To the shock of no one, I have been borderline inactive this last year. Without getting into too many details, sadly I've been suffering dramatically from mental problems, ironically not a result of Covid. That hasn't even been in my top ten problems. Basically work and my own stubbornness to keep pushing caused me to burn out over and over and over, and I haven't been able to function normally for more than a year now. It's a royal pain in the arse.
As of now I'm trying to get myself into recovery mode, which is long overdue, partly because I don't know how to put myself there. I want to write stories, write articles, and do podcasts. I want to produce. But I pushed myself so hard for so long that my engine isn't just burnt out, it's spattered with battery acid and is vomiting smoke as it smolders and threatens to explode. Really it's my own fault. But if I broke my mental engine, then it's up to me to fix it again.
There are options for recovery thankfully, and I'm going to try to take them and get myself in working order again. I have a huge head-full of book ideas and I've been polishing my style, so I'm far from played out in terms of imagination. But I can't write if my hand is broke. So if you've still stuck around at all, I appreciate your patience and continued interest, and I will do my best to reward it.
So for now, I'm going to get taken care of, and once my head is in a good place again and I can actually take advantage of his minmaxed brain of mine, I'll get production going again. I want to write. I've got a career's worth of ideas, work ethic and craziness rattling around in this cauldron of chaos that is my noggin. I want to do podcasts, as I've been told repeatedly by complete strangers that I've got a voice and face for radio, heh. And I'm going to try and get work done with articles here.
Anyway, ya'll take care, and have a Merry Christmas!