RepresentingWrath
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Same as envy.
Getting kicked and punched by a toddler who grows stronger every day. His latest obsession is spraying people with the garden hose. At least he's stopped watering the inside of the house . . . with the hose. These days, he'll fling water out of the bathtub with a washcloth and slip and slide around the floor until he's physically restrained. He's also now strong enough to climb onto the kitchen counter without any chairs, stools, etc. There, he unscrews lids and dumps oil on the floor while his mom is still cleaning up the cow milk he spilled all over the inside of the fridge.Between writer's block and childbirth, which was more painful?
Or maybe they’ll reincarnate and hunt you down for abandoning them.My graveyard of discarded story ideas looks like the hill of swords from Berserk.
But I cope by believing I'll eventually reincorporate them into newer projects![]()
Create a personal Tier List out of those old ideas,*Checking 50 backlogs of ideas either scrapped or put on hiatus*
*100 more on other app*
*10 other ideas still being developed and cancelled due to lack of information or lack of understanding of the settings of some fanfic ideas being worked on.*
*2 ready to be published but still working on understanding the world and plotline*
Uhh....I'm still planning on writing one. But I'm not too sure if I made any mistakes.
Before you know it, that toddler is a foot taller than you and doing Crossfit twice a day. Good luck busting out the belt when your kid twice your sizeGetting kicked and punched by a toddler who grows stronger every day. His latest obsession is spraying people with the garden hose. At least he's stopped watering the inside of the house . . . with the hose. These days, he'll fling water out of the bathtub with a washcloth and slip and slide around the floor until he's physically restrained. He's also now strong enough to climb onto the kitchen counter without any chairs, stools, etc. There, he unscrews lids and dumps oil on the floor while his mom is still cleaning up the cow milk he spilled all over the inside of the fridge.
It's not so much about writer's block as it is drifting off to sleep too exhausted to move while your ideas scream and die a slow, painful death.