googling shit like “why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends” and all of the answers are either “you need better friends” (i don’t; my friends are wonderful) or “your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels” (i don’t; i’ve got tons of energy, it’s just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it’s like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
I actually, genuinely think social event aftercare would fix me. I need someone to put me to bed and say “you were fun today and no one hated you”
Hello Dr. Tingle, sir. I have a question. Do you ever begin to doubt yourself while writing? I've been writing stuff myself but sometimes get this sadness that makes me think it's not good enough writing. And I'm not sure how to work around that sadness. Do you ever have to? How do you do it? Thank you, I hope your day is as wonderful as you!
as far as a trot of ‘is this part of my book is as effective as it could be?’ or 'is this character working the way i want them to?’ then yes i have doubts about this type of thing while building stories. i think that is essentially was the CRAFT of art is
but as far as a broader existential sort of 'i doubt myself as an artist’ then no, absolutely not. i am the worlds greatest author. this is not a joke and it is not something i kinda think maybe could be true or i am pretty sure about, this is something i know with absolute certainty.
ART and creation are not objective, they are subjective. i AM the worlds greatest author and guess what bud, SO ARE YOU. the hurdle we must all overcome as creators is not talent, it is the hurdle of UNDERSTANDING. we already are all the worlds greatest authors, and everything else that claims we are not is a distraction
ignore the bog of hands reaching out to pull you down into this feeling of worthlessness, they are fake. they are an illusion. the only truth is that we are ALL the greatest, and the real journey is simply an internal one where we finally arrive at knowing this
In a last ditch attempt to save your people, you offer your life to an ancient god of war and blood. Unfortunately, your translation of the ancient text was a bit off. You’re married now.
She’s also publicly stated that she believes that anyone who reads her books or watches her shows and films does so because they explicitly agree with her political views.
There’s no “agree to disagree” with her work. Every time you pick up her work or talk about it you are saying to her “I agree with you Joanne” whether you like it or not.
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