Sometimes, thinking about the good times you had in the past just makes you sad ... It's not that current times don't have good things but just that losing something weighs a bit more on the mind when it is markedly over
I'm two-timing my stories. I should be rebuilding my stockpile and try to finish stuff up earlier but here I am, thinking about doing the next part of my other accounts novella after already finishing another one two days ago. Ah, I feel like such a scumbag
I hate this month. There's always these two or three days where I can't write at all because stuff and suddenly I'm saddled with having to write 11k words to make up for it. And today is the last fricking day of the month so I can't even say "Oh, I'll do half of it tomorrow!"