So I haven’t been playing CoX much over … oh … the last week, at least.
I don’t know if this is a break, a cooling off of interest, a seismic shift in my evening focus, or what. I just haven’t had the fire in the belly for it.
Which has nothing to do with the folks I play with, mind you. And it’s not because I’m hopping into some other cool game. I’ve just been doing … different things. A couple of external functions. Reading. Working online. Watching DVDs.
What I haven’t done is rushed home with every fiber of my being screaming to hop onto CoX and keep pushing all my beloved characters.
No idea what this means, really. And no idea if, having written this, I’ll be back onto my nightly schedule as of tonight.
Just wanted to mention it, since I have the space here to do so.
I know the feeling, and I think it’s a combination of passing out of a phase and, you know, having a life. I like when I can get on and play with friends, but I’m no longer the eager beaver that I was a year ago to RP every second and sit down for hours-long chat sessions. Maybe that’s because I got Noelle to the end (or thereabouts), and while there’s still stuff I need to DO with her, I have a sort of feeling like her story is finished. Yes, I could turn her life into a soap opera, but I don’t WANT to.
And my other characters — Ginger’s for the Munchies with is only once a week, usually. Shadowslip’s getting more play lately, but I want to be better about playing with more folks, and my other villain, Lady Optimism, is happily in a two person permanent team that I’ve only played twice.
Because I, too, have a life. And I like it that way.
… which isn’t to say I won’t dive sort of back into things when I sell my book!
Having a life. Hey — there’s a thought …