Legitimately important AN: So, everything's going to probably go slower as I reenter 'that place', the one the Fur folks know well, the place where it's dark and cold and depressive (family dinner?) No, well, yes, but no.
The one where I start to question to quality of my writing (and with that, the guys who read Fur just rolled their eyes in exasperation). For those of you who don't know, I don't handle criticism well, and not in the 'gets self righteously indignant' way but the 'takes it to heart and begins believing he's a terrible writer and if people read his shit to laugh at him' way. So I'm in that phase, and that grinds all progress to a halt.
