This *headdesk* is brought to you by all the conversations that are useless. You know the ones. They’re the kind that start off with you getting yelled at for not doing things you actually did, and you trying to be reasonable, but ending up just spewing out hurtful truths that won’t do any good. What you say: What they hear: What you say against your better judgement: What...
So many worlds…so many possibilities…
What’s that sound, you say? The sound of endless snickering.
Just a little public service announcement...
That awkward moment...
…when you’re alone in the car, singing a ridiculous song at the top of your lungs at a red light …and you realize that not only is your window down, but so is the window of the car next to you. In your head: To the other person laughing at you:
why you shouldn't write in public
The faces you make/things you say out loud when you write. When you get an idea for a really creepy scene: When you finally figure out a solution to a problematic scene: When you get a sudden epiphany: When a character does something completely unexpected: When a character randomly does something both unexpected and upsetting: None of these things make you look well-adjusted and/or...
The problem with being a "hobby" writer...
…(as in, one who does not write professionally) is the time spent at your “real” job. Even if you enjoy it, most of the work day’s just a blur of until you get home to write.
(Source: TGIF by icekomo)
I guess it’s good that mine give me nightmares then.
THIS. Absolutely. (Source: stephen-king-confessions)