An unoccupied, dusty living room looms before you. It's been months since this furry writer has uploaded anything, and with no update on someone whose works enjoy, you did the only logical, practical, rational thing left to you:
You broke into their house to look for clues.
Resting on a computer desk, right on top of the keyboard he once plied his craft with, you find a clue! A long, typed note. Could it describe what has happened to your favor-
-Well, a writer you sorta like. Let's not get carried away here!
Plucking the note up in gloved hands (so as to not leave clues behind), you look over it's contents. It reads as follows:
"Hey guys! Forgive the weird roleplay-ish framework of this journal entry. I just thought it'd be fun!
Sorry if you haven't heard much from me lately. In fairness, it's been months. I've been meaning to post a journal entry about what's been going on, but I haven't really had a ton of time lately. So, what's been keeping me away from my furry writings?
Well, there's a lot of reasons. I went to visit a furry friend recently IRL, which was great while I was there, but had a few nightmarish experiences traveling to and from the actual place. (My nintendo switch was stolen at an airport, I had a night stuck in a strange city where I saw some horrible stuff happen, and a flight got cancelled, to keep it short.) I had a spat of illness for about a week where I was feverish and incoherent, and I've been studing Security+ to try and add to my IRL job's credentials. I've been busy! Not necessarily too busy to write, but I've also been a bit burnt out, sorry. Stocking Stuffer 2018 took a fair bit of my thought processes. I'm only starting to get back into the groove, writing wise. There's also been video game stuff... my birthday back in Feburary and Christmas got me a lot of games I've been playing. Sooooo yeah.
There's also been the fact that lately I've felt really stretched thin. Just, like, in general. I've had friends and acquaintences in furry circles and outside them complaining to me that I've barely been around, and even some drama by people who felt abandoned by me. Even when I really didn't mean to ignore anyone, I just had other stuff going on. I've been struggling with this for nearly a year now: The understanding that I have less time than I'd like to have to do everything that I want to do and hang out with all the people I want to be around. If you're someone who'd like to know me better and feels like I've been aloof or distant or that I didn't care about you? Sorry. Never my intent.
So in the past few months, I've been trying to just take a few steps back, relaxing, and taking a bit more time for myself. To relax and not be as stressed out. To try and do less and give myself more time to relax. I've been around chat programs and twitter, but haven't really been focusing on the more creative aspect of myself. It's been nice. Slow, but nice. Don't worry. I'm not going away! I have stories I still want to write. I might actually get a patreon sometime this year, or attempt to go to my first furry convention, or both. I have an update or two of Courtship ready to be uploaded whenever I get off my duff to upload them. I have Moreau chatlogs and art to clean up, prepare, and upload. And a few ideas starting to take root in my mind for original stories. I may even have a few non-sexy things in mind to upload! Crazy, I know. Lately I've been involved in a super-awesome collaborative story (the only roleplay thing I've been really focused on, because it's been engaging but awesome) that I may share. Keep waffling on it.
Speaking of non-kinky stuff, have you seen my friend Draconicon's new story series? http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/draconicon/folder/617378/His-New-Hoard/ It's about dragons, dimensional travel, and a lot of other cool stuff! You should check it out.
I'll have a production journal up in a few days/weeks, and I promise more is coming. But for now, I figure it's enough to let people know what's going on in my life so you know I'm all not dead! Thanks for waiting.
Also, complete tangent, but have you guys heard of just PMing someone when you're concerned about them? Why you gotta break into my house? Eh, it's alright. I got insurance. Mind the shaggoth in the corner of the room. It's mostly tame, but generally people don't infiltrate my place of residence, soooo... run for your life, I guess?
Confusion wracks your mind. Shaggoth? When you pried the door open, you didn't see any shaggoth.
From a darkened corner of the room, you hear something like a hoarse, wet barking noise...
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