It’s been three weeks or so since the last (handwriten) entry. Much has happened. Life™ has become a pain again and the depression has exploded. Among it all, somehow I’ve managed to find the creative energy to imagine and write and draw.
Decided to do NaNo this year. So far, have approximately 3000 words of the 12000 I’m supposed to have now. Dismal effort. Reasons: Too many to list. But suffice it to say: Life.
Strangely, I’ve managed to be more productive on a different project. In about 2 weks, I’ve amassed 17 different pieces and have an eighteenth brewing in my head. Otherwise, everything else is stress, and depression-triggering ickiness.