Why am I still here.

Throwback thursday to when I was like 12 and I was putting out new writing DAILY...... Like entire Chapters of my then-current wips just, over an afternoon. What the fuck was I on

I drew 14 pictures during the day, and wrote 32 pages a night. Now I can’t do shit.

A huge part of this is because you've gotten better! And now, when you're drawing/writing/doing whatever creative task, you're not just mindlessly throwing thoughts at your paper, you're thinking as you do it. Children can churn out a lot more work because it's not yet refined, but when you're older and have more practice, you work with all these thoughts running through your head about form and shape, color palettes or word choice. Now, you're making a dozen decisions with every moment of work, and you're also questioning the decisions you've just made, wondering if you can do it better. Don't beat yourself up about producing less work now than you did back then, because every sentence or shape involves a lot more effort for you now, than it did when you were ten and brand new to this hobby.

Also you have a job now and the never-ending bullshit that is laundry and dishes and feeding yourself.

my main goal

is to blow up

and then act like i don’t know nobody

Whenever I see the popular phrase "not all who wander are lost" used for water bottles or artsy bumper stickers on Jeeps and credited to an ""anonymous"" author I get so annoyed. Like, excuse me, that line was written by famed hobbit poet and historian Bilbo Baggins, from his poem about Aragorn son of Arathorn, the long awaited Heir of Isildur, who is destined to restore order to the race of Men return glory to the White City of Minas Tirith. We know exactly who wrote this quote, nothing "anonymous" about it.