My tough decision
11 years ago
General
Greetings!
For a while now, I've been working at this full-time job. I honestly don't know how long I'll have this job for, but no matter what, I'm keeping busy. Very busy. I'm very engaged in activities outside of work, so I'm basically limited to making a few tweets a day. I can write roughly 140 characters, but not 1,000 to 3,000-word furry erotica. I just can't. I come home, eat dinner, play some games or spend time with friends, and go to sleep. That's about it. There are commissions that I haven't finished yet, and I promised the people who commissioned me that those stories would be done last year. Last year! Twice a week I open up the commissions on my laptop, stare down my keyboard and think to myself, "I'm tired. I can't concentrate long enough to put in a solid effort."
Then I thought, "Maybe this is a time management issue." On Twitter, I let my followers know when I had the time to write a quick, improvised story. This was an experiment to see if I could pace myself, commit a fixed amount of time to working on stories in increments. Turns out I couldn't do that either. I got frustrated. I managed to complete one short story, which people really liked -- so I know I'm not rusty -- but for the most part, I just don't have the time. The motivation is definitely there. I can tap into it, but by the time I can muster the motivation and get the keys clicking away, it's midnight and I have work in the morning. The end. That sucks.
This is hard for me to write, but I have to get this off my chest: I'm retiring.
I know that I've said, "I'm retiring!" before and then I come back with a fresh batch of stories. I've had people pull me aside and say, "Dude, what's up with the 'I'm retiring!' drama bullshit? Are you looking for attention?" The answer has always been no, I'm not looking for attention. For months I've struggled with finding the time to write furry stories. When I was unemployed for a while, I found a little time and would tell people, "I'm back!" But over time, I became productive with non-furry things, and life happened. In any event, I start freaking out when I see all these new +watches, and I'm thinking to myself, "People are expecting me to come up with something new." So then I draft notes and an outline. Then when I start to write the actual story, it's late. Sleep is needed. Burning the midnight oil is no longer a feasible option.
I had a really, really good run. I've made lots of friends; I'll continue making friends, I'm sure. I released a ton of work that people still +fav, like, read and re-read. That's cool. Keep doing that. In the meantime, I'm going to sit back and stick to being a fan, a watcher and a supporter of those who do have the time and energy to produce such magnificent work.
Take care!
LS
For a while now, I've been working at this full-time job. I honestly don't know how long I'll have this job for, but no matter what, I'm keeping busy. Very busy. I'm very engaged in activities outside of work, so I'm basically limited to making a few tweets a day. I can write roughly 140 characters, but not 1,000 to 3,000-word furry erotica. I just can't. I come home, eat dinner, play some games or spend time with friends, and go to sleep. That's about it. There are commissions that I haven't finished yet, and I promised the people who commissioned me that those stories would be done last year. Last year! Twice a week I open up the commissions on my laptop, stare down my keyboard and think to myself, "I'm tired. I can't concentrate long enough to put in a solid effort."
Then I thought, "Maybe this is a time management issue." On Twitter, I let my followers know when I had the time to write a quick, improvised story. This was an experiment to see if I could pace myself, commit a fixed amount of time to working on stories in increments. Turns out I couldn't do that either. I got frustrated. I managed to complete one short story, which people really liked -- so I know I'm not rusty -- but for the most part, I just don't have the time. The motivation is definitely there. I can tap into it, but by the time I can muster the motivation and get the keys clicking away, it's midnight and I have work in the morning. The end. That sucks.
This is hard for me to write, but I have to get this off my chest: I'm retiring.
I know that I've said, "I'm retiring!" before and then I come back with a fresh batch of stories. I've had people pull me aside and say, "Dude, what's up with the 'I'm retiring!' drama bullshit? Are you looking for attention?" The answer has always been no, I'm not looking for attention. For months I've struggled with finding the time to write furry stories. When I was unemployed for a while, I found a little time and would tell people, "I'm back!" But over time, I became productive with non-furry things, and life happened. In any event, I start freaking out when I see all these new +watches, and I'm thinking to myself, "People are expecting me to come up with something new." So then I draft notes and an outline. Then when I start to write the actual story, it's late. Sleep is needed. Burning the midnight oil is no longer a feasible option.
I had a really, really good run. I've made lots of friends; I'll continue making friends, I'm sure. I released a ton of work that people still +fav, like, read and re-read. That's cool. Keep doing that. In the meantime, I'm going to sit back and stick to being a fan, a watcher and a supporter of those who do have the time and energy to produce such magnificent work.
Take care!
LS
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That being said, and turning a 180 to sound like a selfish douchenozzle, does your retirement mean everything has been cleaned from your slate, or are the current commissions to be finished at a distant point in the future and nothing else will be taken?