We're bunkered in for the time being in an effort to save money for Urbancon 2017. I've been reading and playing Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door. I wish I could add writing/ficcing to the list of daily activities, but my inspiration seems to have evaporated. I haven't written more than a few half-hearted journal entries and inchoate scraps of fic in more than a year. Sometimes I toy with the myriad unfinished fics sitting on my hard drive, but none of them seems worth the effort. Every time I start, I stutter to a stop, and who's going to read it anyway with my sterling track record of leaving fics unfinished? So fuck it. I'll read other people's stories and stop looking for a sense of connection that I'm never going to find.