CuppaTea13

He watched as she sat on the edge of one of the boxes, casually kicking at the dirt with her shoes and looking around the alleyway. Jack had to give her credit; the bored expression and slumped shoulders would have convinced him, had he not known. His mind flashed back to images of a woman with a long back plait and a strategically sequinned outfit, and he frowned. 

First of all, A++ Pride and Prejudice reference in the title there. A+++.

Bangel. Bangel. Bangel.

You wanna cry? Because this’ll make you cry.

writer: *stops mid-sentence* damn what's the word I want?

writer: *spends 25 minutes on google trying to figure out the right vocab word*

writer: *gets a paragraph done*

writer: *starts another sentence, stops* what is that really specific fact I need?

writer: *spends an hour trying to figure out this obscure thing that probably doesn't actually matter*

writer: Wait what's that thing called again?

writer: *has no idea how to search for what I need*

writer: *ends up digging through blogs and other archived websites for details*

writer: *needs to reference source material for fact checking*

writer: *has to eat and sleep at some point*

writer: should it be "she regards him with disdain" or "she glares at him with disdain" ??? (hint: it doesnt matter but gunna go back and forth over it for an hour)

writer: *gets distracted by the internet in general*

writer: HOW IS THIS ONLY 800 WORDS???????

writer: fuck proofreading

writer: okay fine i'll proofread.

writer: holy shit this is awful.

writer: *reworks entire sections*

writer: *doesn't think I'm good enough as a writer and stops for a few days*