Life Needs a Little Mystery

opened my wip and didnt immediately write a thousand new beautiful and perfect words so i'm going to smash my laptop with a hammer

never lose hope. somewhere, a middle-aged, gender ambiguous person with an advanced degree in an esoteric field and a fiber arts hobby could be crashing out and pinning all their remaining mental health on getting obsessed with your otp. any day now, the most elegantly written 100k fanfic you have ever read is going to hit ao3. it could happen. it has happened.

my personal favorite moment in fic writing is when you come up with a particularly painful idea/concept/line/anything and then go, damn, that’s so fucking cruel. Let me get a pen, I’m putting it in.