I really do hate not posting on my blog, you know. But still, I regularly find myself in what would be referred to in a Conan-Doyle novel as a 'funk' where the drive mysteriously vanishes. This has happened to me and I've no idea why. Every time I write something I feel guilty about not doing something else, whether it be looking for a job, mowing or finishing that one last fucking assignment that's a deferred result but has been deferred simply because it's the kind of shit I can't stand doing. Here are a few reasons why I've barely posted anything:
* I've written drafts for around half a dozen posts, but about the same time. They're all half-finished.
* I've been back working on amateur adventure games in some of my spare time
* Trying to finish the pilot script for Mycroft and getting foiled by paranoia about it being complete crap.
* Trying to find out when the hell I'm meant to go back to TAFE via unhelpful and highly confusing websites.
* Stressing out massively about my Ps test - the only day I could book was January 22nd. My license expired January 27th. You can't have a second test within 7 days of failing your first.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I PASSED THAT TEST, WHOOOOOO!
* Becoming oddly obsessed with a pen and paper role playing game named Shadowrun from the late 1980s I found in a used book shop. It's set in a Cyberpunk future where humans co-exist unhappily with Orks, Elves, Dwarves and Trolls and creating a plan for a TV series adaptation in my head that is really way too detailed...
* Wrangling two mischievious dogs.
* The aforementioned mowing and procrastinating over bullshit assignment.
* Having my own computer (as opposed to the family internet computer) die on me. It's where I keep all my drafts. Damn it's been a long time since I haven't been able to get into that harddrive...
* Catching up with my best friend a lot, who seems to have felt rather guilty for ignoring me entirely for around half a year.
Hopefully, it will all go back to normal soon...