Why…
I can imagine what I want to write and how I want it to go, but words simply cannot be manifested onto the page.
so I’m left with the dreaded blinking cursor. A line that stares at me without mercy, mocking me, taunting me, temping me to write when it knows I can’t.
“Start writing”
Hah, no.
“Why not?”
I will, absolutely will against my will, revise and edit as I write, so I write the total of multiple chapters but it ends up being only one and half chapters. I fucking hate it
My story’s antagonist: I’m not just a bitch…
I’m a bitch with a backstory
EPIC: The Musical is a fucking bomb. Seriously, it’s good
but also, listening to it all the way through is not helpful in trying to remember the songs, especially when the brain switches up the lyrics
My brain went: “Let’s see where you’ve been! When does a man become a meteor?” And I’m like “No, it doesn’t work that way.” And the visual in my head is Mr. Jalapeño shoving MICO then the cast rowing during the livestream of the cast listening to it
Shit I’ve looked up for writing purposes
-Coronations and how they work
-How much do famous actors make?
-What an adversary is
-What regalia are
-Meteor hammers
-Armor for meteor hammers
-Chromium, and can it be used for armor
-The International Phonetic Alphabet
-Where is chromium found?
-Two-handed swords
-Different types of daggers
-Plants with symbolism
-How to write emotional turmoil
-How to write mental breakdowns
-Survivor’s guilt
-The definition of emotional manipulation
-The definition of gaslighting
-The concept of wuxing and the character traits associated with each element
-Character traits associated with each zodiac in Asian mythology
-Monkey’s paw
-Real-life locations
-Money conversions
-Possible ways for people to act when drunk
-Blade lengths for different weapons
-How to make ship names
Yep. Either this or random scenes for an already existing series I’m writing.
Me: *Furiously Googling about who knows what*
Also me: You write fantasy, you know that, right?
Me:
This post is a joke
I can finally listen to my peers say “Merry Christmas” without feeling the urge to correct them, watch Christmas ads and listen to Christmas music without saying, “it’s still November, not yet.”
Tis(n’t) the season
If anyone asks me what I’m writing, I will say nothing. But in a conversation that I can use to talk about my writing, I will take that opportunity.
Is really difficult. Give yourself a break every once in a while. I’ve been on break from starting writing my main wip for over a year, and I still procrastinate the hell out of it. Writing takes time. Let it happen on its own
When the normal brain says sleep but the neurodivergent brain says “okay, but…” and proceeds to give a fuck ton of ideas to fill in p(l)otholes in the book
they work half the time. It would also be useful if I could remember them. And which story they belong to out of the three I haven’t abandoned yet
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