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i_want_2I'm feeling bittersweet at the tonight. The world is slowly cooling down around here. It was almost chilly this evening after the sun had set. It reminded me of the time we had parked in downtown for the fireworks display. We had a prime spot on the hill above the town to watch. It had been so beautiful.
Tomorrow we get the kids and everyone leaves Thursday. It will be the last time I see the girls for six months. Mum and Dad are trying to convince my idiot sister to enroll them in school down there. She thinks she knows better than they do and can homeschool them just fine. She's a fucking moron and her life's a wreck. It's not going to work. I wish she would just grow a brain already.
Writing isn't coming to me lately. I have no idea why. There isn't much to distract me here. It should come naturally. It used to. Upon a time, I would have been pumping out fics like crazy. 10k worth of fic in a week or less. In the summer of '02, I wrote damn near 300k in fics alone. My output hasn't been that great since '06, but I've been more prolific. This year, I dunno, it's just been something. Not many, if any, reviews combined with burnout on family. The god damned drought destroying all my hard work in the yard has really compounded the depression.
I just need to write something. Maybe then I'll feel better.
Who knows.
Tomorrow we get the kids and everyone leaves Thursday. It will be the last time I see the girls for six months. Mum and Dad are trying to convince my idiot sister to enroll them in school down there. She thinks she knows better than they do and can homeschool them just fine. She's a fucking moron and her life's a wreck. It's not going to work. I wish she would just grow a brain already.
Writing isn't coming to me lately. I have no idea why. There isn't much to distract me here. It should come naturally. It used to. Upon a time, I would have been pumping out fics like crazy. 10k worth of fic in a week or less. In the summer of '02, I wrote damn near 300k in fics alone. My output hasn't been that great since '06, but I've been more prolific. This year, I dunno, it's just been something. Not many, if any, reviews combined with burnout on family. The god damned drought destroying all my hard work in the yard has really compounded the depression.
I just need to write something. Maybe then I'll feel better.
Who knows.