Middle of scene, stops writing to ponder question: what do raw potatoes smell like?
*stuffs nose in bag of potatoes.*
Answer: Nothing. Absolutely, fucking nothing.
Fuck you, potatoes.
#WriterStruggles
I’m writing a thing (the kind that may require a pen name) and my analytical brain is “you can’t do that, it’s stupid” and my writing brain is “shut up, it works, go with it”.
Guess which is winning?
Hey there stranger
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