#meatposting

[thegospelofhaven]

I need to come up with a fandom nickname for Haven that isn't just "weird little lesbians." Accepting suggestions

[charl0ttan]

#Meatposting is trending! Everyone is posting meat! Posting #mymeat

DONT DO THIS ILL EAT IT:(((((

[il3x]

there are certainly downsides to being made of meat but one big upside is that much of the meat regrows and fixes itself automatically. can you imagine if your whole body was teeth? that would be fucked. that would be soooo fucked

[natalieironside]

I heard next time they're gonna change it to the Meat Gala

[randomcollection-o-stuff]

When they don't want to watch the weird psychosexual, gory, horror movie with you

[doorknobswithdicks]

"i asked chat gpt" "i asked grok" well i asked the pulsating giant pit of meat under a church in Istanbul and it said you was a bitch

[jacka1]

I was already laying here and he came over and stepped all over my head and made himself comfortable and pushed me now he has to be my pillow

[english-mace]

...so in a quest to avoid backloading my edits tight against my deadline I gave myself (and set up Formally With My Editor) a Middle Deadline, right? Which has worked reasonably great, I am statistically nearly halfway through at nearly-halfway-through-my-time-budget which just ain't a thing that happens, to me, generally, except.

by doing so I have created An End Goal.

Now at one point during Covid I wrote the first 95% of a novella* in about 9 months and then took 18 months to write the last 5,000-odd words, because I made the mistake of coming up for air and noticing I was Nearly Done. I don't like endings. I need momentum. I need to lie to myself that there is sooooo much more work to be done, can't possibly slow down, must run run run sooooo fast oh whoops I seem to have finished!

you may begin to see my problem >.>

Anyway my Middle Deadline is three days off and I have ~90% of one chapter to write for it (having chomped my way through 12 chapters to get this far over the last few weeks) and my hindbrain is throwing an absolute tantrum about this. I have hung paintings. I have set up new craft projects. I have not only done laundry, I have ironed it.

Someone please come hold a wet fish over my head until I start typing this damn chapter, because I swear I am going to start force feeding myself the Silmarillion again out of sheer desperation at this rate.