i want to run away…but like in ghibli movie. like i take a block of cheese a loaf of bread and some apples and wander through the flower-specked mountains wrapped up in a shawl and i happen to wander into a moving castle and fall in love with a cute wizard
me (deep in the woods, dragging dufflebag of Kraft Singles™
like didnt Iconic Liberal Philosopher john green say something once about how “cancer isnt the bad guy, cancer is just trying to survive and its competing for resources with you” like thats a fundamental misunderstanding of what cancer even fucking IS you pseudointellectual douche……. GOD!!!!! FUCK LIBERALS
I wanted to get all mad and ranty about the difference between an author saying something as themselves and an author writing dialog as a character in fictional narrative, but then Aaron was like “just… don’t…” and I just
THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT IT’S A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE. IT’s A LITERARY THING. IT’S NOT …
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. …. … ..
oh right I’m not supposed to waste my time on this fffffffffff
Heading out to a writing workshop for the weekend, and I’ll have very limited access to the internet from Friday-Monday! Got all of my stuff taken care of for work, got my manuscript stuff printed and packed away in my magical peacock box (with tiny business card-holding peacock book, extra reading glasses, and writing muse Theo hamster), the last load of laundry’s in the dryer, and… yeah! Totally stoked.
Maybe I should pick out a pack of tarot cards to throw in there, too, though… that might help if I get stumped during revisions. HMM!
