Dear Reader

Happy first Sunday of Advent. Today, my daughter and I are going to church, and seeing the lighting of the first candle. A purple one, the candle symbolizes hope, prophecy, and promise that has been given.

I'm sure for my daughter, today is going to be weird, but also wonderful. Like it or not, Christmas in a church can be vibrant. The colors, the lights. The possibility of snow crunching under your feet to the pews. And then you hear all these stories that are some of the most popular in our religion/mythology. I'm excited for her experiencing this, and perhaps this is the first year she'll really remember it.

For me, it's going to be reflective. Hope is weird. By its very premise, hope only exists when things have gone horribly wrong somewhere along the way. The way that life has gone is not exactly what you think it's supposed to be, whether through happenstance, circumstance, or bad luck and bad decisions. And now all we can do is hope that somehow, things will get better.

It's been a very hard year for me. Health wise, sanity wise, and there are some relationships that I think have truly been scarred for life. For those of us who think being a stay-at-home parent is easy, I'm here to tell you you're wrong.

But...there's hope. There's hope in God, and hope in people. Hope that somehow in the midst of darkness and cold, that the lights still shine brighter. I know that there will be more being written, and that there are plans for 2026 and beyond.

As this season of Advent comes, I pray that there is hope for you. Because hope is...well, it's rebellious. Hope is not just a belief, but an act of defiance against the status quo. Acknowledging that things suck, but screw it, it's getting better. One way or another.

May this season be hopeful.

Many blessings,

Jack

How are the books coming along?

Project 369 is continuing onward. The months all have wonderful themes, and January and February have some great topics. This week slowed down (for very Thankful reasons, if you pardon the pun), but I'm so psyched for the next part.

Where do we see you next?

As mentioned earlier, we will be at the art show Saturday, December 6th! Coming up in just 2 weeks, I cannot wait to see you all in New Bedford!

Dead by the Book

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I didn't ask for a destiny.

Especially one that says that I'm supposed to destroy every god in existence.

It made the name William Creed a curse. Made me turn tail and run from the only home I knew. Left my friend, my favorite ghost, and hoped that the gods would just forget about me.

But now I'm back. Chasing the one good paycheck I've seen in years. Chasing some kid who's in way over his head, searching for a book that could break reality.

I'll have to take on dragons, the undead, a whole cosmos of deities, and my own mother.

Welcome to God Street. Where miracles become realities.

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