I be like "omg, i have so much to do" and then go lay down

"This book made me insane" I say as if I was sane before

"Being an AI writer is fucking sad"

You know who I really feel sorry for? People who use AI to write their books.

Writing isn’t just about throwing words on a page, it’s about the struggle, the craft, the late nights staring at a blinking cursor, the thrill of finding the perfect sentence, the frustration of edits that feel endless but make the story stronger. It’s about putting a piece of yourself into something real. AI can’t do that. AI doesn’t have passion, it doesn’t have a voice, it doesn’t pour its heart into a story and hope someone out there understands. And even if you only use a part of it to write your story, just a few words, just a few ideas, just a few small things, it destroys everything that made writing what it was, because the most important thing is the humanity.

If you’re letting a machine do the work for you, you’re not an author, you’re just a bystander. And honestly? That’s kind of sad.

university professors love to create the most fucked up pdf ever known to mankind. it's enrichment for them.

what HAPPENED here

weird thing about writing is that like, even if no one decides to rep me and I don't get published and don't become a bestseller, if not one of those things happen, I've still got the book. I still have the story. It's a thing that you don't have to commit your entire life to but that you never have to give up if you don't want to.

it's just ingrained in my head that I will never stop writing, regardless of whether I'm empirically successful or not, cuz it's not about the success. It's always been about the stories.

Person with migraine aura today: Ow ow ow my head hurts and all I can see is TV static :(

Nineteenth century doctors describing migraine aura with the manic horror of a lovecraftian horror protagonist:

At first it looked just like the spot which you see after having looked at the sun or some bright object; I thought it might be an eyelash in the way, or something of that sort, but I was soon undeceived when it began to increase…

When it was in its height it seemed like a fortified town with bastions all round it, these bastions being coloured most gorgeously... All the interior of the fortification, so to speak, was boiling and rolling about in a most wonderful manner as if it was some thick liquid all alive. (Hubert Airy, 1856)

This is infuriating because every doctor who has ever described migraine auras to me has done such an abysmal job I genuinely thought something else was going on. it took me years to get properly diagnosed.

If someone had shown me THIS!!!!!

literally just the one on the left! exactly that!!!

THE PRINCESS BRIDE 1987, dir. Rob Reiner

its not even 2024 anymore its some other bullshit now

They should invent a not being exhausted

hey sexy. I can tell by the frequency of your blog updates that you are once again avoiding it all

embarrassment has good bones

When everything is embarrassing, that’s a sign that your passion is waking up, and it wants more. Your desire is a tender sprout that wants more water, more sunshine. It wants you to give up on SEEMING happy and in control and to start FEELING joy instead, even when it feels a little too big, even when it makes you cry, even when it forces you to question where you are and why.

Passion and desire and shame and sadness don’t signal that you have to change everything immediately, though. These are sensations that don’t require solutions. Your primary job, in the face of renewed lust for life, is to tolerate the shame of joy.

Because embarrassment is sometimes just a sign that you’ve never lived out in the open before, you’ve never cared more about a feeling than you care about how you’re coming across, you’ve never prioritized happiness over control.

This is why it’s good to take risks that might embarrass you regularly. Because every time you dare to embarrass yourself for the sake of who you are, you’re teaching your body to prioritize joy. You’re teaching yourself to let go of seeming better than the things you love. You’re showing yourself how to feel where you are — to soak in the cool fall air, to breathe in the moon, to love every lopsided moment of your glorious, flawed life.

Shame is a Side Effect of Desire, Heather Havrilesky

I Worried, Mary Oliver

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