Long time, no siege

I don't know if anybody still follows me, really, but one thing I really hate about online people is that they sometimes disappear without a trace and I don't even know if they're still alive.

I'm still alive.

A few years ago, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to make a decent living with my skill set. I mean, sure, I can write - but how many writers live off their books, you know?

I got lucky, eventually, and I landed a few English to Romanian translation gigs for various self-help, personal development books. It was a bit funny, since I'm a fairly cynical person who doesn't believe in that sort of thing, but I did my best and it went well.

I then landed a few Romanian to English translation gigs for fiction, which was a step up.

And in 2014, I got recruited as a freelance translator for one of *the* biggest video gaming companies out there. I've been working for them ever since and it's amazing, it's got that blend of creativity and madness and fun and teamwork that I can't help but love. 

Incidentally, it's a demanding job, which sucks most of my time and creativity away. I'm also currently living with The Guy, who takes up more of my time with more awesomeness. I'm happy, but I no longer write as much as I used to. It's a bit hard to bugger off into a quiet corner and do my writing thing when there's someone around and I'm not anywhere near a quiet corner.

When we were in school, we were told that geniuses write their works in "solitude and pain" - I'm not sure I agree with the "pain" bit, but I'm starting to get the "solitude" bit.

I love my new life, but sometimes I resent it a little for not leaving much room for other things I love.