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Writing is like a sport except I'm playing against myself.
Anyone else has a brain that's giving them story idea after story idea, but none of them click? The hyperfixation isn't hyperfixating.
Me misspelling a word and deciding to keep it misspelled: no no no, it's a character trait now.
Y'all, imagine how incredible it would be to be both a writer AND a necromancer. You can just telepathically write your books. And not just that! Imagine the efficiency!
Skeleton number one, write this cool plot I have in my head! Skeleton number two, make a tumblr post about how cool it is to be both a writer AND a necromancer!
Imagine, if you will, a world where you have a little creature to write your books for you. The creature in my head coming up with ideas is not enough. I need MORE. MORE CREATURES!
Anyone else just liked to write fancy words for fun?
This is in one of my fanfics. "It's all a fleeting, effervescent blip in a desultory cosmic scheme of a frilly amphibious deity."
Is this the consequence of being a writer?