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If you follow me on social media, you’ll have seen there’s been some slow-but-exciting progress on the creative front… I’ve been working on something called a Data Shard. I’m still figuring things out, so I don’t want to give too much away and ruin the surprise, but, because I am a tease, I’ll tell you this: It has its own still and moving parts. (Moving parts. I know. Bet you weren’t expecting that.) It also has its own specially designed catalogue number… because apparently

Something begins to gather. Not whole stories. Not perfect records. Fragments. Bits of language. Half-remembered sounds. Poetry without a clear author. Data shards that feel more emotional than informational. This is what survives in The Rooted Age. __________________________________________________________________________________ After everything changed, no one thought to preserve things neatly. There were no pristine libraries or flawless backups. What remained a

It’s messy. It’s uncertain. And strangely… I’m okay with that. (Happy New Year, by the way! lol) Because over the last year, something shifted. What used to feel like failure... the self-doubt, the distraction, the not-knowing... now feels more like evidence that I’m on the edge of something new. It’s not tidy. It’s not streamlined. And it’s definitely not what I see in my social media feed. __________________________________________________________________________________