I have friends who have similar problems and that I can relate to, but I never want to contact them to vent because I don’t want to drag them down.
I have been so goddamn unmotivated to write recently that it’s terrifying. Each day that I don’t write anything meaningful I can just feel my ability trickling away. It’s a slow drip. It’s a slow, poisonous drip.
"MAN THIS STORY I’M WRITING IS GONNA BE SO GOOD I’M SO PUMPED"
"I CAN’T WAIT TO DEVELOP THE SHIT OUT OF THESE CHARACTERS"
"HOT DAMN THAT ONE SCENE NEAR THE MIDDLE IS GONNA BE BITCHIN’"
"THIS PLOT TWIST IS THE SINGLE BEST IDEA I’VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE"
~one hour later~
One hour later? I’m more like six years later.
NOT FIVE SECONDS AFTER POSTING SOMETHING UNDER #NSFW
GODDAMN YOU PORN BLOGS ARE ON TOP OF IT
when people who know I can’t draw ask me to draw
so nice you reblogged it FIVE FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
*txts back 20 days later & picks up the conversation where we left off as if no time has passed and without an excuse*