I literally spent FOUR ENTIRE HOURS of my night so deeply engrossed in fic writing that I, an eternally hungry human, FORGOT TO EAT MY DINNER, something that has happened to me so few times in life that I can probably count them on one hand.
Is this what it feels like to actually *enjoy* the thing you're creating? I mean, I know it is, because I have been here before, but damn like... I spent SO. LONG. with that last fic that I hated writing from day one that I had almost forgotten how it feels to lose yourself in the process, flow, and energy of creating a fic.
Problem: it's time for bed and I am now hungry af and still riding this creator's high brain function adrenaline rush.








