I have a master level in procrastination: it's taken me a year to write this. I'm writing it partly to reassure anyone who has been worried (I am still kicking) and to say my good-byes to the mu* community at large.
The last two years have challenged everyone. I'm a first responder working in a low vaccination area and have been toe to toe with COVID, with the public and in some cases with my own family. I was already playing naughty games with burn-out (iykyk) in mu*ing when the pandemic hit. It sped things along and highlighted that I was looking for things I couldn't consistently find in the hobby. Then one by one my family starting cycling through the ICU with various health threats because everyone I'm related to believes in "go big or go home" and couldn't settle for normal ER visits or hospitalizations. I'm the only one who's managed to not get admitted in the past year so it's fallen to me to be the caretaker. We lost someone this summer. Everyone else is back home and recovering but the latest insult from the universe is that one of my parents has been diagnosed with Alzheimers. It's been a long road. It's going to be a much longer one ahead.
During the past year I told myself I was going to give myself the time to rest, recover and return to mu* ing as I always have since I was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed teenager back in the 1990s. Maybe it would take a little longer than my usual hiatuses but I did expect to come back. With the year coming to a close, I've come to realize that isn't going to happen. The demands of life on my heart, my mind and my spirit are too much to consider coming back...and aside from that, the long time away has helped me to recognize what I really want and need from life if you'll forgive the somewhat pat and cliche sentiment. Mu*ing was there when I needed a creative outlet, an escape, a conduit to other people. It's been the most stable and reliable multi-layered drug I could have taken during a life that has been neither stable or reliable.
I love building worlds with other people but sometimes I loved building lives that weren't mine a little more than I should have. Still I wouldn't trade all of those years. I'm grateful to the worlds I lived in, the stories I contributed to and to the people who wrote with me. Thank you, those of you who were a part of my career in these worlds. I really do hope I'm leaving more fond and happy memories than sour ones.
It was fun though, wasn't it? Griping about the sour memories too. I see you there, Hog Pit.
Keep the stories rolling and do your best to dodge the drama, guys. Thank you.