For 5 years I've been confused or uninspired or something to that effect. Suddenly words come.

I've written a thing but I don't know what to title it, and I'm writing a thing that's nearly done that I do know the title of.

Old ideas are suddenly able to take form.

I'm not sure what happened, but it's enjoyable. I feel a little guilty too, because it feels too self-indulgent to the point that I don't know if anyone else will enjoy it. But I enjoy it.

Also do you want me to write more journals like this? I usually just talk to people on discord, but maybe someone appreciates this. I'm not very good at "being active" or remembering to interact with people which probably translates well to why I'm not very good at consistently uploading.





(Unrelated, but did you know that you can cough so much that you pull a muscle? Now I still need to cough, but it also hurts a bit.)