I greatly dislike editing my own writing.
Sometimes it is okay, and sometimes I get into that head space where I over-think every single verb and punctuation mark, every adjective and pronoun.
Which sucks, let me tell you.
Dear Brain,
Just stop.
Thank you kindly,
Me
Also, Mom took out a chunk of her finger at work today. :( Not a huge chunk, but still. Don't let anyone tell you being a florist isn't a dangerous job.
ETA: Began another fic. Guess how it starts? SOMEONE IS UP AGAINST A WALL. Hello, my good friend predictability. ;)
Sometimes it is okay, and sometimes I get into that head space where I over-think every single verb and punctuation mark, every adjective and pronoun.
Which sucks, let me tell you.
Dear Brain,
Just stop.
Thank you kindly,
Me
Also, Mom took out a chunk of her finger at work today. :( Not a huge chunk, but still. Don't let anyone tell you being a florist isn't a dangerous job.
ETA: Began another fic. Guess how it starts? SOMEONE IS UP AGAINST A WALL. Hello, my good friend predictability. ;)