Blog Where I Admit That I Can Actually Still Write · 5:10pm Jun 10th, 2019
No, really, I can. Even when I haven't had much of anything to show for it lately, I'm writing and that does mean that I haven't quit. I've never been the best at using these blogs to connect to people like other users on the site, but if you had been worried that I had forgotten something, downgraded to a lurker, or something else, then I haven't. What I have been doing is working on packing and everything else that comes with a move, and have been working on various tasks for this over the course of... a few months, now I think? While this meant that writing time shrank to basically nothing and because I didn't have my laptop with me in the first place, it does mean I'll actually have air conditioning during the summer.
I know this isn't much of a surprise, but I get heat sick pretty easily and haven't had air conditioning for a full summer since I was, like, seven. It's basically a luxury to me, and living anywhere with air conditioning means I won't have to force myself into living with habits that I'm pretty sure count as crepuscular or nocturnal, because fuck you sun. Fans don't improve shit, and I say this as someone who has never lived in any location that's even considered warm. I'm from fucking Pennsylvania, and am closer to the Snow Belt than I am to Philly or Virginia or whatever. And yes, the summers still suck ass.
I fucking hate summer.
But okay, onto why I've made a blog about writing. Or something. I've finished the epilogue thing that I posted here in my last blog. I'm too lazy to make another screenshot with the updated word count, but here:
That last chapter is done. I'm working on 11. Discord is hard to write, and I feel like I always get stumped on him. The dyscalculic error of two chapter 13s has, uh, since been fixed. I only need to write 12, 13, and 14. Needless to say, I've still gotten a fair chunk of 11 done. Then I'll finally remember how amazing it is to finish a story!
Yeah, I don't like how in efficient my writing feels. Believe me, there's no one who wants to participate in their own fucking hobby more than me. I've just been busy and unfocused, and I feel like I haven't been very good at bringing it up, and instead am just really quiet. Skirts posted a blog that touched on some general depressiveness and ennui pretty well too, which I'll link here instead of just trying to reiterate some of what has already been said.
I think that's all I have to say in this installment of my questionable mental health reproduced in text form. I might not have anything publishable yet, but I have words! Quite a few thousand! I'll have more time for writing once I've finally wrapped up the last of my move and won't wilt in the heat. That sounds good enough for me, at least, I think so.
I might be biased since California doesn't get much extreme weather apart from mind-boggling heat, but summer is the worst season.
Writing progress sounds good, though, especially if it involves getting close to a big project being finished.
Hope the move goes as smoothly as it can
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With the whole writing-sorta-backwards thing it's close to finished, but not finished-finished, alas.
I was actually under the impression California had a period of something Kind of Not Summer too? From what I've heard, it's either just a rainy season or snow, though.
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Depends on which section of California we're talking about, I guess? I'd struggle to call what I usually get a rainy season--I don't keep careful track of it, but I doubt there's usually more than a month or so in winter where it rains much at all in my neck of the woods, and the only snow I've seen has always been a few hours' drive away.
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Is there at least an earthquake season? To make up for the lack of, y'know, anything else?
Write on friend
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