TLDR: Mental health, life, and bot requests.

Hey, y'all. Just wanted to update some stuff. Photography has been really great, and I recently have been testing out a larger 75-300mm lens that I got for my birthday. It should allow me to pursue a greater passion in photography. I took some shots today of birds such as pigeons, ducks, and moorhens in my town park, and I am very happy at the prospect of doing nature photography. I even got to witness a moorhen bringing some blades of grass to another to help build a nest, which was heartwarming.

However, as a result of my priorities, I haven't really had the urge nor the motive to make any bots. It has been an awfully long time since I have even wrote an announcement or really interacted in any way with my audience, and so for that I'm sorry if it has disappointed and/or inconvenienced anyone. I admittedly feel some sort of guilt or weight because of the amount of things I have promised but failed to fulfill, such as my Silksong lorebook, other suggestions from previous bots and their comments, et cetera.

However, I do at least want to make an attempt of some kind to make a new bot. My Silksong lorebooks are in a state of limbo where I am about one quarter of the way through the map, not including the Hunter's Journal (enemies), factions, and NPCs I want to detail. As a result, I might shelf it for a small while and try to make a more manageable bot instead. When? I dunno, when it suits me. What? I dunno, whatever I think of.

The biggest issue right now is that I feel creatively bankrupt. I don't think that I'm necessarily unimaginative, but rather that I don't feel as much compassion for things anymore. Characters and settings just feel floaty right now, like I don't have a good grasp of what I really like—besides 40k, I guess? I'm admittedly a little hollow inside, and I'm doing what I can to fill myself back up, but the majority of activities I do feel somewhat fleeting. I feel like I can't commit to them without huge bundles of time in my hands, and even then I sometimes waste it all away for cheap indulgences that probably rot my brain. I'm scatterbrained and I'm disorganised, jumping at every opportunity until I land on something comfy and soft. But I don't stop. I just keep jumping, desperate to do anything productive or debatably fulfilling, and end up feeling tired of it all, biting off more than I can chew. If I had the energy and the strength, I'd get off my lazy arse and do something about it. Maybe I am, through photography.

Either way, feel free to gimme your requests again. I will consider them, but as always, no guarantees. I hope only that you all don't miss me too much. Love you all.