This time of year is always exhausting.
Even if I didn’t work at a game store to pay for my writing, the “holidays” have always been somewhat fraught. My family has rough tensions that have strained our relationships for years, my partner’s family has heaps of its own problems, and generally all I want is to be left alone so I can write.
That’s it. Just peace, quiet, and enough coffee to keep me going through a day of writing. You’d think that wouldn’t be so hard. And yet.
I shouldn’t complain. I say that a lot, because I complain a lot, but I shouldn’t. Things could be much, much worse. With the political situation that’s unraveling to the south, it very well might be much, much worse soon. But until then the days grind on in their daily pace, and all our yesterdays light fools the way to dusty death.
Little bit of misquoted Shakespeare for ya. That’s the kinda mood I’m in.
Anyway. I’m tired in the very fiber of my being. Another… 8 days to go, and then I’ll get a few days off to recover, and hopefully things hold together until then. We’ll see. It’s going to be… “fun.”
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!