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[handful_ofdust]

Yeah, so that didn't really work out, did it? Much like so many other things.

I'm okay, basically, if anybody's still interested. Spent most of 2020 from March on in Pandemic Mode, which has led to less than you might expect, considering Toronto is currently once more in lockdown and holy shit, America. (Good job, voters! Bad job, Trump! What's gonna happen this weekend and next week? Fuck if I know!) Wrote less than I have in a single year since back when I was first dealing with Cal's diagnosis, except for the fact that this time, I couldn't even escape into fanfic. And then there was that whole "lost my IRL friends-group" thing, aside from one notably wonderful person. No travel, distance learning for Cal (short story short, it ain't working), terrible sleep, burying myself head-first in the quicksand of chores/trying to sleep and failing/consuming various stuff/rinse and repeat again again again. I'm not proud of it, but with most of the rest of the world either in similar boats or far, far worse ones, I suppose I'm doing better than some.

This week, meanwhile, I wrote the first of 2021. I'm currently cutting it down from 8,000 words to 5,000, after which I'm sending back in and moving on to one of three other pending deadlines. This is my design.

Comments

[moon_custafer]

Yay for still being here, bonus yay for writing

[sovay]

This is my design.

I am glad you're here.

*hugs*

[asakiyume]

Surviving is an accomplishment. I am delighted that you are still with us. The loss of the IRL friends group is rotten, rotten, rotten--I'm glad there's one hold-over. I'm really sorry about the distance learning situation and Cal; that's also rotten. But I'm glad you wrote a thing just now. Keep surviving until such time as we can, you can, contemplate thriving (please. to the best of your ability).