With the world ending and everything, my schedule has cleared out quite a bit, and a lot of my life has become digital--if not scrapped altogether. It was interesting for the first couple of days; I now had time to dedicate towards learning practical skills, towards reading, towards writing...
...Then reality struck. Waking up at 10 is a hell of a lot more pleasant than waking up at 6, and writing at Dark-thirty surely beats writing at Bright o' clock. My "practical skills" self-education included way more historics and verbiage than actual skills, and though I definitely had more time to dedicate towards reading and writing, it seemed as though the more I've read, the more I've understood just how my writing cannot compare to these printed books. I could hardly find any pointers to take away; the difference was sheer quality of storytelling.
Anyways, I guess the point is that since I can't even self-quarantine right, I might as well dally with you writers and reviewers while I piece together how you guys actually do it (because honestly, I've been lost at, "Just sit down and write.")
By the way--so as to not disrupt the current pattern of freshblood posts--you admins all suck. All of you. Ban me for exercising my right to speak, and I'll just come back as ImpiriTonggali1. Or ImpiriTonggalii, whichever you'd prefer. Cue mic drop.
