Time for another rambly and uncomfortably personal “Where’s the story, yo?” blog post.
So, as you know by now, my father passed away recently. Honestly right after it happened I got something of a rush of relief, given how prolonged and unpleasant the whole situation was. At least now he was at peace and personally I could get on with my life, y’know? So, I dove headfirst into a huge project that energized me — the arcade cabinet I posted about last week. With work on it 95% complete (all that’s left is decorative artwork that my sister’s handling), I…
…I’m kinda crashing out. Tired. Exhausted from extremely busy workdays, to the point where when the quittin’ bell rings I just want to hit the couch. The whole depression-and-mourning thing appears to have been delayed by my sudden whirlwind arcade mania, but with that out of the way, it’s come knocking again.
Needless to say this is messing with my ability to get any writing done. Little by little I’ve outlined 2.4, working through the plot roadblocks, defining the characters. It’s almost finished, really. But WRITING it? I just… I can’t. I can’t really face anything right now. I’m exhausted.
So yeah, the hiatus is continuing. I wasn’t expecting this emotional roller coaster, and I certainly didn’t ask for it, but it is what it is. It’s delaying the print book and the continuation of the digital chapters. I’m really hoping I can get revved back up soon, but I don’t want to make promises and then be unable to keep them.
Watch this space, I suppose. You know what’s up with me, now, and I appreciate both your sympathy and your patience as I get through this.