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Writer's Block is merely a figment of your... um...
"AUGH!!!" Queue the instant headache that forms after realizing all the hard work I was putting into writing was going to be put on hold. Possibly for hours. Possibly for days. One thing was definite: I wasn't going to get anymore work done at the moment and it was all because of my not-so-imaginary friend/flatmate W.B. The literal personification of Writer's Block. Only I and other writers can see (and unfortunately hear) her, however. She bothers them too, hindering their attempts to type anything with procrastination, distraction, lack of ideas and loss of memory. She's a blunt, annoying little monster who nags and complains, making me lose track of everything I was doing! It may seem funny to you, but it hurts when she does that, man! I now lay face down on the floor, routinely sulking about my misfortune. I was just getting to the good part!
“Ivory.”
“...Ivory, I asked you a question... Ivory? Why aren't you speaking to me? I asked you how your day was. You should answer.”
“...I was WRITING... My BOOK.”
"Writing? You have a terrible imagination, why would you do something like that?”
"Oh, shut up! It's mostly your fault! You made me forget my word!" She poked out her bottom lip and crossed her arms, her ghostly figure hovering over my shoulder like the nosy spirit she was.
"I did no such thing..." Queue the pouting, which happened every time I chewed her out for distracting me. Which was all. The time.
“I'm suffering here W.B., can't you give someone else grief today? For the rest of the year?”
“Grief?!” The apparent shock caused her already high-pitched shriek to rise a full three octaves, giving my poor ears a good lashing.
“Grief you say?! I've been doing nothing but helping you!”
“You made me drop what I was writing so I could clean my basement...”
“That is our basement.”
“Oh, so now it's ours? You hate going in there!”
“Of course! You can't honestly think I like being in that unhealthy basement with an ungrateful human like you! I only come down that horrid corridor when I need to speak to you, and that's challenge enough. All that filth down there could make me sick!”
I'm not crazy. I just have writer's block
"AUGH!!!" Queue the instant headache that forms after realizing all the hard work I was putting into writing was going to be put on hold. Possibly for hours. Possibly for days. One thing was definite: I wasn't going to get anymore work done at the moment and it was all because of my not-so-imaginary friend/flatmate W.B. The literal personification of Writer's Block. Only I and other writers can see (and unfortunately hear) her, however. She bothers them too, hindering their attempts to type anything with procrastination, distraction, lack of ideas and loss of memory. She's a blunt, annoying little monster who nags and complains, making me lose track of everything I was doing! It may seem funny to you, but it hurts when she does that, man! I now lay face down on the floor, routinely sulking about my misfortune. I was just getting to the good part!
“Ivory.”
“...Ivory, I asked you a question... Ivory? Why aren't you speaking to me? I asked you how your day was. You should answer.”
“...I was WRITING... My BOOK.”
"Writing? You have a terrible imagination, why would you do something like that?”
"Oh, shut up! It's mostly your fault! You made me forget my word!" She poked out her bottom lip and crossed her arms, her ghostly figure hovering over my shoulder like the nosy spirit she was.
"I did no such thing..." Queue the pouting, which happened every time I chewed her out for distracting me. Which was all. The time.
“I'm suffering here W.B., can't you give someone else grief today? For the rest of the year?”
“Grief?!” The apparent shock caused her already high-pitched shriek to rise a full three octaves, giving my poor ears a good lashing.
“Grief you say?! I've been doing nothing but helping you!”
“You made me drop what I was writing so I could clean my basement...”
“That is our basement.”
“Oh, so now it's ours? You hate going in there!”
“Of course! You can't honestly think I like being in that unhealthy basement with an ungrateful human like you! I only come down that horrid corridor when I need to speak to you, and that's challenge enough. All that filth down there could make me sick!”
I'm not crazy. I just have writer's block
I Wanna Be The Very Best...
This is currently on hold so I can finish the ones I have received so far. I will update once I'm done~
Lemme just get this straight. I am one LAZY mother-trucker. I do what I have to do, sure, but not of my own proactive drive. I'll get the urge to do something productive of my own accord once in a while but that's like, once every ten years man. However, I am motivated by self-interest. And it's in my own self-interest that I stop being such a lazy wart and start writing again. That is, writing and actually FINISHING stuff~ That's where you lovely people come in. I need urgency! I need PURPOSE! I need DESIRE...
I need you guys to give me
I pulled a tag off my shirt. It said 50% OFF
Tagged by PositivePoison (https://www.deviantart.com/positivepoison) MY BBY I MISS YEWS
1. Of your own characters that you've ever made, which one(s) are your favourite and why? It's actually a more recent character I've made named Kizuna. His first mind is to push people to be their best, to follow their dreams with passion, but he's blind to the fact that he comes off like a domineering jerk with the words he chooses. His struggle to bring people up is what I like about him because he never stops trying to motivate people and is working on choosing his words more delicately. Kizuna is nice man.
2. What is your current favourite song and what is (in your opinion) the best line from
Attack On Titan IS A LIE!!!
Now, before I get shot for my title choice (I love you, Armin!) allow me to explain my reasoning.
This entire journal entry will be about a 'what if' thingy I thought about some time ago about AOT, but actually can apply to any anime or franchise in general. For all of you who have watched/read at least half a season of something knows how feels can get absolutely wrecked in fictional franchises. I can only watch certain animes I love in doses because I'm an extremely empathetic person, very sensitive, and a colossal crybaby so when peeps I love die, I practically join them in the afterlife. A lot of animes I love display the struggles and h
I miss you guys...
I MISS EVERYBODY
I LOVE YOU GUYS
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//pats
the feels are strong ; v;
the feels are strong ; v;