So this is what happens when your obsession has abandoned you...
Recently discovered the joy (or torture, whichever you prefer) of table communities. In fact, I've signed up for three of them. Three.
To be fair, one is a year-long venture and I'm not actively participating in one of them. And I thought, "Y'know, I'm gonna be busy lately and I'll need something to occupy the vacancy that The Sims has left. SO LET'S WRITE!"
I've also been getting more into commentfic than I was before.
I'm also going to try challenging myself to write more poetry. April is Poetry Month so I'll be trying to write 30 poems this month. And, fuck, maybe they'll be good.
Maybe losing The Sims isn't as bad as I first thought if I'm getting back to writing.
To be fair, one is a year-long venture and I'm not actively participating in one of them. And I thought, "Y'know, I'm gonna be busy lately and I'll need something to occupy the vacancy that The Sims has left. SO LET'S WRITE!"
I've also been getting more into commentfic than I was before.
I'm also going to try challenging myself to write more poetry. April is Poetry Month so I'll be trying to write 30 poems this month. And, fuck, maybe they'll be good.
Maybe losing The Sims isn't as bad as I first thought if I'm getting back to writing.