Intro!

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.

reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

Me talking to myself

yes, I talk to myself in the second person. I will also use the fourth person collective on occasion.

“Why can’t I write what I want to today?”

maybe because what you want to write is a cohesive story and you would mostly be staring at that damn taunting, blinking line of a cursor on the Google Doc

“I want to write chronologically!” too bad, you’re thinking of a random scene that’s over halfway through the story. I don’t make the rules

“Why can’t I write the main plot?”

because I said so. Now go back to writing about what happened hundreds of years before the main plot to explain the tension between the two sides

“What’s this character’s name again?”

Think of a new one. You know what it is, and it causes the Tiffany Problem. Think of a new one, you fucking idiot

“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

Being from Massachusetts is the only reason I know how to pronounce Worcestershire sauce. Worcester, MA has conditioned me to have “woostah” or “wooster” (I don’t have a heavy accent) as a possible pronunciation of that combo of letters

I don’t care if it’s originally British or not, Massachusetts taught me well

It also makes it a lot harder to spell from memory. Took me five tries in this post

I can’t be the only one who does this

okay, so. I have my main wip, but it’s barely my main any more because of an AU I created of my own work.

I also make headcannons of the characters, forgetting I’m the creator.

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

This explains a lot about my lack of asking for help when I clearly need it