oh, what misery!

god I wish I had a pair of menacing black gauntlets with really sharp fingertip claws I bet it feels good as fuck to have your hands resting palm-down on a surface and then scratch some deep fucking gashes into it as you clench your hand a little closer to a fist when your evil minion delivers some bad news to you

writing is so fun until you run out of pre-planned plot and you stand at the precipice and slowly realise that you never really had a plot in the first place

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

“you should write every day” bestie i’m trying to live every day. write?? i barely eat enough fruit.

Writer culture is thinking about cool new characters and scenes and intense moments and emotional messaging and not writing anything when you get home