They Were In Love Here

Me, a writer: ah, but what if I just don’t write

fic planning be like:

no google docs you don't understand this is a sexy, necessary grammar mistake

did it hurt? when the little people inside your head refused to follow your carefully-plotted novel outline?

villains who could have been protagonists in different circumstances? I live for that shit

I want to see my blood in your mouth (flirting)

writing as therapy. writing as healing. writing as discovery. writing as self-love. writing as making sense of the dark. writing as rebirth. 

yeah, this is my pet knight, she's a rescue. i gave her a brief act of mercy and she followed me home and sat outside my door to guard me from intruders. she swore her undying allegiance to me in exchange for a gift of grace and now she sleeps at the foot of my bed and weeps when im late coming home. and yeah, she only eats wet food because she's a snob, also.

I want to finish revising my WIP, I want to fall into my new short story for the weekend and only emerge once it’s done, and I also want to get started on a new novel that I’m obsessed with. Instead of doing ANY of these things, I have too many options and am just scrolling endlessly instead