30s/white/tired/coyote/&
Words are my favorite stim toy
'I don't know if my writing is worth other people's time' my dear you are a leaky bag of undercooked soup with the bones left in, that you can make other people think and feel and see things just by arranging squiggles on a screen is a miracle beyond the imagination of any conceivable demiurge, you deserve to write the thing
yeah, sure, I agree in the case of everyone else
but I'm trash and don't deserve anything
MIZ MY DEAR YOU WERE FOREMOST ON MY LIST OF PEOPLE TO WHOM THIS POST IS ADDRESSED.
YOU ARE A LEAKY BAG OF UNDERCOOKED SOUP WITH THE BONES LEFT IN, THAT YOU CAN MAKE ME THINK AND FEEL AND SEE THINGS JUST BY ARRANGING SQUIGGLES ON A SCREEN IS ONE OF THE BRIGHT POINTS OF MY DAY AND I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR NEXT VENTURE WHENEVER YOU FEEL ABLE
Wearily laughing at the mental image of Basically All The Writers doing an "I'm Spartacus!" routine to the theme of "No, I'm uniquely worthless!"
one benefit of having had a taste of the Arrogant Rich Kid upbringing is that I can at least a little bit resist doing this myself
(unlike many writers far better than me, of course...)
Don't make me shout at you for that parenthetical, Eat, I'm sleepy
No but see, my combination of absolutely garbage Broken Brain and [REDACTED TRAGIC BACKSTORY] means that obviously, I am the real trashbag that should have been burned ages ago.
anyway, ignore me, the Bad Brain Chemicals are being Really Fucking Bad again this weekend
I will gently cradle whatever's left afterwards and earworm it with "bag of soup" to the tune of Baby Shark
But you're gonna have to do it to a maddening refrain of "doo doo doo doo doo" so really, who wins
Did I stutter? You deserve to write the thing (or draw it, or sing it, or sculpt it, or whatever it is that you want to make) <3
