I Moved… and Life Got Loud for a Minute

My head is made up of memories, most of them useless delusions...

Hey friends — it’s been a minute.

If you’ve been wondering where I disappeared to, the answer is simple: I moved. And apparently moving comes with approximately 14,000 tiny tasks, three hundred or so emotional breakdowns, and one moment where I genuinely questioned why I own so many mugs.

Between packing, hauling, cleaning, unpacking, setting up utilities, losing things, finding things, and pretending I’m totally fine living out of boxes… writing had to take a little backseat.

But here’s the thing: Even when life got messy and chaotic and I couldn’t form a single coherent creative thought, I never stopped loving this space. I never stopped loving writing. I never stopped jotting down half-ideas on my phone at 1 AM or narrating my own life like a documentary in my head. The words have still been there — just waiting their turn.

Now that I’m finally settling in, I can feel that creative energy sparking again. Not in a “I’m about to publish a novel tomorrow” kind of way (though that possibility is always there), but in a quiet, steady way. I’m in planning mode — thinking ahead to next year, figuring out what kinds of stories I want to tell, what projects I want to dive into, and how I want this little corner of the internet to grow with me.

So while I haven’t vanished... yet... I’ve just been in transition — physically, mentally, creatively. And honestly? I still don't know what 2026 will bring. Writing is my first love but even I let AI help me with this post after a long day. Is there any future for writers? I really don't know.

Then there is the YouTube channel. I love filming videos of my cats so shorts & TikToks have really been the only thing I've shared lately. However, I also love creative projects and I know if I spent a little more time, I could grow the channel based on all the ideas I had in mind. But do I want to? Again.. I don't know. Video editing is not my forte. But the videos can be fun to film and I have a lot of ideas.

Or do I want to focus on my fiction writing? My poetry? One of the dozen novels I've started? There's just not enough time to do everything, and as a Libra -- Enneagram 4 -- INFJ Millennial... there's a lot going on in this brain. I have 800 tabs open at one time and I'm seeing the future that each path could take so how do I decide?

Then the age old question I always mention... am I doing this for me and my desire to create and be a storyteller? Am I doing this to secure a future by seeing if any of these could lead to a career shift? Am I just trying to figure out what would make some extra side money? If I say yes to either of the last 2 options, am I selling out and/or will I lose my desire to write because that's definitely caused writer's block in the past. Am I even a good writer? Do I have anything fun to share? Are my ideas even that creative? Maybe I'm taking on too much - maybe I need to be more niche. Or am I too niche?

Phew - sorry for that small look inside my brain. We're going to just move on from that and sum this up.

As always, for anyone reading this, thanks for sticking around while I shuffle my entire life into a new space. The words are in my head and the ideas are brewing - I just don't know which journey is awaiting me in 2026, much less the destination.

But we'll see! Until then - have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

...this room is bored of rehearsal and sick of the boundaries