Hey there, writer/author friend. I wanted to say something to you. If you’re wondering if I mean you, then I probably mean you.
You’re pretty great.
You get a lot of pressure, anxiety, impostor syndrome, and no doubt plenty of crap from doing what you love. Whether it’s from negative or positive comments, or the voices of your inner negatives and positives. From knowing people are waiting for a chapter or a submission, from the hope and fear of what people are going to think of your story or plot or characterizations, or whether any of it is even any good… Any and all of that and more.
Well, no matter what, I think you’re awesome.
Whether you do it for free or not, for the love of writing or for fandom or a great ship, for passion for literature or a certain subject or just whatever drives you to put words on a page. You find a way to do it. No matter how long it takes you, or how many words you do it with. You try to the best of your ability. Even if that ability might be considered rough. Even if (or especially if) it’s not your first language. You do it, and you share it.
I want you to know that I appreciate it. I appreciate you for it.
Thank you, author. Thank you, writer. Thank you for your words. They mean quite a bit to me, because I love to read, and I would have nothing to read if it were not for you (and for all of you).
merindab: I feel like “adhd” is the stupidest damn excuse but it’s really not.
poedameron-tony: Yeah, because it’s literally the lack of the ability to… just do things.
merindab: Like you’re looking at yourself like “get your shit together. it’s not THAT hard?” People don’t realize how much WE beat ourselves up too. That’s why calling us lazy doesn’t help. We already feel like maybe we are.
poedameron-tony: It’s like… “I understand you are frustrated with me, but trust me, my internalized hatred is more debilitating than your disappointment.”
merindab: I feel like “adhd” is the stupidest damn excuse but it’s really not.
poedameron-tony: Yeah, because it’s literally the lack of the ability to… just do things.
merindab: Like you’re looking at yourself like “get your shit together. it’s not THAT hard?” People don’t realize how much WE beat ourselves up too. That’s why calling us lazy doesn’t help. We already feel like maybe we are.
poedameron-tony: It’s like… “I understand you are frustrated with me, but trust me, my internalized hatred is more debilitating than your disappointment.”
you are holding a thing. its in your hands. you look away for five seconds. you are no longer holding the thing and you cannot find it anywhere. you did not move from your spot. you do not know how this happened
you are scrolling down a website. you see something nice and you decide to read more about it. you scroll up to look into it. you see something nice. you decide you want to read more about it. you forgot the first thing you were going to search. you scroll down in hope to remember. you see something nice. you decide you want to read more about it.
there is a tear in one of your favourite outfits. you decide you can fix it. you grab the sewing supplies and put them down while you research how to do it. an hour passes. you wonder why there are sewing supplies by your bed.
where are your glasses?
there are three cups on your bedside table. you venture into the kitchen. you decide you want some water. you bring it back to your room. there are four cups on your bedside table.
youve had a towel around your shoulders for the past three hours. you are going to shower.
you’re watching a movie. you pick up your phone to have something to do while you watch the movie. you pause the movie. two days pass. you still havent finished the movie.
repeat to yourself so you wont forget, you think. repeat repeat repeat repeat. you no longer remember anything else but it. you look to the side. blue is a nice colour. what were you thinking about?
your leg wont stop shaking. it has a life of its own. you are not in control.
you wake from a nightmare, sweating: you dreamed someone erased your whiteboard. you turn on the light and heave a sigh of relief. it’s all still there. the list of things you were going to plant last spring but didn’t. the sweater design you knit one sleeve of. the christmas gift plans from 2009.
