When You Finally Realize Why Your Wip Is Going Nowhere:

that halfway stage of oc creation when you're closing in on the design or the personality or both but the other half of the character's still a nebulous concept and they don't even have a name but now they're alive and they demand to be heard. agonizing

What if instead of editing – and hear me out on this one – I lay facedown on the floor and do nothing

my toxic trait is writing first-person protagonists who never describe themselves

anyone else plagued by concepts and scenarios

theres always that moment during the course of enjoying a character where it switches from ”this is my favorite character” to ”i enjoy this character in a mentally ill way”

*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love

This happens daily