The spiral
2021-12-28 23:38Journalling is of course a foredoomed activity. Yet there are times when it becomes especially appealing. And so - why not indulge? Unlikely but perhaps we may even build a habit. There are far less healthy things I might do, and have been doing.
To get what feels the most obligatory topic out of the way, the family Xmas gathering appears to have gone well. Only at the very end did my siblings get into an argument about vaccinations. Unfortunately I do not know how further to press the case there that it is a very prudent thing to do about a very real danger to one's well-being. I have done my best, and would rather avoid burning any further bridges until they prove necessary.
For now I have some time off work. Likely this is why I have the energy to write anything whatsoever. So while I would like to at least nominally keep some record of an event or feeling for each day I doubt doing so shall be a persistent activity.
Today especially lamenting my lack of writing. There is a piece I sketched out early November that needs a thorough revision, and another piece I promised to write that needs to get beyond outlining. I'd like to write more completely indulgent fiction, because why not please myself?
Tonight I pulled up the old Guide to Darkmoon Vale, aiming to take some notes to flesh out a campaign idea I'd had to mix in the adventure series set there (that begins with Hollow's Last Hope) along with free-roaming activities likely kicked off by an employment offer by a disguised reclusive dragon known to live in the area. But by the time I had got my pen out and notebook open to the next page it all seemed too pointless and pathetic to bother with. There isn't really anything to hope for or look forward to, and I would be wasting my time to plot out yet another go-nowhere idea. Much better tomorrow to put my energies toward learning to program. Then I can focus on moving the dolls around by myself without worrying about other people.
Tomorrow shall be another day
To get what feels the most obligatory topic out of the way, the family Xmas gathering appears to have gone well. Only at the very end did my siblings get into an argument about vaccinations. Unfortunately I do not know how further to press the case there that it is a very prudent thing to do about a very real danger to one's well-being. I have done my best, and would rather avoid burning any further bridges until they prove necessary.
For now I have some time off work. Likely this is why I have the energy to write anything whatsoever. So while I would like to at least nominally keep some record of an event or feeling for each day I doubt doing so shall be a persistent activity.
Today especially lamenting my lack of writing. There is a piece I sketched out early November that needs a thorough revision, and another piece I promised to write that needs to get beyond outlining. I'd like to write more completely indulgent fiction, because why not please myself?
Tonight I pulled up the old Guide to Darkmoon Vale, aiming to take some notes to flesh out a campaign idea I'd had to mix in the adventure series set there (that begins with Hollow's Last Hope) along with free-roaming activities likely kicked off by an employment offer by a disguised reclusive dragon known to live in the area. But by the time I had got my pen out and notebook open to the next page it all seemed too pointless and pathetic to bother with. There isn't really anything to hope for or look forward to, and I would be wasting my time to plot out yet another go-nowhere idea. Much better tomorrow to put my energies toward learning to program. Then I can focus on moving the dolls around by myself without worrying about other people.
Tomorrow shall be another day