You know that feeling when you're just sitting there, thinking, What am I gonna write today?
It's honestly the worst thing ever. I've spent all day trying to figure out what to write, and nothing's coming to me. I really want to update all my novels, but my brain is just like, nope.
Maybe some people actually have plots and plans for their stories, good for them. I don't. The only time I've ever been consistent in my life is with Red Notes and Kisses.
And even that happened accidentally. I decided to update it every evening, no pressure, no overthinking. I just chill until 8 PM and let my creative juices flow.
The funny thing is, I've unintentionally created a whole plot around it. Do I know how it's going to end? Nope.
I just know it will end someday, and I'll keep working on it until then. Honestly, I'm surprised I've gotten this far because, let me tell you, I am lazy. Like, if laziness were a person, it'd have my middle name.
I only write when I'm in the mood, and now I've got this new book idea in my head. Someone once told me, "Don't publish it right away. Sit with it." Darling, if I don't publish it immediately, I will lose every ounce of enthusiasm.
Trust me, I've done it before. I've got so many books that never made it through the vetting process. And once that happens? I'm done. That book is dead to me.
So, yeah. That's my little rant for the evening: I'm stuck, I don't know what to write, and I want to cry. Somebody send help.