The Three Stages Of Writer’s Block
Maybe if I start working on something else, I’ll distract myself into inspiration for this.
Maybe if I start working on something else, I’ll distract myself into inspiration for this.
You know the type. Standing in the circle, but rolling eyes, or half-chuckling at whatever hilarious, yet profound thing you just said. And then, once they’ve had enough of that, hopefully they wander away, and don’t actively seek to leave a wake of destruction made of you and your self-worth.
You will eventually stop thinking about your life in 6-month intervals. This is equal parts distressing and relieving.
All of your team’s inside jokes are still hilarious and will never-not be.
It’s so easy to convince people you know things.
It’s hard to admit, but making a mix is about chasing a muse, not actually fostering a relationship with a human being. It’s like writing a poem specifically for someone and having them read it in front of you (if anyone does that. I certainly wouldn’t know and can only guess).
Okay, numbers one through five? The Onion. Jk, jk. That’d be like recommending Migos and/or the Beatles: tired and unnecessary. True greatness speaks for itself.
Contrary to everything Cady Heron ever told you, the limit does exist. Some ideas, some aspirations, some goals and passions just aren’t achievable no matter how much you care and believe in it.
Baby, you got this.