Pollito reads (and tries to write)

[ID: A digital drawing of the front of a bakery, a small dragon sits outside on the front steps staring up into the window. Outside it’s dark and raining, the light from the bakery is warm orange, the window full of shelves of bread. The bakery is called “Indigo’s”, and on the window reads “bakery cafe”. /End ID]

[Image description: The same dragon now lays on a pile of bread with some chunks torn out of them, fast asleep in the backroom of the bakery, near some sort of fire with the racks of different kinds of bread all around the storage area. They are safe and full. Description on post reads, “He got his bread.” End ID]

Oh thank god

@thebibliosphere

Me @ writers: you just make that shit up from your brain???

*squints at the three lines in Word that have remained unchanged for weeks* In theory

We make that shit up in our brain and sometimes that’s where it stays

@ the people who write (writers, if you will) do you ever have a moment of clarity when you finally manage to connect one plot point to another and the words finally flow seamlessly somehow?

I’m both

It’s definitely the latter.