I think I figured us out.
The reason writers complain so much about writing, but never give up on it, is because we’re just like a dog playing with a puzzle ball.
We know there are treats in there and we will whine about the effort it takes to get them, but we won’t stop because things are happening is it a feeling of accomplishment–Nope, missed the mark, this scene is terrible. But if I try again, maybe– oh my god I’m the best writer ever the gods weep at my genius fuck yeah




















