#dearday

7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?

For stories: Just Some Coffee. I feel like I nailed the characterization and when it comes to length v thing I hate about it, this one has the lowest percentage.

Headcanons: josh baking in the kitchen at 2am *chef's kiss* need I elaborate?

8. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi chaptered stories?

Multi Chapter stories. I want to publish a book one day and multi-chapter stories let me proactive a wide variety of things, especially things you cannot really do in a one-shot like foreshadowing, pacing, ect as well as significant character growth (or de-growth. Sometimes bad people get worse)

10. What is the line you’re proudest of from [Fanfic Name]?

For MNS, not a line but a paragraph:

Walking through the terminals, Josh marvelled at a large city map with a little star marking where he was. This city was huge, a person could get lost. That’s exactly what Josh wanted. He wanted to lose the old self, can come out as himself. He spent a good couple of minutes searching for the area his apartment mate lived in, then studying the surrounding areas. These would be his new stomping grounds. Jobs, friends, family, anything he dreamt of; all within this map.

In general, this line from Just Some Coffee: “I’m going to see if I can get a job in a hospital-- as a surgeon.” I will never be that good again. I peaked here.

25. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

There are some scenes in the future that were immensely hard to write because of the heightened negative emotions in the scenes. There's one in particular where Liz and Josh have their first real fight and Josh storms out that I've been redoing almost every time I pick the fic up because I want it to be perfect. I've also had to re-write some of it because I've changed the trajectory of the fic a lot from where I started and thus the place of this scene and its function in the plot have changed, though the details remain the same.

I am intoxicated.

I am electric.

It’s 3am and I’m having vegetable curry rice and salmon. Also watching Friends Season 10.

Today’s daytime consisted of dreams, I was holding a baby that I had to fight for to prove I should be with her. Then I hit my head by accident, it was extremely painful. I was not okay in the head, I kept not making sense and stumbling. I had a meal of rice and peanuts and then I took paracetamol and ibuprofen and just knocked outin a nap. Then I felt I wanted to party and socialize and so I did. I had archers and lemonade and I felt so eletric. So eletric.

I feel fine and sexy tho. Hair and cheekbones look good. Time to bed

Starting something new again, but that’s okay. Because life is about progress. There’s no point in beating yourself up for continuously growing, no one is born complete.

Today started as I slept at 4am. After panicking over my finances and my future in the middle of the night, I decided to close my laptop and that once the birds started singing was my cue to shut my eyes too. I then awoke naturally at 7.55 but decided not to bother waiting for 8am, because I couldn’t muster enough energy from within to start my day so early (and mainly to leave the comfort that I found myself in). I did feel fresh, don’t get me wrong. I actually felt significantly fresher then as compared to when I actually woke up. My eyes opened at 12pm, but my soul didn’t really wake up until 3pm. 

My dreams were filled with terrors, following a Groundhog Day theme I found myself stuck in a loop of reliving the horrors. Reality managed to seep into my dream, as the setting was a location I was deeply researching before I went to sleep. I found myself having to save the less fortunate from the terrors, almost as if I was responsible for them. The terrors felt like they were not in my control, almost as if relating to my awake fears of being dragged through life by my ankles. One thing I must note though is with every Groundhog Day repeat, I found myself more knowledgeable than the day before and was able to use this to my advantage. 

During my awake hours, I found myself rushing through the minutes. Just, living life. Had a good nap on the journey tho.

Now I lay in the comfort of bed, amongst soft sheets and pink coloured warmth. I am physically in my element, in my comfort zone. I decided this is going to be my format of mindfulness. I write more eloquently (and less emotional) on the computer vs. on paper.