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15 years ago
It is now June. It is also dreadfully hot.
I have finally - after a lot of searching - gotten a new job. Now I can spend my money on more Random Gay Furry Art. No, I'm serious. It's been what, a year? Two years? At least that long since I had something done. It's high time I treated myself.
I've also gone on a short, therapeutic road trip with an old friend of mine to Vermont. It was for two reasons:
1: So that he could visit his father. He hadn't been to see him in many, many moons. His father's good people - more than I could say for my own - so I was naturally agreeable to traveling with him.
2. His own car had finally thrown in the towel. I'm not a greedy, grabbing person, so I offered to drive him for free - provided I could stay over.
Well, we left in April, just after taxes, and headed North. It's not the first time I've been up there, so while he was enjoying some man time with his dad, I went to go check on some people. One person I knew for a long time - since before I was a teenager actually - had died in my absence. I did, however, get to visit his grave. This gave me a little bit of closure. It took a while for me to come to grips with the harsh reality, though. Naturally, I didn't want to inflict myself on my friend while he was enjoying his reunion with his father, so I stayed in the guest bedroom and stared at the ceiling, between reading books.
Three weeks later my friend said he had to go back home, and that he'd had enough of VT. So we made the trek back to New York.
Then, an old neighbor of mine, who moved out some time last year, let me know there was an opening at his body shop. I jumped on it as quickly as I could, and spent a week getting oriented. Now I help to re-spray cars.
I've also started writing again. I'd been having problems with it - mostly my creativity just sticking in place, and I couldn't get any ideas whatsoever. This had been going on for a while, and to be quite honest, it was depressing. It bothered me for months on end. It blunted my mood and made me horribly introspective.
However, on returning home, inspiration struck.
I managed to write a short, 10,000 word story over the course of a week. It's nothing related to furries - all the characters are quite human, which means that FA might not care about it at all. So I shan't bother posting it here. I also began work on another project as quickly as I started the last. My creativity needs exercise.
I've set a deadline for myself of at least five short stories. So far it's going swimmingly.
I have finally - after a lot of searching - gotten a new job. Now I can spend my money on more Random Gay Furry Art. No, I'm serious. It's been what, a year? Two years? At least that long since I had something done. It's high time I treated myself.
I've also gone on a short, therapeutic road trip with an old friend of mine to Vermont. It was for two reasons:
1: So that he could visit his father. He hadn't been to see him in many, many moons. His father's good people - more than I could say for my own - so I was naturally agreeable to traveling with him.
2. His own car had finally thrown in the towel. I'm not a greedy, grabbing person, so I offered to drive him for free - provided I could stay over.
Well, we left in April, just after taxes, and headed North. It's not the first time I've been up there, so while he was enjoying some man time with his dad, I went to go check on some people. One person I knew for a long time - since before I was a teenager actually - had died in my absence. I did, however, get to visit his grave. This gave me a little bit of closure. It took a while for me to come to grips with the harsh reality, though. Naturally, I didn't want to inflict myself on my friend while he was enjoying his reunion with his father, so I stayed in the guest bedroom and stared at the ceiling, between reading books.
Three weeks later my friend said he had to go back home, and that he'd had enough of VT. So we made the trek back to New York.
Then, an old neighbor of mine, who moved out some time last year, let me know there was an opening at his body shop. I jumped on it as quickly as I could, and spent a week getting oriented. Now I help to re-spray cars.
I've also started writing again. I'd been having problems with it - mostly my creativity just sticking in place, and I couldn't get any ideas whatsoever. This had been going on for a while, and to be quite honest, it was depressing. It bothered me for months on end. It blunted my mood and made me horribly introspective.
However, on returning home, inspiration struck.
I managed to write a short, 10,000 word story over the course of a week. It's nothing related to furries - all the characters are quite human, which means that FA might not care about it at all. So I shan't bother posting it here. I also began work on another project as quickly as I started the last. My creativity needs exercise.
I've set a deadline for myself of at least five short stories. So far it's going swimmingly.
