I am back, I have returned yet again. My issue is actually kind of small. Semester is about to end next week, the game awards is soon to come. The thing is, I am restless, I want to write crazy but my mind is drained.
I need rest, but I don't want to rest! What a weirdo right? I suppose it comes with my usual fears of time lost, every day now I worry about losing time, not being able to finish what I started. But, this year I wrote the first third of my biggest project yet. Which has amounted to 500+ pages. And the current second third of this story is something I believe I can complete in little more than 2 months! I believe I could do it, but I am exhausted, but I don't want to rest.
I always worry the rug will be pulled out from under me. I suppose ever since life's begun to speed up for me, I fear losing something. But, there's a part of me which wants this december to be a---- the heck did I just hear down stairs!?