Being a WriterOn Why Being a Writer is Neither Glamorous nor ExcitingBeing a Writer by ML-Larson
If you watch the blogs and various sites around the internet about writing, you've probably seen at least one list that details a few universal truths about writers, but they all pretty much boil down to several actual truths.
All writers write.
All writers procrastinate.
Writers don't actually write, because we spend all our time doing something else.
This probably explains why, in the dark hours of one of the very last days of NaNoWriMo, I'm sitting here writing this, when my NaNo is sitting in another window with a pathetic 31.8k words.
Will I finish by 11:59pm tomorrow? Probably not. Do I care? Not particularly, although I'm sure that there's probably some part of my brain, which has been hardwired in a certain way that will start seriously freaking out sometime around 5:00pm tomorrow night.
Why am I so far behind, you ask? Simple. I told myself that I was not going to do NaNo this year. I haven't written anything since Februa
"The windows of my soul I throw|
Wide open to the sun."
you can call me madis. i am a christian. i write and draw; i review tea. i’m an english major, bible/theo minor. i have a fledgling music vlog that may turn into a book review vlog if i ever get around to it. i read a lot. a lot a lot. used bookstores are my weak spot. also goodwill, goodwill’s lovely.
i follow some pretty cool cats, so check them out, yes? yes. glad we have that sorted.
i tend to awkwardly liveblog and splatter feelings all over the place.* you have been warned in advance. i take no responsibility for spoilers. if there are spoilers in the post, i will tag it “spoilers.”
in discworld, my favorite character is DEATH. i feel as if this is relevant. i ship river and the doctor. otp 5evar right there. if i was a shoe, i’d like to think i would be a pair of nice, shiny oxfords. what i actually am are those cracked leather boots you’ve had for ages and that you can’t throw away because they’re so comfortable. so there’s that.
if there was magic in the world, it’d be in the poetry.
so that’s me.