I feel my Characters and Villains glaring at me as I angle my hands against these keys. They despise me for my absence, for the lack of concern for their spirals into infinite nothingness.
But I'm coming back soon, I promise. And better than before
Putting ads over stories is garbage and then making us pay to remove them from Our works is the capitalist drivel I thought we were avoiding on Wattpad but hey such are the times!
My writers block is this imaginary room of critics that don't exist. There's a fat one a skinny one and one with a mustache. If I can avoid them I can write in peace
He looked disgusted as she expected pity from people she was better than
She played the part of bigger person to little people and it disgusted him
If she didn't kill that yearning to be a damsel
Certainly he would believe her to be one
I'm in a fist fight with writers block and by golly it's getting some punches in but we're in it blow for blow baby! New chapters for #17 and working on other works as well!