Edits: 2 I've been putting this off because of illness and distractions. This was in part inspired by watching Muppet Christmas Carol on Christmas eve. The song lyrics: "It is, the season of the heart, a special kind of caring" Learning to let go of Sephrothlay is hard, but i care about her. I'm worried that at least since her mum died, she hasn't written, or at least published anything. Possibly some time before that. I'm worried that she's not really been herself since her dad passed away during the Covid Pandemic. So i hope she's well and i hope she's able to put herself back together to write some time. As for my own writing, i've never been very good at sitting down and writing. When i get a new idea for a story, it goes great at first, but then i hit a wall on how to write the next bit. Maybe i should try and stick to short stories? I want to say more, but i need to get to work, i may not be going to house share with Sethrothlay anymore, but i'm still working and