I heard some writing advice once about how to create a scene, tell a story, and raise the tension. I had just started the self-publishing of my first novel, The Wind, and I was completely out of my league in terms of how to polish my book. I paid for a package that included three phases of edits to tighten the grammar and pacing of the novel. My editor was thorough and kind, supporting me through each phase with helpful words and an easy grasp of what I needed to fix.
Oh boy! Now you’ve done it! You’ve found yourself working from home, unable to go out to the local Italian restaurant because of whatever new ban is in effect. You’re pissed off because you think your freedoms have been violated (they have, but I digress). And you’re a writer.
I've been an avid gamer for the better part of thirty years. Sometimes to the detriment of my own productivity. Another story for another day, perhaps, but truth nonetheless.
I can safely say that I've destroyed more romantic relationships than anyone I know. From my late teens, when garden variety immaturity played the biggest role, to my last failed relationship in 2018 when I no longer had any excuses other than the need to fuck things up.