but not enough

[dhampyresa]

(Entry title from Ilya Kaminsky's We Lived Happily During the War.)

I hate not being able to do anything. I hate it SO MUCH. It's like instead of being one tightly wound spring, I'm a million tuning forks vibrating at ultrahigh frequencies.

I keep feeling guilty about the silliest, most trivial things (seriously, who gives a fuck if most of my very sporadic recent fic output is from owned-by-Disney properties?!) and about making it all about me and being a coward and lazy and not having the skills to DO anything. I don't have any skills. I'm fucking pointless is what I am. The only skill I can sort of be said to have is that I managed to run a fandom exchange almost decently for a few years. Such useful very skill wow

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Hey, do you think there'd be an interest in a pro-Ukraine/anti-war fannish fundraiser? too little too late?

Comments

[muccamukk]

I would totally be interested in a fundraiser. I don't think it's too late, considering if the war ended tomorrow (please happen, as unlikely as it is), that we'd still need to help rebuild the cities and pay for like A LOT of therapy and medical expenses. That said, don't take on if would burn you out.

I def don't care you're writing for Disney stuff. I do think you have valuable skills, like being a good friend, and a good human for your cat, and are interesting, and stand up for what you believe, and are into cool history stuff.

*hugs*

[dhampyresa]

we'd still need to help rebuild the cities and pay for like A LOT of therapy and medical expenses.
An excellent point.

FUCK IT I'M DOING THE THING.

a good human for your cat
Miss Creant: lies. birb outside littel kitty inside. never such tragedy in all history of littel kittys.