Ahh nostalgia....
So I was reading my old stories... Wow... Just... Wow... Not the good kind of wow either. I suppose I should just be grateful that I have proper grammer... Mostly.
Actually I feel like my writing is kind of becoming more bland. At some points, Bicycles Suck was a lot more interesting than Working Habits. Well, I'm working on it. Geez, that's a downer.
I was reading My Happy Ending. Wow, stuff some cotton candy down my throat why don't you? It wasn't bad. Not a bad read at all actually. It still flows rather well. Just, my god, the fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF. I mean, it's like I was trying to just choke myself with a pillow. Too fluffy for my taste which I find to be terribly ironic since I wrote it. Either I didn't realize the extent of fluffiness or my tolerance for fluff has gone down. Not sure which.
Bicycles Suck... Eww... Oh geez, when there are "creepy stalker boxes," you know it's bad. Also ones that talk. Honestly, it doesn't make sense, and I'm glad I never finished. A failed project that I will not bring up again. Though I admit, some of the lines I wrote made me giggle. But you can totally tell a fourteen year old wrote that story. I like to blame my lack of skill on age!
I didn't check out my other stories. I've read them at different times before, and I always have mixed reviews. I suppose I'm always a little concerned. I write stories with the intention that they be the best thing anyone has ever read. When I read them a week later, they're pathetic. I would really like a balance in my own opinion. Also I really am afraid that my writing is blander. I just... I don't know.... It's harder than it used to be even with projects I'm really excited about. There was something in Bicycles Suck and My Happy Ending. Like a flavor or a texture. There was something there. With my KHR fic, I feel like something is just sitting on my tongue. An amorphous blob. Like oatmeal. No one likes to eat oatmeal (well actually I do). I don't really know. Maybe I should get some brown sugar or syrup.