having a meltdown over what i’m gonna do when i’m not seventeen and songs don’t mention me
im not joking when i say that my friends are everything to me
“There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape.”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Art: Gust of Wind (La Bourrasque) Lucien Lévy-Dhurmer 1896
can you believe that the most human trait there is is art? we didn't start making art because it was needed for our survival or it helped us mate or hunt…. we make art for the sake of making it and for you and other people to enjoy it. this is why I love literature and art museums or just looking through my old sketches and stories…. making art is what it means to be human I think.
"I am nothing but literature, and can and want to be nothing else."
You know. Reading is important. Because I'm like always trying to make every line I write this groundbreaking mindfucking art but like. A book is 90% just saying what happened. "I hugged him around the waist." "The chair was brown and overstuffed." "I woke up alone." Etc etc. Like normal ass lines. I just keep comparing my boring, necessary to set a scene lines, with famous authors' absolute best lines and like.... every line doesn't have to shatter the earth. Sometimes someone just sits in a chair and the lines that wreck you come later, one at a time, here and there. It's alright.
putting my 2022 goals here so i can hold myself accountable to finish them by next year:
create a writing schedule and stick to it
begin and finish draft 1 of Pawn
begin draft 2 of Of Souls and Swords
tell me about your 2022 goals, if you have any!
The “I’d rather have you hate me than lose you forever” trope will always hit hard
You see, the problem with writing is that it is always easier to just lie facedown on the floor and make incoherent noises.