#thoughtsofawriter

I have this disease called starts too many WIPs syndrome

*opens writing document* no,,,, this can’t be,,, it’s still not done?

what if I don’t have enough time to write everything within me. what then. where do the words go. do they get sent to another writer. those are my words. give them back

ok, I’m just gonna fix this hold on— *overcomplicates the narrative* *overcomplicates the narrative* *overcomplicates the

why must I have a job. why can’t i be a cave demon with a laptop and a thousand ideas i work on under the moonlight

help I have too many ideas in my brain and not enough time

sometimes i forget how far I've come as a writer, but then I read something I wrote in 2015 and remember

love talking about writing with other people. The ideas we can come up with when we sit down to have human conversations are beautiful and uniqueness is etched in every person’s experience. I just love when writing means ‘here is my soul in words’