UPDATE FEBRUARY 13TH, 2016 @ 4:24 PM PST: SSL certificate finally replaced. You should no longer be getting warnings of untrusted connection from your browser. Happy Surfing!
Please be aware that we are currently awaiting our yearly renewal of our SSL certificate, which is required to secure the website and store (you’ll notice the https instead of just http in the URL found in your web browser’s address bar). The certificate has expired as of yesterday, but your data is still encrypted! My web host made the same bullshit mistake for the last two years, auto-billing me for an annual SSL certificate but not automating the installation of the certificate. So I am in queue to have my new SSL certificate installed, but I was told it could take 24-48 hours. If you were around this time last year, you’ll remember that the release of Dossier 006: Fire in the Ice had to be pushed for almost three days due to this same exact clusterfuck.
Supposedly, my web host claims they usually send email reminders a week before the SSL certificate expires so I can purchase a new one and make sure someone on their end installs it before the old one expires, but they claimed (this year, at least) that “they are redoing their infrastructure, and a lot of our automated emails aren’t going out”.
Hey everyone, I’m terribly sorry for the long delay since my last post. I’m sure you’re all curious about the status of Part II of Clara Ravens Episode 4: Colombina’s Illusion, but let me just drop a quick note about my current health so you understand why there’s been such a delay.
I’ve been off of work for nearly a month, and that has been a hard thing to deal with. That time was spent at doctor appointments and therapy/counseling and just generally fighting through my anxiety. I’ve managed to bounce back from the depression, but I still have a near unmanageable amount of anxiety and it’s incredibly, horribly distracting. It’s been a rough beginning of the year so far, and I still have more doctor appointments this week including an MRI for my liver and a full cardiological workup by a specialist to try and narrow down why I am having chronic chest pain. It’s hard to sit down and work when you’re so distracted and full of worry that you can’t focus, but despite this I have spent the last week rewriting a good portion of the end of Clara Ravens Episode 4: Colombina’s Illusion. I wanted to add more flavor to it, since it kind of gets a little stale at the end in my opinion (the dialogue, not the action). I’m still not 100% satisfied with it, but ideas and inspiration come to me frequently, so I might just be at the grocery store, holding a can of peas, and suddenly go, “Oh, it would be awesome if so-and-so says THIS!” and quickly jot a note down on my phone. So I am confident you’ll enjoy the conclusion, both the action and the dialogue.
As I sit down in front of my PC after quite a long absence, I find myself not interested in informing you all of project statuses or 2016 plans for Epoch Art, but rather to discuss family, life, and love… (stop reading now and check back early next year if sentimental/emotional rants aren’t your thing – this is going to get real depressing really quickly). But before I get going here, let me just express that this isn’t a cry for help. I’m not suicidal and I never will be. So don’t freak out and misconstrue my message when you get to the end. Okay, last chance to stop reading…
Still here? Okay then.
The last few months, and especially the last few weeks, have been some of the most emotional of my life. They say the holidays are always stressful, yet somehow this year was the first time I ever felt that sentiment to be true. It was an incredible rush to have my beautiful girlfriend move in with me weeks before the holiday and us celebrate our first Christmas together. It was full of cheer: Christmas cards adorning the walls, poinsettias, Christmas cookies, tons of Christmas movies, even tons more presents, a gorgeous tree, and lots of love. But it was also twinged with heartache as I was in the hospital and subsequently the E.R. and, for an incredibly intense four days, I was worried I was going to die.