On one hand, I want to figure out how much I've improved since I've started writing four years ago, but going back to read my old stories (or god forbid the fanfic I wrote) would give me a cringe-induced heart attack.
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Most of the time I just really want to stay in bed all day and skirt on my responsibilities.
I simultaneously work well and terribly while on pressure—it's a coin toss as to which, or if both. But what I do hate is getting rushed through things when I have plenty of time to do work.
Light Mode isn't so bad.
A bird landed at the edge of my window sill. I haven't moved from my bed for the past fifteen minutes for fear of scaring it away. It just keeps chirping.
Have about 12 chapters in my backlog. Maybe I'll try going for 100 before I start posting.
Why do bathrooms have such good acoustics? Even my cringey voice sounds halfway to an opera when inside.
Sometimes I like to feed chapters into ChatGPT and its estranged siblings and am always surprised at the stuff it manages to find from my pantsing—most of it I never even intended.
The fingers of a dentist and his nurse + their dental instruments are probably the most I'll ever have in my mouth ever.
Ello! Welcome to SHF! ?
I'm gonna moo in your profile I am.
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