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May. 16th, 2009 12:35 pmI don't know why I'm only owning up to this now but writing -- the thought/the act itself -- is scaring me shitless.
Cause: Around 2.30am, finished reading a damn good series of fanfic. Hated the characters yet sympathised, all the while envying like mad the way the author skillfully built them up and tore them down to expose their freaky little lives.
Result: Type. Delete. Type. Pause. Delete. If I were doing it longhand there would be deep slashes in the pages where I've twisted the pen into my words and destroyed their existence.
Cause: Around 2.30am, finished reading a damn good series of fanfic. Hated the characters yet sympathised, all the while envying like mad the way the author skillfully built them up and tore them down to expose their freaky little lives.
Result: Type. Delete. Type. Pause. Delete. If I were doing it longhand there would be deep slashes in the pages where I've twisted the pen into my words and destroyed their existence.
