Let me put it all out there for my followers, this month is no longer the Month of Cards and has lost all potential to be called so.
I have become a pile of depressed balls.
I feel bad because:
1. I broke a promise made to my readers.
2. I have no intention of trying to redeem myself in any way.
I lay in bed day after day doing the bare minimum work required of me around the house. And because T is so
enabling accommodating he doesn’t complain and goes about doing whatever it is that should have been done by me when he returns from work.
The only respite from this depressed behaviour is when I interact with humans while playing D&D a couple of evenings out of the week. And even then it’s been ridiculously hard to pull myself out of the
dark hole I now live in basement and enjoy myself.
This is where I would attempt to lighten the tone, pour on some hope and make a promise of making it up to you. But I’ll be real with you, that’s not going to happen.
Everything I write since falling into this depression has been rubbish. Nothing is organic, everything is flat.
I need my muse back. Then balance will be restored to my life and my writing will fall in line.
(That’s my sorry card being played by the way. Since I am the creator of the cards I have a special deck that has a lot of balls.)
Please enjoy this video linked below. Kids are awesome. I want mine back.