Mar 6
Why is opening my WIP document exactly like working up the nerve to jump into a pool of chilly water EVERY SINGLE TIME even when I'm excited to write the bit that comes next. It'll be fine once I get in and get moving, I know! AND YET.
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Why is opening my WIP document exactly like working up the nerve to jump into a pool of chilly water EVERY SINGLE TIME even when I'm excited to write the bit that comes next. It'll be fine once I get in and get moving, I know! AND YET.
Went for a run.
Hated every second of it.
Can't wait to do it again.
Now is the part of my WIP where I beg and scream for an epidural and a C-section, there's no way I'm delivering this thing naturally
Me: yeah I'm super burnt out on writing gonna take a real break from it now, at least a couple of weeks
Me twelve hours later: mm there is that one story idea though but I'm not going to let myself start writing it yet, not for another week or definitely for sure not for a few more days
Me the next day, 565 words in and typing madly: Look,
1800 words into writing something and I just staggered outside into the sunlight thinking WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I’M ON DRUGS and then realized IT’S THE WRITING MOJO THIS IS IT, IT CAME BACK after two long years and I am going to cry
I don’t say I’m writing anything GOOD but god how I have missed walking around town with a big stupid grin on from the dizziness of MAKING UP DUMB SHIT IN MY WEIRD HEAD again
wip meme!
(thanks for the tag, @laneboyheathens!)
a sentence starting with each of these letters from part 3 (aka Oh My God They Were Roommates) of the melshian story that rapidly spiraled out into becoming a series:
S: Something within him froze at the voice, unwilling to look, certain that if he did, everything around him would fade and it would just be him and Keef, staring at each other across an unfathomable expanse of white cells, transported to a place and a time they could never leave.
O: "Oh, we haven't even gotten to betting yet," Melshi said.
L: "Like I said," he replied, "it was a gift."
A: "Anytime," Melshi told him honestly, sipping from his own cup, feeling everything in him curving toward Cassian like one of his plants yearning for the sun.
R: Rain on Yavin was like nothing Melshi had never seen.
tagging anyone who feels like playing to find lines in your wip starting with SWORD
hate that “I really like this scene & it adds fun stuff with the character dynamics but it doesn’t necessarily further the plot or provide new information” spot 😭 ‘cause like…. I probably should delete & rewrite but what if it’s fun. what if I want a scene that’s just the characters talking about stuff we already know but getting a bit closer…. what then huh 😭
First on-the-record allegations against the author allege abuse going back to 1986 and reveal another non-disclosure agreement, this one wit
Enough comics / cartoon / TV nerd icons have been revealed to be sex pests it may be better to analyze the characteristics of the ones who haven't been (so far). Like Allan Moore and Chris Claremont may have just put all that pervy energy into their work. Or y'know, they were just functional adults - who knows? Edited to add: as of yet we've yet to read such things about Ramona Fradon or Gail Simone or G Willow Wilson or Marti Noxon or Lisa Hanawalt or