I hate when im tired, and i try to go to sleep, but my mind doesn't shut off, so i just stay awake thinking about random cute fic ideas. Like no. Brain, please, shut up. Im tired.
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I hate when im tired, and i try to go to sleep, but my mind doesn't shut off, so i just stay awake thinking about random cute fic ideas. Like no. Brain, please, shut up. Im tired.
With the insomniac sleep schedule I've been having I'm about to turn into one of these MFS
oh hy is gonna die
Aight who wants to name her. 🥹💗
Did I ever tell you I've eated roadkill deer before?
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No, you haven't.
Venison is very tasty.
it is like, sort of ridiculous how much easier nanowrimo has gotten over the years for me. i remember being in high school and just absolutely fucking gritting my teeth to get through the last few hundred words each day. extracting everything I had and discovering it was only like 30 words. having absolutely no idea what to do plot-wise. having absolutely no idea how people even thought of plots. because i just couldn’t! i couldn’t do it and i didn’t know why! I threw so many random events at those drafts because I could not conceive of any other way to build a story. and i struggled through the 50k each year somehow with like Herculean fucking effort, and don’t get me wrong I am very proud of little me, but im also mad it was so hard!
this year I can draft like 3-4 pages by hand, and type them up, and that usually gets me over 1667. if not, it’s not too hard to carry on from there. i am ahead. i have coherent ideas about what I am doing and how to get there. I have an ending and I can rotate a whole project in my head like a beautiful rotisserie chicken. this specific change is not due to years of writing experience. this is because i got properly medicated. i have actual working memory capacity now. i have the mental processing space necessary to write a coherent story, which I didn’t even know was something i was missing. the difference is boggling. i just thought i naturally struggled with big-picture stuff and that would never change. no bitch!!! i have a goddamn motherfucking neurological disorder