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oh no i am having one of those mornings where i regret not being more serious about my craft
because honestly when was the last time i truly considered my use of language; i have always been sloppy, have never had a gift for economy of words
and then I try to write things and convince myself it all is futile
This is most inconvenient, but, on the other hand, I had other shit to do this weekend, so maybe it just means I can peel myself off the keyboard and get some shit done.
I’m not fishing for reassurance or anything, I mean seriously, who even gives a fuck about craft, and come on it’s not like I could have worked harder at it than I do, I have averaged over a million words per year since the mid-90s, like– under no one’s criteria have I not worked hard enough. Obviously I’ve just come off a really insanely intense productive phase and I need to step back for like, a second.
But why can’t my brain ask me nicely?
That’s a stupid question, I guess.
(I should have seen this coming when my brain started demanding hair-petting fics and refusing to let me just write one. I started, don’t worry. I’ll come back to it.)
oh no i am having one of those mornings where i regret not being more serious about my craft
because honestly when was the last time i truly considered my use of language; i have always been sloppy, have never had a gift for economy of words
and then I try to write things and convince myself it all is futile
This is most inconvenient, but, on the other hand, I had other shit to do this weekend, so maybe it just means I can peel myself off the keyboard and get some shit done.
I’m not fishing for reassurance or anything, I mean seriously, who even gives a fuck about craft, and come on it’s not like I could have worked harder at it than I do, I have averaged over a million words per year since the mid-90s, like– under no one’s criteria have I not worked hard enough. Obviously I’ve just come off a really insanely intense productive phase and I need to step back for like, a second.
But why can’t my brain ask me nicely?
That’s a stupid question, I guess.
(I should have seen this coming when my brain started demanding hair-petting fics and refusing to let me just write one. I started, don’t worry. I’ll come back to it.)
