I'm still here, still alive, still working on this project. Or rather, working again. It's been difficult to try and create anything since 2020. At first, I just couldn't. Trying to write apocalyptic fiction while it felt like it was practically knocking on our door was a little bit too real. Then, I just got out of practice not writing or making much of anything. One thing after another–a couple more deaths of family and friends, buried under work at my job, a handful of minor-to-medium medical scares, and some structural home fails in my house later, and...here we are. Almost three years later. Time flies when you're... Well. Time flies.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who got a little behind (and if I am, don't tell me), so, since NaNoWriMo of this year, I'm trying to get back into it, and it is An Effort. I'm searching for my voice again, my creative MUST MAKE SOMETHING mojo, and a place I can work comfortably with an easier workflow. It's coming? Kinda? Kicking and screaming like a toddler throwing a tantrum in the toy aisle, but every inch is one more step I don't have to take. Like I always say, falling on your face is still moving forward.
Anyway, thanks for bearing with me. Maybe enjoy some dystopian art right now, and I'll do my best to post something longer soon. Hope you all are well. ❤
-Teridactyl
