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So right now I should be:
-Writing my NaNoWriMo.
As painfully iterated to someone earlier, I'm stuck on word thirteen. It sucks. It's like a crude substitute of boredom fashioned from writer's block and voluntary foregoing of other, absolutely entertaining, things I could be attempting. So it's like boredom without the boredom. And here I am blogging. Staring out the blinded window at a warped coat hanger. Feeling guilty about doing nothing today, being who I am. Coercing the self into believing that everything I write is super-permanent and cannot be reversed; hence I shouldn't be writing until it's absolutely perfect and November 29th or so.
If one couldn't surmise, I really hate it. And that's it.
-Writing my NaNoWriMo.
As painfully iterated to someone earlier, I'm stuck on word thirteen. It sucks. It's like a crude substitute of boredom fashioned from writer's block and voluntary foregoing of other, absolutely entertaining, things I could be attempting. So it's like boredom without the boredom. And here I am blogging. Staring out the blinded window at a warped coat hanger. Feeling guilty about doing nothing today, being who I am. Coercing the self into believing that everything I write is super-permanent and cannot be reversed; hence I shouldn't be writing until it's absolutely perfect and November 29th or so.
If one couldn't surmise, I really hate it. And that's it.