A few days before my husband inexplicably quit his job, I had placed an order with the Blizzard Gear store. My ‘mission’ was to get my son the Starcraft Void Probe plush he wanted for his birthday, but I couldn’t resist adding a few extras to the shopping cart. Our little bundle of goodness arrived today, and included in it was this Heroes of the Storm Hacci Top by We Love Fine:
After my mini-emo rant post a while back, I decided to take some time to myself. I went on a holiday. I was in no rush to do anything that wasn’t necessary. There was no writing unless I was getting paid for it. And, most importantly, absolutely no worrying about the future.
It was exactly what I needed.
Twenty year old Neri was a glass-half-full kind of person. No matter the problem, I could convince myself that it wasn’t the end of the universe, that things could be so much worse, and that there is always a silver lining to even the hardest of issues. But, now that I am rapidly approaching 30, I have noticed that I have lost that spark and I’m just plain old negative about everything.
Organising a local gaming event is no small feat, and low attendance can feel like a real slap in the face.
My husband and I run a local Blizzard fan group, and on 26 January, we ran our first proper public event. Usually our events are done in a private room in the local library or online, but this time we were a part of a much larger festival that was held in an open space.
We put together a fantastic schedule, we sought out sponsors who provided some epic prizes, and we tried our best to promote the event, but it wasn’t enough.
Out of a group of 85, only 10 of us attended.
As I mentioned in my resolutions post a few weeks ago, my number one goal is to really get stuck into my writing course. I have until the end of this year to complete it, and six months into it I have only managed to hand in a pathetic five assignments! However, I have finally bumped it up the ol’ priority totem pole, and in the process I’m discovering a new issue that I’ve never quite experienced before.
It’s like Writer’s Block, but…not?