me: i can’t wait for people to read this story!!
brain: you have to finish writing it if you want people to read it
me:
me: now that doesn’t sound right
anyone: *mentions someone named andrew, not related to aftg whatsoever*
me: Andrew Minyard didn’t look like much in person, blonde and five feet even, but Neil knew better. Andrew was the Foxes’ freshman goalkeeper and their deadliest investment. Most of the Foxes were self-destructive, whereas Andrew seemed keen on collateral damage. He’d spent three years
you ever start rereading your WIP to get in the mood and write more and you get so caught up that when you get to the end you’re like “bitch? where’s the rest?” and you realize you’re the bitch and you have to write it
the level of effort I aspire to be: kevin day
the level of effort I actually put in: andrew minyard
honestly if the scene where simon calls soccer tryouts ‘auditions‘ (cuz he’s just a massive theater dork) and bram smiles at him all fondly and simon gets totally flustered is not in the movie I WILL RIOT
Nothing but My Aching Soul 