Mastodawn

The Mid-Year State of the Union of an Autistic Writer (June 2026 Edition)

Welcome to June, my fine friends. And as the middle of 2026 spproaches, so comes this important state of my life as of now. Regarding my writing career, it’s currently having its hits and misses as I’m juggling to get all my stories finished by the end of July while juggling family dynamics, my day job, and even the unavoidable moments when I have to just step back and focus on my personal matters.

Speaking of personal matters, it’s also having its hits and misses. From my older brother having myoloma (a treatable form of blood cancer) to learning what it means to be financially independent to working on my spiritual life; there are days when I’m always playing the masquerade games of life where I’m lying to myself and everyone…and days when I need to be candid and lie low for a while. So, you can tell that things are chaotic to a point where I’m hardly recognizing myself anymore.

But as I’m learning from a quote from Dan Brown’s “The DaVinci Code,” a little faith can do wonders.

I’m going to still write my stories, get a good grip on my personal goals, and just take things one paragraph and one chapter at a time. And that’s all I can do at this point because I’m still telling myself to not be ashamed of who I am with my lack of social skills and my own eccentricities. Because I am who I am and yet I know I can be a better person than who I was the days before. Yes, there are still areas in my life where there can be improvement. And I still have more bridges to cross that I can’t do so until I’m learning what they are. But I can still be someone with great talents and unleash the successful man that’s hidden in me. All I need to do is keep God first and keep things transparent with Him.

So pardon me for not posting as much as I hoped in the last post like this one. But life’s not stopping for those who waste away. And all I can do is permit myself to ride off into the sun where it never sets for people like me. But I will be doing what I can to embrace my destinies. And I hope this post can inspire you to do the same.

As for future previews from my ongoing stories on Wattpad, that might be of some time before I can continue because of what’s going on right now. But I will share previews of one or two of my stories either tomorrow or Saturday. For now, I hope you guys have a blessed day and remember the final quote from a movie that has me nostalgic: “The sun never sets on those who ride into it.”

#BeingAnAuthor #BeingMyself #BeingReal #CandidPosts #GettingReal #HumpDayWednesday #KeepIt100 #KeepingItReal #MidWeekCheckIn #MidYearCheckIn #MorningDriveCheckIn #NewContentComingSoon #NewMonth #PlansForTheFuture #StateOfTheUnionAddress

Human2022 Jun 1

New month. New opportunities. 🌱

You don't need a perfect start. One good decision today can build momentum for the rest of the month.

Focus on progress, not perfection.

What's your biggest goal for June? 👇

#June #NewMonth #Growth #Motivation #Goals

Angel Blessings Jun 1

June’s Journey: Celebrate Life, Love, and Growth

June has a sacred quality that always resonates with me. Perhaps it’s the warmth of the sun, the extended daylight hours, the vibrant beauty of nature in full bloom, or the opportunity to pause and appreciate life’s simple joys. For me, June is also my birthday month—a time for reflection, gratitude, growth, and celebration. Each year, as I embark on another journey around the sun, I find myself taking a moment to contemplate my experiences: the lessons learned, the challenges faced, […]

https://angelblessings11.com/2026/06/01/junes-journey-celebrate-life-love-and-growth/

Con J Cosby Jun 1

Stardate: 2026.6.1 - "Cycle: Rainbow"

Let the colours paint your heart and decorate your soul. 🏳️‍🌈🌈❤️
#Rainbow #PrideMonth #Prairie #LGBTQIAPlus #LoveIsLove #Cycle #Love #Garden #Sky #Green #Grass #LGBT #LGBTQIA #LGBTQIACommunity #LGBTQIALove #Pride #June #Summer #NewSeason #NewMonth #NewCycle

Jarrick Exum, Author May 6

“The Guardian of Couture” Inaugural Sneak Preview

Eleven in the morning hit like an after-school alarm as Emilia came to my office and said, “Two-hour lunch. You, me, Francis, the assistants you met today. Moreno’s Bistro. Don’t worry, it’s part of your internship. All interns are paid to eat lavish.”

I knew it wasn’t polite to say no to paid-for meals, especially when my stomach was craving for something more than fruit. So I followed the Briton assistant as we joined the others for a three-minute trek to the restaurant in question. Once we arrived (apparently, the owners of the restaurant knew of the magazine), we were sitting down in a private dining room of the restaurant as I grabbed a menu that boasted no prices. Knowing better than to refuse or go hungry, I settled for a bruschetta-themed pasta dish and a side salad.

“So, Alcide,” Gianna said after the blonde and perky waitress took everyone’s orders. “Feeling the pressure yet? You can tell that this is far from what you’re used to.”

“It’s fast-paced and full of high energy, but I’m understanding the lay of the land,” I replied, pausing to take a sip of iced tea. “Plus, staying on my feet at a job like waiting tables at Bennigan’s or busing tables at Zum-Zum gave me practice.”

“So we’ve heard,” Derrick said. “And what of your family?”

That made the air drop ten degrees at the mention of the people who had me exiled. Might as well, I said to myself. Out loud, “Well, my family isn’t the type of being used to the idea of working at a fashion magazine. They expected me to go to Liberty University or at least stay local and marry the church pastor’s daughter, who had the personality of cold spaghetti.”

“But surely you might’ve wanted some sort of reconciliation,” Mariah suggested.

I shook my head no. “My father was a proud and overly masculine man, just like my older brother Tyler. The latter was a jock with the typical asshole vibes yet is also a state trooper for the Lone-Star State and one of the teen-designated pastors,” I said. “Paige, meanwhile, could light up a room and make everyone feel more at ease. She was also as demure and deferring as my mother. They were fitted for each other. Then you have me, the middle child with dark humor like his late grandparents- both sets- and was never taken seriously. I was actually glad for being exiled because the expectations set before me changed more than Tyler changed his underpants.

“When they told me that I couldn’t return to Texas under the penalty of being shot down, I knew that they meant every word. Tyler and his buddies were good with guns and never missed a shot. They called me up every time that there was something going on back home and I was barred from attending. I was even barred from missing Paige’s graduation from middle school while I was a freshman in college. ‘Just stay where you are if you value your life,’ Tyler had slurred the day before. ‘Don’t make me regret not shooting you at the Greyhound bus station.’ So, I stayed away and either celebrated in silence when there were happy moments back home or mourned in silence when someone passed away. And even if I don’t get a job at Couture, I know that going back to Texas was, and still is, out of the question,” I finished.

You’ll never forget the first time! ” The Guardian of Couture” is hitting the runways, available EXCLUSIVELY on Wattpad! Don’t miss it!