seen from Sweden
seen from New Zealand
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Sweden
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Brazil
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
my brain at 3am: we have ideas my brain at 3pm: we have nothing
me: opens my document story: starts screaming
"why are you writing so much?"
"these imaginary people demand my attention."
Writing is just opening a document and hoping past-you left something usable behind
The story and I are in a toxic situationship
“Just write for fun”
My brain: yes but what if it’s bad forever?!
January 1st: new notebook, fresh outline, confidence, new project
January 7th: crying, rewriting chapter one, forty new projects and my will to live jumped out the window on day 2
Current mood: Crying into my keyboard while my characters unionise.
