What the Hell Happened? · 10:19pm
Yes, what the hell happened to my stories? What happened to the promises I made about sequels and other fun things?
In layman's terms, they went to shit. Here's why.
1. Inspiration died.
2. Interest in ponies steadily dying.
3. Job search.
4. Lots and lots of personal crap going on.
And last but not least,
5. The will to write died.
Lately I've been going through a rough patch, my girlfriend (who will not be named) had a bit of a fallout with her parents that rendered her homeless. (I will not go into further detail.) Since then, she's been living with me in my small apartment because she essentially had nowhere else to go. With that, economy. I will not beat around the bush here, I'm down in the dumps broke. The only economical relief I have at the moment is coming from my parents, as I on slower days work in my father's autoshop. That's not a way to live, I can barely scrape money to rent and don't get me started on money for food.
So, to wrap this up a bit... I'm done for the moment. I can't focus enough to actually write. Pretty much the only free time I have is during evenings and by then I'm so tired I can barely think. Shame it would end this way, but I have to do it. I'm stressed enough as it is and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do.
Well... Bye guys, it was fun while it lasted.