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This is just me angst-ing so don't pay too much attention to it.
Okay so BBB drafts and summaries are due this weekend and mine are both all neat and tidy, right? I'm sorely tempted to back out of posting, though. I'm not too sure what I'm so afraid of... maybe it's a writing version of my social anxiety? Whatever. I don't want it to suck. I've read some BBBs so far and they're so amazing- mine doesn't really compare. It reads like fanfic instead of a story at some parts... I guess the only way to fix that is to go through the parts that are fanfic-ish as opposed to story-ish and fix them... I might end up compromising what little merit the story has, though and then it wouldn't be worth reading at all.
I don't know... things have been altogether anxiety-inducing over the last few days and I don't want to do anything ever again. I just want to hide in my room (which is now clean) and drink tea and avoid putting myself out into the world in any way... Someone wanna give me a pep talk to hold me over until I can see my therapist? (Note: the therapist is for the anxiety, not the author bullshit. I thought I might need to clarify that.)
I'm going to quit with this now because my hands are being assholes and causing me pain.
(Thanks a lot, tendinitis. Kindly go fuck yourself.)
Okay so BBB drafts and summaries are due this weekend and mine are both all neat and tidy, right? I'm sorely tempted to back out of posting, though. I'm not too sure what I'm so afraid of... maybe it's a writing version of my social anxiety? Whatever. I don't want it to suck. I've read some BBBs so far and they're so amazing- mine doesn't really compare. It reads like fanfic instead of a story at some parts... I guess the only way to fix that is to go through the parts that are fanfic-ish as opposed to story-ish and fix them... I might end up compromising what little merit the story has, though and then it wouldn't be worth reading at all.
I don't know... things have been altogether anxiety-inducing over the last few days and I don't want to do anything ever again. I just want to hide in my room (which is now clean) and drink tea and avoid putting myself out into the world in any way... Someone wanna give me a pep talk to hold me over until I can see my therapist? (Note: the therapist is for the anxiety, not the author bullshit. I thought I might need to clarify that.)
I'm going to quit with this now because my hands are being assholes and causing me pain.
(Thanks a lot, tendinitis. Kindly go fuck yourself.)