You Ever Suddenly Realise That... If You Want To Write Something You Actually Have To Write It

A quick list of things you are not:

damaged goods.

a burden.

worthless.

a failure.

stupid.

a waste of space.

weak.

a lost cause.

alone.

ME PRESENTING MY GARBAGE FICS TO THE AUDIENCE

OKAY DOINKERS!

This fic *slaps fic's ass* has so many words in it but not so many because I can barely articulate myself in a textpost that you will be AMAZED I was able to write this trash.

Could it be better?

Yes.

Do I care?

Absolutely.

Am I ashamed?

You betcha.

so when I'm writing and I can't think of a name I'll just put [insert name here] so I can go back to it later

and my biggest fear is that someday I will publish a novel and one of those will slip through and there will be a [insert name here] in an actual professionally published novel

If anyone wants to tell me about their plot, characters, or anything really then I'm happy to listen!

I REALLY want to talk about my new plot idea (not sure whether to write it as a screenplay, story, or save it as a comic idea) but at the same time, I really don’t want to bother anyone hsbsbsb🥲

bonus points if someone comes in and interrupts you and you have to start all over.

me: okay time to work on the main plot of my story

also me: *plans an extremely detailed entire four-part series as some kind of AU of said story and forgets about the main plot entirely*

Me: I want to write.

Someone else: What's stopping you?

Me: ...

Me: *gestures vaguely* nyehh.

“Shout out to everybody who’s trying to get their life together. Working on yourself is the hardest part of life. The rest comes after.”

— Unknown (via quotefeeling)

When I open a blank word document and my story hasn't started itself ⬆️

When I open my WIP after two weeks of not writing and it hasn’t finished itself:

Imagine if we lived forever,

Time goes on but we're frozen like ice.

Childhood pets would be here til the end,

Family with you all your life.

Young children would never grow,

People in a coma stuck in a limbo

Between life and death, not alive

But not given the relief of passing away.

Young people are free forever

But that teen mother with three kids

Is chained to them for infinity;

She may physically live forever

But her life ended a long time ago.

And what about when the sun expands,

Consuming the earth and we're left

To float in nothingness, torn from

Limb to limb, pain without death,

Is this nature's punishment for us?