It’s me, tiredhamster, with an important update

I haven’t been updating for a while and there are several reasons for that. The biggest is that I’m lazy. But another is I’ve hit several blocks. 1.) I’ve been playing some solo RPGs, mostly using homebrewed systems, but I’m never motivated enough to actually complete them. 2.) I’ve been starting a couple of longer works/novels but, again, I’m never motivated enough to actually make headway with them.

However, there are a couple of things that have put (some) heat under the bum: 1.) I just got laid-off. I’ve been looking for work but I have some more freetime now, though a lot of that freetime has been spent worrying about the future and being exhausted because I haven’t done enough. And 2.) it’s already near the end of the year. With that being said, I’m going to use the end of the year as a deadline to complete something. Anything. I have one novel idea that could work. So maybe I should just stick with that.

Why not just participate in NaNoWriMo? Good question. The last time I tried participating was a few years ago. For the first week or so I was making good progress. That was until I realized that the premise of my novel was too similar to something I had read just prior. Disheartened, I scrapped that idea and started working on something else, which I then scrapped and then…well, I think you see where this went.

So, I won’t participate. However, I want to still give myself a goal that isn’t as strict, but might be enough to complete something without too much pressure.

What does that mean for this blog? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll provide updates on progress on my novel. I might also put “actual play reports” of a solo RPG campaign. However, you probably won’t be seeing much of me in the coming weeks.

Anyway, that’s where I’ve been. Trying to be productive, putting too much pressure on myself, and failing as a result. But who knows? Maybe this time it will work…right? Right?

Waiting for his Final Moments

It wasn’t ideal. Sure, he’s surrounded by family, but he wished they weren’t there. He tried thinking about the lake he visited when he was young, and Emily. But the water’s dried up. And she’s gone. He only sees the pale faces staring down, looking too much like his.


Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #332.