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summer's almost done for me. There's... five days left, I think, and I hate it. Obviously. UGH why can't I just lie down here and do nothing.
things i actually accomplished this summer:
-wrote a tiny fic for a footballkink2 that i'll post someday. someday.
-bought a huge box of crayons! this counts, right?
-i have this immense plot bunny and i have 2000 words of it on my cellphone and that's just the fucking outline. I haven't even started typing it down in a word doc. i mean, i know the actual story isn't going to be very long anyway, but. it's like I'm obsessed with everything about it. I'm outlining the character's motives and their history with each other and I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING ANYMORE. I DREW STUFF.
-ugh summer.
also, it's 42 degrees celsius out here. okay.
things i actually accomplished this summer:
-wrote a tiny fic for a footballkink2 that i'll post someday. someday.
-bought a huge box of crayons! this counts, right?
-i have this immense plot bunny and i have 2000 words of it on my cellphone and that's just the fucking outline. I haven't even started typing it down in a word doc. i mean, i know the actual story isn't going to be very long anyway, but. it's like I'm obsessed with everything about it. I'm outlining the character's motives and their history with each other and I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING ANYMORE. I DREW STUFF.
-ugh summer.
also, it's 42 degrees celsius out here. okay.