Everything is a mess

I'm feeling overwhelmed by the necessity of another migration. Honestly, I wish I'd kept up with my DW more than I did during my Tumblr years. I wouldn't feel so out of practice.

Since we're not sure where the bulk of fannish culture is going to land, I'm trying to spread out a bit. This journal is a mess, but I'm planning to clean it up in the new year. (That pushes back my efforts to finish a big bang idea I had to abandon a few years back, but it's more important to curate what I've done so far than to add to the pile, at least for now.)

I'm tired.