I'm a writer, which means I have 15 ideas, to which I have the beginning, the entire world, 3 unnamed charakters and the specific lines at the end
me: oh look a writing competition for people my age, let’s enter
writer’s block: -twerks its way into my open document-
me: understandable have a nice day -just stares at the blank document thinking about writing rather than actually writing-
Hello welcome my ADHD themed gameshow, "So you were holding it literally moments ago but now it's gone" the where YOU look for whatever you were just holding while going increasingly mad
me, creating another WIP and adding it to the pile: I have done good work this day
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
your worth, and whether or not you ‘deserve’ to be alive, isn’t measured by how much you produce. an artist who made 70 paintings in a year isn’t more worthy of life than a college dropout who doesn’t know what they want. your worth is steadfast and it has been since the day you were born, and however much you manage to get done and learn and are (or aren’t) to other people won’t change that in any way.
You ever suddenly realise that... if you want to write something You Actually Have To Write It
here’s to you for still working on stuff you never mention out loud
writer me: god i really don’t want to kill this character :(
me: then don’t? you can just keep them alive?
writer me: sounds fake but ok
I post things which make me smile! And writing... but not enough as I should
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