On the off chance that anybody wants a detail of the Murkstrider…


Today I have to work. On stuff. Important stuff. Naturally I’m all inspired to do other monsters in mist, but no! Must be virtuous! Must…work…! Important! Money! AGHHH!

Yet again, I run up against the horror of my perverse existence. Deadlines on other stuff fire me up with the inspiration of a thousand steaming suns. Free time, leisure, and the knowledge that I can pursue whatever I want leave me as motivated as a slug in beer.* And I must always make my deadlines, because the deadline is sacred and there is no other god before the deadline.

Oh, well. I’m young yet, it’ll sort itself out.

*Plenty of ideas, mind you. Just no motivation.

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