Announcement

To my dear readers

I had really hoped that it wouldn’t come to this, but here we are. 
I’m placing Tales of Camelot on hiatus.  

For the people who know me personally, you already know what’s going on, but the bottom line is that I’m not doing well. Mentally. I always bounce back eventually, but this time is rather severe. I don’t want the story to suffer because of it. The next chapter is incredibly important to me and with my head as it is now, I just can’t bring myself to write it. I’ll add a blurb at the bottom that explains what is going on with me for those who want to know.  

For everyone else: sorry, but my medieval cast is taking an extended summer break. Picture Arthur in bright blue swimming trunks, red as a lobster, with sunglasses on and sunscreen smeared all over his nose. My cast is going to enjoy some time off in Sulani.  

I’m not quitting this story. That’s a promise from me. It means too much to me to stop partway through, anyway. But I don’t know when I’ll be back.
So… take care of yourselves until then. Until we meet again! I’ll see you at the next chapter. 

With love,

Yimi

Other simlit to read  

Have you tried Of Love and Monsters by Feroshgirl?
Divided by Snowbnuuy?
Tusnelda and Trix by MonaSolstraale?
Almost Eternal by SnuffyBucket?

Oh, you’ve read all of those? Good! Then we can be friends. 😄 

What’s actually going on 

Warning: not fun.

I’ll be frank. I’m a wee bit broken. My characters and I share a bad habit of burying trauma. The last few months have been all kinds of terrible for all kinds of reasons. And that was after sitting through 2 lonely years of COVID, and 4 soul-crushing years of working at a Japanese black company as a female foreigner. I was holding it together reasonably well, all things considered.
Until Guinevere’s flashback chapters.  

Not all of you know this, but the lion’s share of her backstory is lifted directly from my own experiences. I’ve never actually talked to anyone about them before, let alone written them down like that. And digging it up and re-living the experience did a real number on my mental well-being. Much more than I thought it would.  

On top of that, I’ve had to break free from said Japanese black company, deal with the backlash, figure out what I actually enjoy doing, find a new job to support me, support loved ones that are going through one hell of a rough time themselves, battle rent and inflation with no pay rise in four years and deal with the horrifically brutal loss of my beloved cat, along with a slew of other challenges. They just keep coming. Like wave after wave, a new one washing over me every time I try to take a breath. I tried to bury it all and remain functional, somehow, until holidays in August.

I didn’t make it.

A few weeks ago, things finally blew up, triggering everything in my head that could be triggered in the worst way possible. It’s not good. I’m back at the point where “Guinevere’s” voices are so overwhelming that I can’t function, and worse. There have been a few very worrying moments.  

I’m… tired.


I’ll be okay. 

I always bounce back. Always. It’s the biggest advantage of having a “Fae” voice that won’t allow you to break. But it won’t be normal again right away. I’m going to be burning for a while, metaphorically. And at the end of it, I’ll be okay. I always am. I always will be. But I can’t let ToC turn to ashes in the meantime, or into whatever mess it would become if I keep writing as I am now.
So… hiatus it is.  

We’ll be back.  

See you on the other side. 🤍 

Michelle