I Just Wiped A Character Completely Out Of Existence Because I’m A Cruel God

“I’m writing,” I say as I pace around my room listening to the same song for the 19th time, daydreaming about the general *vibe* of my story.

why do i write? to inflict pain. on who? myself.

Reading a book: “Ah, yes, brilliant. That totally makes sense. How clever!”

Attempting to write a book: “I am a complete and utter fraud. Who gave me permission to wield words? Someone revoke my keyboard.”

~(°^°)~

After spending a month editing: I'm DONE. FREE. The shackles hath been broken. My story is the best it's gonna get, I have no more energy to continue.

Me in the shower 5 min later: But what IF I changed that one sentence in chapter 9...

Current book: 50% done, struggling.

New book idea: shiny, exciting, begging to be written.

Result: 27 unfinished drafts and a deep, personal crisis.

Do you ever just consume something that makes you go "oh god I need this vibe all over my story" "I need to inject this aesthetic into my book" "I need this thing to stick itself right in the plot holes and defile my writing"

Look me in the eye and tell me writing is easy. Look me in fucking eye and tell me writing isn’t the most Sisyphean self-assigned task known to man short of rolling a boulder up a hill for all eternity.

I wish all my writers a happy new year. May all your stories finally be written, sentences be completed, emotions be evoked with beautifully crafted words, readers be moved to tears, the urge to create be satisfied.