The Devil Works Hard But Fic Writers Work Harder

1.5 months ago, first time i ever posted any kind of fanfic anywhere, i posted my first completed fic to ao3. 13 days later, i went in for surgery. it was already scheduled before i posted the fic but only AFTER i started writing it. anyway, the past month of recovery i've spent writing, so i now have a total of 6 fics published with a seventh on the way, one of which i published just a few days after surgery while high on painkillers, and total of 31k words published post surgery. i've never written this much in my life (!!!) so idk what's going on tbh. i suddenly understand the fervor of needing to update my works despite all of the ridiculous goings-on of living.

I mean it was a scheduled surgery, so I knew about it. But… within days of the muse hitting me with fic ideas and frantically writing them down at 2 am, my partner had to go to the hospital to get brain surgery and had complications before (the surgeon didn’t want to operate because of a healing heat blister and risk of infection) and during the surgery (had to get a blood transfusion).

I forgot about ao3 because I had a homeless scare, purely just isolating myself for a bit, and becoming a music producer??? It feels odd, I want to write again.

HIII So basically I hadn’t updated my fic for a while, just was too busy to finish, when I did started writing again, planning to publish my next chapter, I get a cut on my TOE of all places, faint and have a mini seizure, then the next day I also cut my leg on a CHAIR. When I say I put my blood sweat and tears in my writing I mean it.

AO3 curse got me. About 2 months after I started writing I had my abusive ex break up with me, almost three weeks later started dating a friend that I'd known for well over a year. Then got married for healthcare.

I was just about to write a reverse comfort fic and now I have a fever. Wtf. And my birthday is tomorrow. This is homophobic💔

I recently went back to finish a fic that I started and abandoned 11 fucking years ago. That is completely insane.

Around the time I started posting on ao3, in like late 2020, I got into the start of a long line of abusive relationships. I'm now in a healthy one and our two year anniversary is coming up, but during that time to now, I've written over 100k words and posted a lot of fanfiction lmao

currently suffering from a mystery illness (mild) that is making me feel absolutely miserable. can barely be upright today but by dog I wrote and posted the chapter