Rebecca’s Ramblings

Me, nudging my brain with a stick: Write.

*my brain eats the stick and continues to Not Write*

what’s your nervous tick? i rub the back of my left ear with my right hand

yo the notes on this are a gold mine if you’re a writer

ah yes, i love russian literature. the way it just *clenches fists* gives me a constant midlife crisis over the theorical existence of god and whether or not happiness exists or being a good person is worth it

guys will try to impress you by telling you they know everything about draconic mythology and folklore and then not even be able to tell you the difference between a wyrm and a wyvern

guys will tell you they know what a drake is and then describe an amphithere

guys will mix up wyrms and lindwurms and say "well they're all dragons aren't they"

Reading your old writing is either ‘my god, I’m an undiscovered genius’ or ‘welcome to CRIIIINGE CITY folks’ and there is no in between

I hope in 2020 you get to write that thing you’ve been wanting to write, and you write it amazingly.

Me, opening my own story: I wonder if the author's updated yet

this is the writing equivalent of checking the fridge, walking away, and coming back to see if it's spawned a better snack while you weren't looking

Plot twist! Me, reading my own story: Oh man, this is actually pretty good...

watch me make fun of the rest of the romantics and show only utter love and respect towards mary shelley