you dug my heart a grave

I hate I when I get an idea for a novel. Like oh no here starts the slow sad slip n’ slide to dissapointment again.

You ever been 30,000 words and hundreds of research hours into a project when you realize hey wait a minute. I don’t like this. This is bad.

this is 100% true. I've written 6 complete novels at this point and every single time around the 40k mark I feel lost in the woods. Nothing seems to be working. I feel awful; I can't sleep. I keep going even though I'm convinced I'm going to fail. And then... It's like leaving a tunnel and getting back out in the sunshine. Stuff starts coalescing. Things that weren't working have obvious fixes. I "can write" again, except I was writing the whole time. It just felt hopeless in the moment. It's not. You just gotta get out of the woods.

Ah yes the Slough of Desponds. Professional author with 13 books, and this is normal for me as well. (Checking for tension issues usually helps!)

Lady of shallot. Lady of onion. Lady of garlic. Lady of chives.

playing a game called "am I going blind from stress or are my glasses just exceedingly dirty (because I've been crying, from stress)"

I'm starting wellbutrin this week, hopefully I don't lose all my hair or become irrationally angry or develop seizures/tinnitus/hypomania/psychosis etc. lol

they’ve invented a new kind of sourdough that’s even harder to cut and destroys the roof of your mouth more effectively

studying history is like. here's to another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be. thank you women who fight for abortion and contraception and independance from men for another beautiful day of not being pregnant and of having no obligation to ever be

“how’s the writing going?” i’m glad you asked! my room has never been cleaner and i’ve decided to take up baking

sometimes rpf is literally just the most logical conclusion