In a post yesterday I wrote: My own physical and mental health is not good. In order to keep having enough strength to work and make money that I can use to help others, I’m going to have to focus a lot on self-care for a while.
This means I probably am going to have to set aside a lot of creative projects that I don’t feel actively, enthusiastically motivated to do. (And right now I don’t know what, if anything, I will feel motivated on. I don’t choose my motivations or even understand them, and right now I have no idea what they’re gonna do.)
If I’ve promised to do something related to a creative project (art, fiction, etc) for you, I’m sorry, but it is probably not going to happen any time soon.
I don’t know what is.
This is still true. I don’t know what is going to happen with my creativity.
But in the past month or so I did write a whole Alan/Roy fic, set right after Legacy, based around a weird little interpretation of canon I was trying out.
Which I was trying to hold off on posting, at least until I caught up on requests.
And now that I’m accepting the fact that requests are gonna just be on hold for the foreseeable future…
(not that there even is such a thing as a “foreseeable future,” lord knows)…
I’ve decided just to post it.
I dunno. I feel like we could all use something like this.
Post-Legacy. Specifically, right after that scene with Alan and Roy at the end of the Next Day short.
Inspiration: What if Flynn’s friends did know about what happened to him in 1982?
And if so, how could that reconcile with the events of Legacy?