Look upon it and weep. See how dumb I'm being? See this self-sabotage, this shooting myself in the foot? Writing multiple brilliant chapters ahead of myself like an absolute jackass.
Behold, my albatross:
Chapter Title Completed? Word Count Left to Write Words Done Posted
Trust that I continue banging my head, dick, and other useless appendages against the keyboard. It's happening. I'm just the absolute master of freaking myself out every so often, jumping to read the snippets I've written ahead of myself, realizing how good they are, and proceeding to drink until I forget I'm afraid to write like that.
Rhetorician, psyched out,
sordid