on a more productive note, if anyone remembers that I was trying to do a super weird kind-of-sad book about a little fox who finds a dead bird well I’VE NEARLY FINISHED IT
now I need to find out how to publish it
and finish the one about a worm
also maybe do that story about the sassiest peacock from the spg fandom days
yeah I still remember that shit deal with it
Wow.
I am so out of it today. Every time I try to do something it’s just so off I have to stop, and for some reason I feel really nervous and slightly sick.
Uuuugh.
Okay so it’s day two of wrecking my fingers trying to learn how to play guitar (oh my god why do I have such pudgy sensitive baby hands the paaaaiiiin), and I talk to myself when nobody else is in. Call me mad but it’s somehow better than just going insane in silence.
Generally I’m giving myself a good telling off because obviously that’s the healthiest way to get myself to improve.
I just called myself a blithering dolt.
I… I didn’t even know that I could use that phrase and mean it sincerely.
I AM TERRIBLY TERRIBLY EXCITED THAT YOU ARE TERRIBLY TERRIBLY EXCITED BECAUSE OF SOME LAME THING THAT I STARTED WITHOUT ANY IDEA OF WHAT I AM DOING.
DOES THAT EXCITE YOU TOO?
