I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school.
And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good.
And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways.
Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.
Concept: survival-horror tabletop RPG set in one of those fleshy hell-worlds, except the Flesh Hell Planet is a. basically benevolent, but b. deeply incompetent. Like, it's not one of those "theoretically benevolent but thinks it knows what's good for you better than you do" or "trying to violently assimilate everything because it thinks that being made a part of itself is ontologically good" deals – it really does want to help its human inhabitants, and it's willing to do so on humanity's own terms. The trouble is that it doesn't really get humanity, its capacity for both receptive and expressive communication in ways that individual humans can understand is extremely limited, and also it's just plain not very good at a lot of things, to the extent that even when it does fully understand what's needed it often fucks it up in some bizarre way.
Your furry "Doctor Yiff" posts helped me lose my virginity and I don't know how to feel about that...
Thank you?? I guess??? What's the protocol for this??
What the FUCK are you talking about DUDE
tw: theft, body horror, facial disfigurement
Hee hoo I got your nose!🫰👃
can you posr the video that the. pelican is from
Im gonna make an announcement. Pink Diamond is a bitch ass motherfucker, She ruined my fucking life, thats right, She took her big diamond-ass ego out, and she ruined my FUCKING life, and she said her gem was "thiis big" and i said that's DISGUSTING, so im making a callout post on my twitter dot com, Pink Diamond you got a SMALL gem its the size of this WALNUT except WAY SMALLER and guess what my gem looks like, WHPHHHHHP Thats RIGHT BABY. ALL PINK, NO IMPERFECTIONS, NO BETRAYAL LOOK AT THAT IT LOOKS LIKE TWO BALLS AND A BONG. She RUINED MY LIFE SO GUESS WHAT IM GONNA RUIN BEACH CITY. THATS RIGHT THIS IS WHAT YOU GET,
Except im not gonna RUIN Beach City, im gonna go higher.
im RUINING THE EARTH!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT PINK DIAMOND IM RUINING THE EARTH YOU
YOU HAVE FORTY ONE HOURS BEFORE THE POISON DrRDRDRDROPLETS HITS THE FUCKING EARTH, NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I FUCKING POISON YOU TOO.
My 10 year old self looking out for me
No one:
Dimitri fans, after the time skip: