Okay, I've decided. January 2nd. I have no idea if anyone still cares, but I am not enjoying "retirement" and I now have things to say besides "I fucking TOLD you and you DID NOT LISTEN and now we will ALL FUCKING BURN in NAZI HELLFIRE..."
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Also you may think this is a weird song to play for this moment, but that's just because you don't know that "writing and analysis" is absolutely my unfaithful life partner... can't live with it, can't live without it.
Prolly gonna do a week or two of just operating inside the 5K character box on TreeHouse; so like mini essays. Once I learn how to bend English round my finger again, we'll fire up the website.
This will kill me some day, but man, living without it isn't living as far as my subconscious is concerned. So here we are.
I will be back Jan 2nd.
(in case you're wondering if I'm serious - I just deleted every social media account I created since September, trying to "live normal." There is no normal, and there never will be again. Fish gotta swim; even if the water is poison.)
My relationship with writing is not, healthy... it's not smooth, it's not enjoyable, we are engaged in mortal combat, the words and I.
But without it? I hate everything, instead of just what I'm writing.