Last time I checked in there was a pandemic. Still going! It's like a Dr Who episode where he was on a ship that never seemed to go anywhere. Book launch came and went, as such things do. Oh well, it is done. I got to do an interview with another writer who had been lurking on the edges of the community. (Mate, if you've written a book, you are more than welcome into the inner sanctum!)
Work and school has devolved into weird punctuated virtual conversations with long lag times in between people speaking. I bought a (new-ish) laptop and it went straight into home schooling. I bought another laptop to put aside in case my current one and its gorgeous pre-2013 keyboard dies... now I have 2 replacements and the horror of switching out may be averted for a few more years.
My current obsession is currently mechanical keyboards, on account of me moving my working space to the kitchen table (rather than my local... shut... cafe). Its a whole new world of beautiful things. My (still going but only as an ember of interest) wristwatch obsession was hampered by the fact that most of the watches were priced well out of my budget. Keyboards are more handy, within budget, and have a similar odd thing I've discovered with hobbies that are highly gendered in a world that tries to police gender borders and roles so much more these days. Call it western society's toxic masculinity, but there are very few places for men to express their love of aesthetics and beauty, so these communities take ordinary daily items and make them extraordinarily beautiful. Key-switches like sapphires. Keycaps in pinks and gradients and pastels. Crafting with jewel-like beads of plastic, gold springs, polished brass. Sound recordings of the tiny ping a switch might make in a polycarbonate housing, or how it races on a graph of tension and release
I remember reading on a watch forum where a user commented that in our current culture men were not encouraged to wear beautiful things like jewelry , so lavished great amounts of time on their wristwatches, the point and tint of a second hand, the way a date-font might fall under a magnifying dome, or the hand-made perfection of a leather strap.
It's been such an interesting diversion, and I've not been too guilty about spending time on the keyboard forums, as I use a keyboard all the time, for work and home, and if I'm going to be tying for hours, I might as well enjoy the experience.
Talking about typing for hours, I've started on a new book series. Yes, epic fantasy, about 200 pages in at the moment but I might have to change my name to... and stand by for the irony... something less gendered.