This quarantine and pandemic have been kicking my ass mentally and emotionally, and even though I haven't *been* writing, the fact of the matter is, I've always had this "responsibility" hanging over my head, the entire time.

For a year straight.

Well, I'm gonna say right now, no. I can't write right now. I can barely function as it is. The time to thrive is not upon me, it is time to survive.

And that means saying "I forgive myself of the responsibility to write, whether for others or my own edification."

Writing will resume when I'm mentally restored and up for the task, and I do have a specific story drafted, but until I'm ready to write, it will remain a draft.

Thank you for your patience everyone.