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I sort of wish I could queue shit on AO3. Because sometimes when you have time to post a thing is not when you actually want to put it up. Or like, scheduling it– that’d be keen. Then I could make sure to update consistently. I’d be able to work ahead, that way, I think, in a way I can’t now. Not because I can’t, but because my brain doesn’t let me. I can’t let go of a chapter until it’s posted, but I don’t want to post it early because then what if I can’t post the next one early too? I’ll have fucked up my schedule for no reason. But I can’t work on the next one to have it done early too before the current one is posted, because I can’t be sure the current one is done until it’s posted.
But sometimes it’s just like– if I put it all together in a spot, and then pushed a button, and then later it went live, I could be surprised and not tense about posting. You know?
Maybe not, I’m not making that much sense. Anyway. Maybe I’ll wait until I’m feeling really needy-of-attention. But let’s be real, that’s all the time.
I have other shit to work on, in the meantime.
My entire life is doing things when I ought to be doing something else. I don’t think I know what to do otherwise. Sometimes I run out of stuff to do and it’s not pretty.
Never really though, I just run out of stuff that I know how to do, and then I have nothing to do while procrastinating. Because there’s always something hanging over my head, I literally don’t know how to be alive without something lurking and waiting for me to breathe deep for a moment before popping a claw out and poking me and reminding me. There’s always something.
There’s always something.
I sort of wish I could queue shit on AO3. Because sometimes when you have time to post a thing is not when you actually want to put it up. Or like, scheduling it– that’d be keen. Then I could make sure to update consistently. I’d be able to work ahead, that way, I think, in a way I can’t now. Not because I can’t, but because my brain doesn’t let me. I can’t let go of a chapter until it’s posted, but I don’t want to post it early because then what if I can’t post the next one early too? I’ll have fucked up my schedule for no reason. But I can’t work on the next one to have it done early too before the current one is posted, because I can’t be sure the current one is done until it’s posted.
But sometimes it’s just like– if I put it all together in a spot, and then pushed a button, and then later it went live, I could be surprised and not tense about posting. You know?
Maybe not, I’m not making that much sense. Anyway. Maybe I’ll wait until I’m feeling really needy-of-attention. But let’s be real, that’s all the time.
I have other shit to work on, in the meantime.
My entire life is doing things when I ought to be doing something else. I don’t think I know what to do otherwise. Sometimes I run out of stuff to do and it’s not pretty.
Never really though, I just run out of stuff that I know how to do, and then I have nothing to do while procrastinating. Because there’s always something hanging over my head, I literally don’t know how to be alive without something lurking and waiting for me to breathe deep for a moment before popping a claw out and poking me and reminding me. There’s always something.
There’s always something.
