you see what people just don’t understand is that writing’s demanding it’s mentally challenging and it’s a bore it’s such a chore to sit in a room by yourself oh my god i just hate it and you’re trying to find an opening line or a brillinat idea and you’re pacing the floor and hoping for just a bit of divine intervention that one little nugget that one little spark then Eureka! you’re ready to start so now you can write right? wrong you’re not even close you remember that damnit your play’s gotta be in iambic pentameter so now you write down a word but it’s not the right word so you try a new word but you hate the new word and you need a good word but you can’t find the word where is it what is it what is it where is it
I can’t wait for the fic that I’m going to write after this fic I’m not writing because I still have to finish another fic (which I can’t seem to focus on).
Me, writing: Have I already had someone shrug recently? Yeah I think she shrugged like two minutes ago already. I’m pretty sure I’ve written someone chuckling like five times. Everyone chuckles so goddamn much. Maybe everything is just super amusing here. How about I switch it up a bit and have someone raise an eyebrow curiously yeah that’ll work hell yeah