So nothing of terrible importance to talk about, got a new room, part of a writer's group, uploaded some non-pony related one shots on a website, quit my job. Y'know, the usual.
Self taught amateur writer and Digimon enjoyer, currently not ready to release anything right now. (Pfp is a commission I made to the artist Jenery)
After some two years, a lot of waiting, and wasted money, it seems in the coming days I'll FINALLY be able to find a job soon. Of course, it only comes in the middle Covid when the economy has essentially crashed, so I sincerely hope I'll be able to find a part time in something I'll like. It looks like the soonest will be Monday or Tuesday, unless an appointment is needed, then maybe a few weeks.
For the past several months virtually all of my motivation, and passion for whatever writing I was doing has slowly just been... killed off. At this point in my life I'm spending more time sulking with internet friends I've never met, rather than doing anything productive whatsoever. It doesn't help I've looked for other interests, and I'm much more interested in stuff related to dragons than I am ponies anymore, but I'll be honest, even when I was interested in ponies, my drive to write was
Yeah I know what you're thinking, why in ever loving hell would I want to watch such a horrible movie? Well, I suppose I'm reliving a part of my childhood, where I loved that sort of stuff, and I love it not for how good it was, but for how memorably bad and hilarious it was. (Like come on, they couldn't even get half the military equipment right, not even the Apache gunships which apparently have gun pods beside the cockpit.) There is also the TV show that I remember binge watching as a
Well there's not too much to say that hasn't already been said in the title, but still, Merry Christmas to anyone who sees this. I will probably be taking a break from writing for the most part until New Years is over, especially since I'm starting the Destroyermen Series by Taylor Anderson.
Goodnight everyone, and peace!