blesse's scraps

in a just world i spend my days reading and writing and indulging in every creative hobby that calls to me. unfortunately, this world is unjust, and i work myself to the point of exhaustion; leaving not even a shred of thought for the things i truly enjoy. how unfortunate for a soul that yearns to be free.

i am the wind in your hair and the rain against your face and the dirt stuck beneath your nails. i am the sunlight filtering through your window as you lay basking in its warmth. i am the shadows lurking in the lake that cation you to go no further, as well as the calm waves that draw you in. i have returned to the earth, your earth, in hopes of encompassing you forevermore; and one day i shall consume you, as it has consumed me, and we will be together once more.

there’s not enough time in the day when i want to do all my hobbies at once. unwillingly slave away at work, and when i’m finally free i’ll want to play one of many games i enjoy. then, when i write i want to do so for at least an hour. i need to eat, relax , and don’t even get me started on when i need a nap. there simply isn’t enough time to get everything done.

does anyone else have their notes full of random lines and ideas for writing that just pop into your head throughout the day?? suddenly i’m talking and then i’m like.. hold on really quick *pulls out phone and starts aggressively typing*

writer problems also include wanting friends but having a hard time keeping friends because you’re always in your own head making up people and relationships that replace real ones

alright i wrote a dialogue sequence thats enough for today goodnap everyone

nothing is more fulfilling than being able to correctly shape an idea or thought onto paper. writing in your notes app excitedly, just waiting to get the chance to explore it within your story. it’s a rush unlike any other, y’know?

i am going to write today. i am going to write today. i am going to write today. i am not going to nap all day. i will write. even if it’s just a sentence.

don’t you hate when your characters and their relationships are so intricate, but you cannot for the life of you nail down the plot? it’s like it keeps slipping through my fingers like water. i cup my hands, fill them and go to drink, only to be left with a sip of what i had gathered.