Update on Saddled, and me (Patreon)

I'm trying to get my house back in order after that hellish abscessed tooth disaster.  I reread Saddled seven, and OY!  Next time I write on pain meds, someone stop me.  Parts were okay, but I dropped a whole plot point (Robinson is dangerous) and I slipped into a weird twilight zone of present tenseness at one point.  Yeah.  Drugs--not great for the creative process.  Anyway, I've fixed those points, and if you're following the story, the part you probably care about is the danger Robinson poses.  Now it's time to reread and try to get my head around my universes again.  It's easier without having the narcotics sharing brain space.