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So, I have this time management problem (that I really need to figure out one of these days) where when I'm on a project of some kind, I feel really guilty when I'm doing anything not related to it, and when I'm focusing on my project to the point that I need to neglect my friends I feel guilty about that, and I'm not doing chores so I'm feeling guilty about that, but if I'm doing the chores I feel guilty about neglecting the other things, and when I'm doing any of the other things I feel guilty about...
You get the idea. So if you're me you get caught up in this swirling vortex of paralyzing guilt and never get anything good done!
So here's the plan. DeviantArt is one of the things I feel guilty about neglecting. So I'm just putting it out there right now: I am going to be neglecting DeviantArt. I'm going to plow through writing Mr. Mortality & the Heart Collector (posting each part as I finish it, don't worry). And then I shall return the conquering hero, clearing out DA notifications and commenting on art (and cleaning my room and researching my novel and building the Mortality website) guilt-free LIKE A BOSS.
Until then, wait for me. Pray for me. Believe in me. Pwetty pwease~
*takes deep breath*
*goes charging off into writing swinging an ax for some reason(??)*
FOR NARNIAAAAAAAAA!!!
You get the idea. So if you're me you get caught up in this swirling vortex of paralyzing guilt and never get anything good done!
So here's the plan. DeviantArt is one of the things I feel guilty about neglecting. So I'm just putting it out there right now: I am going to be neglecting DeviantArt. I'm going to plow through writing Mr. Mortality & the Heart Collector (posting each part as I finish it, don't worry). And then I shall return the conquering hero, clearing out DA notifications and commenting on art (and cleaning my room and researching my novel and building the Mortality website) guilt-free LIKE A BOSS.
Until then, wait for me. Pray for me. Believe in me. Pwetty pwease~
*takes deep breath*
*goes charging off into writing swinging an ax for some reason(??)*
FOR NARNIAAAAAAAAA!!!
Dear DeviantArt
No one wants Eclipse. Heck you.
I know it probably doesn't mean much since I haven't been very active for personal reasons but, #soundofsilencemovement
Hey
Things kinda suck but I’m alive~
Hope everyone’s doing well and had a great Halloween! I was planning on holding an art contest or something to mark the anniversary of when I first posted “Heart Collector” but...
Maybe next year.
Lol I’ve accidentally fallen back into the Sonic the Hedgehog fandom. I guess it’s kind of my happy place—it’s a series about cute talking animals saving the world. So much innocence and nostalgia. I started writing a fan novel for it back in high school and I’m thinking about picking it back up again.
Don’t worry, Mortality is still my Baby. Just don
A Masterpiece
I write:
"Michael was a bit distracted.
He threw the door back open and peered around. He spun on his heels. Behind him the entrance to an outhouse, and a field, and a country road. Before him a fully furnished (if dusty) house.
What? How? Why? When?
'This privy is bigger on the inside!' he breathed, baffled as a Victorian with limited experience of the supernatural could be.
The Reaper did a double take.
'What? No! It’s a magic Key that opens a doorway to another tiny world alongside our own. Try to keep up Mr. MacBranain.'"
I wipe tears from my eyes. This is perhaps the single greatest thing I have ever
I miss stories.
I want to learn to love stories for their own sake again…regain that childish wonder, fall in love with characters, get lost in a world of someone else’s imagination; and then, when I have to close the cover, feel all the more inspired and energized to explore my own story’s world. Why does every book, show, or movie I take in feel like an obligation to me? I want to delight and revel in them; to devour them like chocolate, to soak in them like a hot bath, to roll around in them like I used to roll down grassy hills in the park back when I didn’t care so much about getting my clothes dirty.
I miss my childish, indulgen
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Good luck!!!!