@ the god of mischief.
We can all take a Loki lesson sometimes, that brooding and pouting and planning the deaths of everyone around us is restorative.
-
I need to just sit down, crack my knuckles, and fucking WRITE.
I have a stupid amount of anxiety about not doing a good job, or getting stuck, or failing to express things properly.
But then every time I reread something that I never finished, I just feel like I'm reading a book and get MAD at myself for not continuing when I was doing great.
We'll see about tomorrow. Maybe I'll just say fuck it and blaze, and clean it up later before anxiety has time to stop me completely.