I May Not Have Written, But I Have Spent The Last Hour Listening To The Mamma Mia Soundtrack

i may not have written, but i have spent the last hour listening to the mamma mia soundtrack

let me cry of happiness because i actually wrote a chapter. fuck you writer block, i'm back again with my fictional babies.

there’s something in listening to music and scrolling through pinterest. all of a sudden you get this super hype and you’re like YES YES YES!! it’s like you have that POWER but you don’t know what to do with it bc you’re just having the moment with the music and inspiring images in pinterest that give you random vague ideas but you’re not WRITING. IT’S NOTHING CONCRETE IN YOUR MIND, IT’S JUST VIBES, BUT SO GOOD VIBES LIKE, FUCK YEAH.

and then it’s gone  before you can catch something concrete in your brain.

me in winter: it's too cold to write me in summer: it's too hot to write

me listening to heavy dark music as i write a peaceful, clear morning walk with my joyful characters.

on the other hand, me listening to happy catchy pop songs as i write a devastating, heart wrecking scene.

The sadness that comes with finishing a great book. Like I'm gonna miss all the characters and the adventures we had together. 

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