(no subject)
Dear Autopilot Writer Persona,
I can't decide if I love you or hate you.
Yes, you manage to capture the most elusive of my muses and pen them down. Yes, you manage to do so with really good word usage, grammar, and really neat handwriting. You can throw raw emotions into your works. Yes, you are capable of writing epics in a short amount of time, and still whispering softly and seductively at the back of my mind that this five page short story is nothing more than an outline. You've taken over and given me some of my best works. And I love you for that. I mean five to six pages and 3/4th of the whole of "The Ghost In The Playhouse"? It's something I've been trying to pen down for nearly a year. And you took over and, in a short span of four hours you gave me that plus the semi-outline for another completely different short introspective story. How could I not love you for that?
But for the love of any God willing to listen, will you please try and come around sometime during 11-6? As in 11am to 6pm. Not 11pm to 6am. Especially when I finally manage to get my sleep cycle back on track, and you know messing with it for a day with throw me off kilter for a week, if not more, along with my diet as well. Not to mention that my wrist, which was already hurting like a bitch, is absolutely sore now. I'm groggy, my head, back, wrists all ache for sitting up in one uncomfy position all night. And I still have to fucking type out everything you've written because you hate using a computer, and prefer pen-and-paper, damnit.
Not sure whether I want to hug you, or strangle you to death in rage,
Me
To make matters worse, tea and chocolate, both don't seem to be working well on me today. Whoopte-freaking-doo.
P.S.: Thank you SOTS for deleting all my characters. I hate you!
I can't decide if I love you or hate you.
Yes, you manage to capture the most elusive of my muses and pen them down. Yes, you manage to do so with really good word usage, grammar, and really neat handwriting. You can throw raw emotions into your works. Yes, you are capable of writing epics in a short amount of time, and still whispering softly and seductively at the back of my mind that this five page short story is nothing more than an outline. You've taken over and given me some of my best works. And I love you for that. I mean five to six pages and 3/4th of the whole of "The Ghost In The Playhouse"? It's something I've been trying to pen down for nearly a year. And you took over and, in a short span of four hours you gave me that plus the semi-outline for another completely different short introspective story. How could I not love you for that?
But for the love of any God willing to listen, will you please try and come around sometime during 11-6? As in 11am to 6pm. Not 11pm to 6am. Especially when I finally manage to get my sleep cycle back on track, and you know messing with it for a day with throw me off kilter for a week, if not more, along with my diet as well. Not to mention that my wrist, which was already hurting like a bitch, is absolutely sore now. I'm groggy, my head, back, wrists all ache for sitting up in one uncomfy position all night. And I still have to fucking type out everything you've written because you hate using a computer, and prefer pen-and-paper, damnit.
Not sure whether I want to hug you, or strangle you to death in rage,
Me
To make matters worse, tea and chocolate, both don't seem to be working well on me today. Whoopte-freaking-doo.
P.S.: Thank you SOTS for deleting all my characters. I hate you!