Jul 15, 2025
new outcast cookbook says Enid doesn't eat much meat for a werewolf the Enid in my longfic is already a steak-guzzling fiend ...
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new outcast cookbook says Enid doesn't eat much meat for a werewolf the Enid in my longfic is already a steak-guzzling fiend ...
I've been staring at a text doc for five minutes, trying to decide if Enid, comforting a hurt/barely conscious Wednesday, would call her baby or sweetie
As month 4 of being stuck on the next chapter of her fic has come and gone, the author sits in a corner, gently rocking herself. "At least I don't use AI," she mumbles, over and over.
I can't type the word "Wednesday" today without fucking it up one or two times first. Which is fine, not like it's word that comes up super often when writing a Wenclair fic 🙃. But other than that, progress is good and I'm excited to finally be fully moving away from my writer's block \o/
just got hit with a scene I needed to write down for my fic (that's been mostly on hold because all my mental energy is going towards my college course rn) I storm into the office, turn on my PC, and flip around the "fuck off, I'm writing" sign my wife got me for Christmas my wife: "...are you good?" me: literally taps the sign wife: understands me: feverishly types out multiple paragraphs in a desperate race to get it all down before it melts from my brain
save my work, flip the sign back over, kiss my wife for being wonderful and understanding and putting up with living with a creative type
open my notes for CUYB with the intent to organize them
"no no," says brain. "having two docs labeled 'random shit' and 'more random shit' is perfectly organized and needs no changing"
I'm caught up on my assignments, the apartment is clean (mostly), I don't need to start on my next study module until next week.
Time to get plenty of my own personal writing done, right, brain? Right?!
me, going through all the crowd shots I can think of and then literally counting people just to get an estimate for a single, throwaway line in my fanfic: hmm yes perhaps I'm a bit fixated