I'm supposed to be doing Camp NaNo but the lure of Far Cry 5 is hard to resist. Except I may have to stop for a while 'cause a helicopter's been hovering around in the area for about an hour now (I can only assume there's been an accident or the traffic's bad) and I keep getting the urge to hide in the conifers every time I go outside.
But Camp NaNo involves writing (urgh) and, more importantly, having the time to write without having to stand up every five minutes to walk into another room to deal with something my mother could do if she bothered to stand up. (She can stand up, but it's easier to make me do it. Even if it's letting the cat into the living room, the door of which is literally right next to her.) And on top of that, I'm working 48 hours this week and my brain's just not in the right mood for writing after 4-5 hour batches of shifts. Not a job you can get up and wander around, photocopy things and chat to co-workers in. Nope. Just 48 hours of angry pre-teens, people lying about what someone else did — like I can't fucking see there's no pornography or child abuse in a post that just says "haha" or "shut up" — and a depressingly large Easter half term batch of dick pics and porn.
Add to that five or six hours of sleep a night and YAY SO MUCH FUN.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.