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I've been having a bad case of insomnia lately, so that could partly explain why I feel kinda Internet-reclusive. Well, aside from reading Cracked.com articles and catching up with AVGN and Nostalgia Critic. Nothing's been really inspiring me lately, so I felt like some kinda walking blank slate that's bored with everything. It's like even my music isn't exciting me much. It sucks. D: I just... feel so incredibly burnt out. That, or tired. With undertones of stress. My brain's telling me to write again, and I know I miss it. My muse refuses to touch the N/Touko kink meme fill though, leaning more towards Howl aka The Novel. Which leads to me opening my notebook and proceeding to criticize every little thing about my writing.
Me: Okay, our heroes are out to get a brochure of the museum so they can get a map and know where to go next.
Mind: What does the main hallway of the museum look like? Holy crap, you've never been in a toy museum, have you? How are the rooms organized? What the hell would be in the main hallway? Are you certain it'd be empty? 'Cause there could be random toys running around that live IN the main hallway. How big is it? You don't want it TOO big, since it's more like an "organized attic" but you don't want it TOO little 'cause then it'd be easy to explore the damn place and your characters will look like wimps. Speaking of characters, are they pulling their weight? Andy's a non-action hero, and there's realism to consider, but there's a difference between making an occasional slip-up to being useless and someone who doesn't really do anything and just being annoying. Oh yeah, um, the main hallway, you can't even make your mind up what it looks like, does it? There's a model ferris wheel... wait, why would it not be moving? Of course it might move. Of course there might be smaller toys riding it, but then it wouldn't quite be isolated would it...
Me: ...brb calling it a day.
This inner critic is impeding my writing, I swear to god. :/
So... sorry I've been quiet, flist. I just haven't had much to talk about lately. :(
And for the millionth time, Mom drives Dad out of the house screaming by constantly talking. No, it's not an exaggeration. They do this everyday lately and it's... dghfjdg gah.
Me: Okay, our heroes are out to get a brochure of the museum so they can get a map and know where to go next.
Mind: What does the main hallway of the museum look like? Holy crap, you've never been in a toy museum, have you? How are the rooms organized? What the hell would be in the main hallway? Are you certain it'd be empty? 'Cause there could be random toys running around that live IN the main hallway. How big is it? You don't want it TOO big, since it's more like an "organized attic" but you don't want it TOO little 'cause then it'd be easy to explore the damn place and your characters will look like wimps. Speaking of characters, are they pulling their weight? Andy's a non-action hero, and there's realism to consider, but there's a difference between making an occasional slip-up to being useless and someone who doesn't really do anything and just being annoying. Oh yeah, um, the main hallway, you can't even make your mind up what it looks like, does it? There's a model ferris wheel... wait, why would it not be moving? Of course it might move. Of course there might be smaller toys riding it, but then it wouldn't quite be isolated would it...
Me: ...brb calling it a day.
This inner critic is impeding my writing, I swear to god. :/
So... sorry I've been quiet, flist. I just haven't had much to talk about lately. :(
And for the millionth time, Mom drives Dad out of the house screaming by constantly talking. No, it's not an exaggeration. They do this everyday lately and it's... dghfjdg gah.