So, 2017 is done. “In the books” as they say. And from the perspective of the Candle household, boy did it suck donkey balls. Nice to see the ass end of that era.
I wrote a longer post about the shitstorm that has been my 2017 and it became a whiney piece of crap about how my life sucks. I’ll spare you all the TL;DR by simply saying that since later April, personal shit has gotten DEEP and it’s affected my ability to no only produce but to care about production.
But I’m going to try to get through that in the new year. The whole reason to get done with The Strange in public like this is for it to be simply DONE. To close the book on it, no pun intended. I really thought I’d be done by now, but I’m not so I’m just going to have to let that go and go forward from here.
So, new year, new chapters, new stories, and hopefully no one in my real life has any more ongoing medical emergencies that are depressing and all-encompassing. One can dream, right?
Oh, and if anyone wants a chuckle, I gave my ADHD/Autistic eight-year-old a drum kit for Christmas.
Boom Sha-ka Boom!