Unannounced three-week hiatus? I guess you could see this coming.

I think the conlanging phase of my life has come to an end. It was fun while it lasted, from my earliest fumbles with Draen (in 2014. Wow.) to the reign of Amraya to the swansong of Núkhacirj. I can’t say I have moved to bigger and better things. In fact, I haven’t really moved on to any new hobby.

Two weeks ago, a book I read sparked a sudden wave of anxiety about climate change. For more than a week I was convinced the world was going to end during this century, that I would have to watch as it slowly burned around me. I’ve since talked about it with knowledgeable people, and I have calmed down. But that kind of thing gives perspective.

That perspective showed me that I wasn’t really a conlanger anymore. I hadn’t been for a while, not enthusiastically anyway, but only recently I let go of the identity. This is not who I am anymore. And that’s okay.

I hope you wish me luck in whatever endeavor I take on next.