{"id":182,"date":"2024-08-14T15:09:15","date_gmt":"2024-08-14T23:09:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/?p=182"},"modified":"2024-08-14T15:09:15","modified_gmt":"2024-08-14T23:09:15","slug":"state-of-the-spud-2024-reboot-complete","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/?p=182","title":{"rendered":"State of the Spud 2024: Reboot Complete"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/NSBanner2024Small.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"600\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/NSBanner2024Small.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-183\" style=\"width:541px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/NSBanner2024Small.jpg 600w, https:\/\/spudlink.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/NSBanner2024Small-300x150.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Why yes, graphic design IS my passion, how did you know?<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s been a few years since I&#8217;ve done my yearly State of the Spud, and the short answer for that mystery is because, well, there hasn&#8217;t felt like a whole lot of change. Broadly, my mission is still just to survive, and real recovery isn&#8217;t exactly possible until certain aspects of my living situation improves drastically. (If you&#8217;ve seen me [vent] on the Discord server, or happen to be related to me, you might know exactly to what I&#8217;m obliquely referring.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This year, though? Yeah, there&#8217;ve been some changes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Friendship is Dragons has finally come to an end after nearly 13 years. (Didn&#8217;t quite get to the anniversary, but I managed to land on Page 2011, the year it started, so it just goes to show that you can find a meaningful number just about anywhere.) To be honest, at time of writing, I&#8217;m still very much in a post-partum period. I miss it, plain and simple. I miss the structure it lent to my weeks. I miss the constant feedback and appreciation of comments on new pages. I kinda miss being one of the last long-running bronies standing, playing around in that world. I miss the constant writing practice that really noticeably sharpened my skills over more than a decade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I don&#8217;t miss it enough to go back and start it up again, because dear god, the arcs I described in the epilogue would be nightmarish to actually do, but you get the idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the couple of months since it ended (Oh god, it was the beginning of June and now it&#8217;s mid-August??), I&#8217;ve been admittedly struggling to change gears. I&#8217;ve made very defined plans as to what The Next Projects are, but I haven&#8217;t made as much progress as I&#8217;d like, even counting one month off as pure vacation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Then again, a big part of my recovery process has been accepting that I&#8217;m going to work at my pace and no one else&#8217;s. If there&#8217;s been a theme of the last four years, a narrative to fill in the missing yearly States, it&#8217;s been, &#8220;Accepting Your Weaknesses.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Friendship is Dragons was doable three times a week because it took me on average 90 minutes to make a page, which was always something I could do even on my worst days. That&#8217;s how it became my crutch. Writing a novel or creating a game mod, on the other hand, is something that takes more long-term discipline. And I consider myself to have made big improvements on my work ethic, but&#8230;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You know what, even as I write this, I&#8217;m falling into my old workaholic traps, so heck with it. No, I&#8217;ve gotten quite a bit done beyond just ending the comic. I&#8217;ve done an editing pass on <em>The Interference<\/em>, the self-insert fanfic I wrote when I was 14-going-on-15, that it was waiting for for nearly 18 years. I finally redid the Let&#8217;s Play of <em>Dark Sector<\/em> that I attempted 9 years ago. My dad, sister, and I completed a massive streamed playthrough of <em>Satisfactory<\/em> in Early Access. On the grand scale of things, I&#8217;m actually enjoying a grand rush of creativity and closing a lot of old wounds with that energy. It&#8217;s pretty great.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It&#8217;s just not as glamorous and actively updating as a thrice-weekly webcomic. And you know how it is &#8211; if no one sees the work, it&#8217;s not real to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I also have another perfectly good set of excuses to shut down my workaholism. Outside the internet, &#8220;IRL&#8221; as it were, I&#8217;ve been taking on one of my greatest fears &#8211; bureaucracy &#8211; to apply for disability, insurance, and food stamps. Processes that terrify me so much that I need to lean on family and friends for moral support. I fret about paperwork, I agonize over phone calls, I panic through interviews. Crippling social anxiety is a real bastard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And that&#8217;s been the other big shift over the past four years:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Accepting that I&#8217;m disabled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have a mental disability that prevents me from being gainfully employed. I haven&#8217;t received a formal diagnosis, and I&#8217;m wary of self-diagnosis, but the main driver is probably in the realm of complex PTSD manifesting as debilitating social anxiety. I can barely leave the house for more than 90 minutes at a time. Even doing livestreams saps all of my energy for the rest of the day. I live with someone who can trigger me at any time with his temper tantrums and cause panic attacks that last hours. And situations where I have to go to places where mistakes can be devastating and judgment can be swift and sudden &#8211; like, say, applying for government help, or going to the doctor? Oh boy, those are the worst.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I&#8217;ve been slowly pushing through. I&#8217;ve finished my disability application and now I&#8217;m on a months-long waiting list for inspection. I&#8217;ve just renewed my state health insurance and food stamps. All thanks to the moral support of my friends, and a <em>lot<\/em> of help from my mom, frankly. I&#8217;ve been slowly learning to ask for help, and to accept my new &#8220;normal.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I mean, in retrospect, some of you older folk reading this are just gonna be like, &#8220;Yep, that&#8217;s called being in your 30s.&#8221; I turn 32 tomorrow, in fact. (I usually do the State of the Spud on my birthday, but it&#8217;s been a rough month already and I&#8217;d prefer the actual day off.) And I don&#8217;t refute that. But I also still very much feel like a scared teenager frozen in arrested development who&#8217;s just now starting to thaw a little bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yet strangely, overall, I think the trend is positive this year for ol&#8217; Spud. Sure, there&#8217;s a lot I&#8217;m still struggling with, and overall I&#8217;m still just trying to survive, but&#8230; I&#8217;m more sure of myself in who I am and what I want to do than I was a few years ago. I am Newbiespud. I very much like to create compelling fanfiction across various mediums. I have a mental disability that&#8217;s not going away anytime soon. But, like&#8230; at least I <em>know<\/em> that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I haven&#8217;t made as much progress as my old workaholic self would have liked, but I&#8217;ve still made significant progress. Baby steps work, y&#8217;all. Asking for help sometimes even works. Don&#8217;t let anyone tell you otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And as always, I wouldn&#8217;t be here still truckin&#8217; without all of your support &#8211; you, the ones who&#8217;d bother to read a blog post from a D-list content creator. Thank you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s been a few years since I&#8217;ve done my yearly State of the Spud, and the short answer for that mystery is because, well, there hasn&#8217;t felt like a whole lot of change. Broadly, my mission is still just to survive, and real recovery isn&#8217;t exactly possible until certain aspects of my living situation improves &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/?p=182\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">State of the Spud 2024: Reboot Complete<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,11,10,14,17,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-182","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-comic","category-history","category-people","category-ponies","category-real-life","category-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=182"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":184,"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/182\/revisions\/184"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=182"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=182"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/spudlink.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=182"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}