I feel like when you’re writing, organizing chapters and dialogue is easy
but jfc, the amount of time it takes to constantly keep people moving and make sure they’re in the right spaces and trying to come up with wording for it is always such a shock.
Like, fuck, I made you pick up a coffee cup, you need to put it down at some point. also I can’t remember what I dressed you in, can you push up your sleeves? I don’t remember if you even have your shirt on.
and YOU. YOU OVER THERE, you got out of your chair earlier, but did you come back yet? Are you coming back? Where did you even go and why’d you get up? Fuck, I can’t make you sit down again already, you just stood up, go…over there. go get more coffee. Did you bring your mug with you? fine. bring the pot to the table and—wait, wasn’t the coffee pot already over here? shit, hold on, I need to go back and re-read and re-write
Javisst, sådär är det! Jag brukar tänka att detta att få folk att GÅ GENOM ETT RUM kan vara det som får mig att slå pannan blodig mot … närmaste trubbigt objekt eller plan yta. Eller få dem att ÖPPNA MUNNEN och prata med varandra. Fy sjutton så slitigt.
(jfc för den icke bevandrade i internetslang ska utläsas som jesus fucking christ.)
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