I’m quite proud of the fact that I have been keeping up with this blog (however infrequently) for a long time now.

Perusing the DAKs of ages past, writer’s block and the general creative struggle have been a topic of some frequency over the years. What I am experiencing now feels slightly different.

In the past, I found I was somehow able to make myself sit down and write. Whether or not I had something to write about was largely irrelevant for I was in the habit of building the habit. The struggle then was getting excited about something and using the set-aside time wisely.

These days I struggle to sit down and write, not because I have nothing to write about, but because I just don’t want to. I don’t want to get up early or stay up late to write. I don’t want to figure out a game mechanic, play test it, then explain it in text. It would be nice to have something to release and there are a few projects I’m honestly excited about putting into the wild, but sitting down and finishing them feels so incredibly hard and I just don’t want to.

It’s easy to cut myself slack. I have a number of projects under my belt. I’m over 40 and I’m tired. All day long I teach and parent and partner and, dammit, if I just want to sit and make silly Warhammer stuff or play video games it’s really okay.

The peril of irrelevance and obscurity is not as present. It’s not so threatening. Some days I think it would not be a problem if I didn’t leave the house ever again.

So where does that put me in 2025? I don’t really know. After a good chat with some friends, I like the idea of being more active online – particularly on Instagram and Bluesky – not just to promote my own stuff but to help disseminate all of the cool indie gaming that does on around us. Maybe that’s the thing. Or maybe I’ll just paint orks until next year.