept -thinking- about it and all cool things I wanted to add in and the direction I wanted it to finish in… and I couldn’t.

There is too much awesomeness in it to stop.

Current publishing goal – March 2024.

Which is later than I wanted.

But my daughter is sick. Very sick. After four years of knowing something was wrong, and going everywhere from Genetics to Psychiatrists to Rheumatologists to getting brain MRI’s… we finally found out last Thursday that she has PANDAS. (Simply put, she has a leaky gut full of bad bacteria and a leaky blood/brain barrier that lets antibodies through to cause havoc in her head…. leading to pretty much every symptom below.)

CLICKY LINK HERE for more information, it’s not exactly rare… but it’s not really known about either.

So, as you can tell by the symptoms, it sucks.

I won’t go in depth into the struggle, but let’s just say, it’s been an exhausting roller-coaster of a ride and a lot of times by the end of the day, I’m too tired to write. Or my mental state is such that I just don’t friggin’ feel like it.

Which has put me WAY behind this year.

Good news is all that suckyness that my daughter is experiencing is curable with a LOT of hardcore antibiotics. Yay.

We start the regimen Monday.

Please pray for us, it’s going to be difficult to get her to take all of this stuff. But we are finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. 🙂

In other news, we got a new puppy.

I don’t even know what to say about that… except this Hispanic preacher in an American flag cowboy hat with a gold tooth showed up to the city park one day with a MalChi (Maltese Chihuahua mix) in a basket while my daughter was playing, and it came home with us.

We named her Peaches.

And holy cow, how could you not love her? (Well, she pooped in her crate in the truck yesterday morning and rolled in it… that wasn’t lovely…)

She’s been a help with my daughter’s anxiety, and she’s pretty cute to boot.

And did I mention how tiny her pees and poops are? SUPER TINY. I could step in one barefooted and not even notice.

Compared to our two Mastiffs…. those are like softball sized cow patties.

That previous picture is her at 6 weeks old (so we were told). Below is her at 7.5 weeks playing with Bear, our English Mastiff, the monster dog who is in my not-so-professional author photos.

Not sure what else is worth mentioning.

It’s been a good few days with my daughter’s diagnosis, a new puppy, and a little bit of writing on Book FIVE today.

I can’t wait to get it to you.

It’s gonna be awesome.

Oh yeah, the world is pretty much aflame with war. I gotta get back in shape before the shooting starts. (Smaller mass equals smaller target and I’ve been working on my ‘author body’ for far too long.)

My best guess? China is going to pounce on Taiwan as Israel and Ukraine sucks up all of America’s money and equipment. And there won’t be squat we can do about it. I hope I’m wrong, but it seems like the perfect moment under pathetic American leadership, a recession, and woke military….

I leave you with this meme.

Stay strapped friends. Get right with the Lord. And watch your six.

Good news is that it’s fall. Beautiful leaves, cool weather, deer season… and you can dang near hide a FAL under a proper jacket or hoodie. So there ain’t no excuse to not be armed.

Much love,

Erik.