I am not going to procrastinate today. I wrote 5 pages yesterday. I will double that today. I have my face on, laundry going, headphones on, took my adderall, I will knock this chapter out today. And if I can't for any reason, I will redirect myself to my outline and just start another.
You know some ex's are fun or funny to write about... Maybe it's who I was during the time where I was involved with the both of them, but really, not much fun rehashing that shit actually. I thought the one would be easier that the other. Fuck fake cancer scarred me for life. But I think in the thick of it. they both did. They both had massive damage points. Regardless, I can't write a first person narrative non-fiction without those chapters. I need those chapters... it's part of the story. I really do hate fake cancer though. I should be bigger but really I'm not.
Paramore in background. I can bitch rock out to this shit. I have to get a hold of Bobby to see if we're still going out tonight. And I need to reschedule with River. hopefully if we decide to go goth out tonight I can convince her to meet me there instead. I need to get out more. I be in my feels way too much on my own, and not having other adults to have deep intellectual conversation leaves my brain to fuck with it's own matter.
Still favorite fun fact... Your brain named itself. Also I need to get a hold of the physicist to make our brain candy for other dimensions. I need that vacation. I need to think about the giant picture instead of the box right in front of me I think it will most certainly help my writing anyways. Like immensely.
The scope of the entire atmosphere instead of small world small problems.
You know some ex's are fun or funny to write about... Maybe it's who I was during the time where I was involved with the both of them, but really, not much fun rehashing that shit actually. I thought the one would be easier that the other. Fuck fake cancer scarred me for life. But I think in the thick of it. they both did. They both had massive damage points. Regardless, I can't write a first person narrative non-fiction without those chapters. I need those chapters... it's part of the story. I really do hate fake cancer though. I should be bigger but really I'm not.
Paramore in background. I can bitch rock out to this shit. I have to get a hold of Bobby to see if we're still going out tonight. And I need to reschedule with River. hopefully if we decide to go goth out tonight I can convince her to meet me there instead. I need to get out more. I be in my feels way too much on my own, and not having other adults to have deep intellectual conversation leaves my brain to fuck with it's own matter.
Still favorite fun fact... Your brain named itself. Also I need to get a hold of the physicist to make our brain candy for other dimensions. I need that vacation. I need to think about the giant picture instead of the box right in front of me I think it will most certainly help my writing anyways. Like immensely.
The scope of the entire atmosphere instead of small world small problems.
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