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for the last two weeks or more i have been pecking pecking pecking away at my zillion WIPs and adding a word, taking away a word, adding a word, taking away a word, and never ever ever ever finishing enough for an update ever, ever, and it’s the most sisyphean-feeling thing, nothing is going anywhere, nothing is exciting, there’s no purpose to any of it. BUT i think I finished a chapter in Sled Dog Guy, maybe, but I have to decide if I’m going to cut to the sequel for a POV change or what, and i need to revise it a little, but okay, I’m getting there I think, and also I think I’m getting there with the Kes/Leia epilogue bit, maybe, which I was working on in christ, November? december? i was well into it before the tragic passing of ms fisher herself, i can tell you that, and i wanted to get it out as a tribute, and that never happened so, but anyway. ugh.
incremental, like filling buckets with teaspoons, like that post about filling lakes from the ocean in your head, however that went. Ugh.
why would anyone choose this as a hobby. do you know how satisfying it is to bake things for fun. take up baking, children. do not take up writing. it is a foolish thing to do, writing is.
*lies down on the floor*
I’d post excerpts but I’m sure I’ve posted literally every good scrap as excerpts already, even the shit I just fucking wrote, because it’s been so long a dry spell my desperation for attention has led me to excerpt-post through time to do this. I’m absolutely certain, if only I were organized enough, I could just forgo writing entirely and assemble all my chapter updates by combing through my excerpt posts to see the future.
for the last two weeks or more i have been pecking pecking pecking away at my zillion WIPs and adding a word, taking away a word, adding a word, taking away a word, and never ever ever ever finishing enough for an update ever, ever, and it’s the most sisyphean-feeling thing, nothing is going anywhere, nothing is exciting, there’s no purpose to any of it. BUT i think I finished a chapter in Sled Dog Guy, maybe, but I have to decide if I’m going to cut to the sequel for a POV change or what, and i need to revise it a little, but okay, I’m getting there I think, and also I think I’m getting there with the Kes/Leia epilogue bit, maybe, which I was working on in christ, November? december? i was well into it before the tragic passing of ms fisher herself, i can tell you that, and i wanted to get it out as a tribute, and that never happened so, but anyway. ugh.
incremental, like filling buckets with teaspoons, like that post about filling lakes from the ocean in your head, however that went. Ugh.
why would anyone choose this as a hobby. do you know how satisfying it is to bake things for fun. take up baking, children. do not take up writing. it is a foolish thing to do, writing is.
*lies down on the floor*
I’d post excerpts but I’m sure I’ve posted literally every good scrap as excerpts already, even the shit I just fucking wrote, because it’s been so long a dry spell my desperation for attention has led me to excerpt-post through time to do this. I’m absolutely certain, if only I were organized enough, I could just forgo writing entirely and assemble all my chapter updates by combing through my excerpt posts to see the future.
