God, it's been forever.
The short story i wrote recently felt weighted and arduous. I have got to start forcing myself to write more. But it seems like, with a son, there are only so many hours in my day to focus. I spend my time withering my brain at the end of the day because i just don't want to think for the rest of the day. It's tortuous knowing that i could be a great writer, but not having the ambition or motivation to do anything with it. Not complaining, though. It's nice to pick it back up once in a while, but the unfinished novel is pissing me off and I'm sure its pissing you off too.
Regardless. Kiddo is getting older, fast, and it's warming to see him starting to pick up so many things. Fatherly instincts engage. Gotta teach him football and go rake some leaves or shit.
Other than that, not much issues here. Looking for a new Job, this one is most likely not going to hire me full time, but when you are 3 months over for your evaluation for switching to full employment, im not holding my breath.
Playing games, planning RPG sessions, Trying to raise the kiddo, all the norm.
Love to talk to anyone if you feel up to it :>