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Tricksy fingersy

I have made the wise decision to write a blog post while my nails are wet. I just painted them black, cause I’m cool, and I thought what better a thing to do than to write a blog post!

I just noticed this paragraphs look smaller than usual, why is that. What you do, format gods?

If you can’t tell already, I have no idea what to write about. I just want to write again. Is enjoying writing the same as being in love with your own voice? You know when someone talks a lot and people go “tsk tsk, in love with their own voice that one” Well is writing the same? “In love with their own head voices that one, pfft.”

Huh, maybe?

I should really be writing some fiction, but I suck at that at the moment. I can’t describe shit. I can’t create. I can’t imagine. I know, don’t say I can’t but I seriously can’t. It’s just white noise.

Just brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I mean, vsssssssssssssssssss. Yes, vssssssss, that’s how white noise words.

I’m almost caught up with posting my fantasy over at royal road though, so I need to write soon! I know they say to just sit down and write but what if it’s really bad?

Would you continue building a wall with crumbling bricks and partially hardened cement? I feel like you need to at least have some part of your soul on the read when you go to write. You can’t go in like stodgy porridge and expect anything substantial. I know, then you edit. But I don’t want to edit shit. You can’t polish a turd or whatever it is.

I dunno, maybe I’m making excuses. But, I’ve been writing for twenty years and I think I know myself well enough to know something is too quiet.

*knocks on head*

mm, definitely some hollow rubbish going on in there.

If my spelling is awful by the way it’s because I’m just rambling away and I’m writing this straight up on wordpress where there is no spellcheck.

Oh well.

Anyway, there. I wrote something. With nails fourteen-year-old me would be proud of.

Hope you’re all writing and getting that good stuff down.

Arbie X