Sometimes we bite off more than we can chew. We put our hand up without knowing whether we can deliver on the goods. Sometimes we can't and there's nothing wrong with that- it's life. The important thing is that we dust ourselves off and learn from that experience.


Last week I was suffering a serious case of Life. Picked up extra shifts at work and they were back to back days plus I had drafts to write up for the House of Paincakes. About a month back I put my hand up to try writing for them as a 40k writer, not knowing what I'd talk about or how I'd put thoughts to text. Sadly, I've only just realised I can't deliver. I'm gonna have to fall through, I won't have enough time to constantly pump out quality articles regarding 40k or anything. Both drafts were completed but I can't vouch for their quality/content.

With uni starting in a week and a half, time is going to become scarce as yet again the balancing act of life, work and uni takes place. Blogging is a fourth ball that's going to have to be dropped if any sleep/ relaxation is to be had. I'm mentally kicking myself for not realising sooner/not putting the hand up in the first place and feel terrible as I've had to send an email to Lauby explaining why I can't deliver. Coupled with freaking out about what a very large audience thinks of my writing, it's best for my piece of mind to concede >.>; Ha, I blame both myself and the University of Queensland for my writing anxiety. Stupid essays.Stupid me. Ah well, can't be helped- just got to dust myself off, calm the frig down and learn from this.


Hopefully someone else will have a shot at being a blog writer and I wish them the best of luck. 

Until the next time (whenever that may be, as I stated earlier it's gonna be busy real soon),

The Warlock