#from inside

whoops there are only 8.5 weeks until the hbb 50% draft is due and like, that is not enough time!! bear with me while i panic for just a minute! i’m also going to lose two-ish of those weeks to life stuff, so i’m going to have to be super intentional about writing

i like, need a plan to be able to finish long projects so i think i will do this: 

post writing updates on sunday

when i do that, plan three days that week i can block out evening writing time and stick to it

block one half-day on the weekend for writing, ideally saturday afternoons (unless something comes up, unfortunately the weather is Gorgeous so i might fuck off and go camping, we’ll see)

i want to keep some sort of exercise on the three days i won’t be writing, so i think since post-dinner writing is in my evening habit stack, i might fill out one bit of rich description, either that builds off of something i’ve already written, or something new i can throw in the planning doc for potential use later

It's started to live in me recently. Or maybe I simply didn't pay any attention to it.

In my childhood I was sure I would never lose those happy moments, the dreaminess of the naive person. Today I know nothing about life of my best - in the past - friend, living next to me. Don't know where is he and if he’s still alive.

At school ages, I felt sorry to weak people. I would like to protect them from social pressures. Nowadays cynicism progress. Maybe it's all fault of the era of the Internet, or maybe it has done it's work before.

Acute sense of justice sometimes comes to the critical mark and it's so easily confused with rage. Blind aggression is its favorite treat.

When I burn bridges, it joyfully waves all her limbs. It breaks my bones and burns inside me with a poisonous bite.

It's kill an angel on my right shoulder. It's stronger than the demon on the left one.

It exterminated all the cockroaches in my head and the butterflies in my stomach. Even the wormy heart it liked to taste.

It feeds on my rot, bathes in bile. It likes to hide in my fears and it doesn't intend to leave this body. It dreams of post-apocalypse in my inner world.

It's the embodiment of the devil's temptations. The creature howls with every sin of mine.

It smiles at my weaknesses and smirks off my prudence. My bad thoughts for it like a warm plaid. My conscience is fatal for it.

It's the embodiment of all the most terrible things that have ever happened in my life. It's a thorn in my eye. It's a rustle in the middle of the night.

What doesn't kill me make it stronger.

A filthy tenacious scolopendra.

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