Me, innocently writing:
Random urge to knock a character off: sup
The random need to add an unholy amount of fluff: how you doin??
The fact that I cannot have a plot in my head as I write: I made tea, let’s talk.
Homework and social duties: Get the eff away from me.
My inability to make decent lengthened chapters: you should stop.
Having NO plot, again: We need to talk
me: ....
Whenever I’m writing my brain is always a mix between smut, angst and fluff, no in between the three it’s one of them and only them and 99 percent of the time it’s fluff. Like if I have to write angst it’s gonna ultimately end of being classified as fluff because once brain locks into a mode it’s stuck. It’s g r e a t.