So, I've started university. Hooray. Got into a really exclusive, you beaut, she'll be right mate kind of place.
Costing me many a royal brass razoo, I tell you, lads.
But what does this mean for you?
Unfortunately, I have a very... unfortunate c-c-combo of narcolepsy, PTSD and agoraphobia.
Agoraphobia + Starting in a new school + Narcolepsy = My brain literally cannot handle much more stress, it knocks me out cold more or less. Not that writing is stressful, oh no, I mean stress in the engineering, load bearing sense. Writing is mentally exhausting and I'm busy using that brain juice to not explode. Or implode? It's pressure, so I suspect it's implosion, though I'm certain I don't want to test that hypothesis.
I appreciate, love and feed off comments and feedback, that's always my biggest, and always will be my biggest, motivator at this point. It's not stroking my ego, well, maybe a little is but I'm only (I assume) human.
Most of it is just proving to myself, in whatever little way, that people actually enjoy what I write. It's one thing to see a little number next to a green tick and another beast completely to have someone take the time and effort to say "I appreciate you. Here's where you fucked up. Don't do it again. The fucking up, I mean, not the writing. I enjoyed that and I will gut you if you don't keep doing it. Fuck up and I'll gut you, which I will also do if you don't write more. That should clarify my stance."
I was going somewhere with that but uni seriously burned me out, didn't help that I was pretty vociferously abused for my... Idiosyncrasies, and as a result of a few twats it sort of, well, trickles down onto you.
Thank you for your patien- HAHA. Ah. Patience on the internet... Ahh. Right.
This was MrNumbers saying "Please don't hit me." He thinks.