You know what I’m a slut for? When a character visibly drops a ruse. Like, the way their face changes the moment they give up a facade and reveal themselves.
This applies to revealing love, apathy, anger, evil intent. I mcfuckin love it.
Y’know, that makes me think of something, actually.
So if you’re one of those “I can only write when I feel Inspired™” type of writers but you never seem to feel very inspired, and all of the usual “You have to make a schedule and stick to it and sit down and write XYZ words per day” writing tips have never worked for you and only make you feel guilty but you have no idea why,
have you perhaps considered that you might be neurodivergent / mentally ill / have a chronic health condition, and that what you call “inspiration” is what the rest of us call “spoons”?
B/c that is exactly what happened to me.
I haven’t been able to find it since, but I read an article ages and ages ago that said: There is no such thing as writer’s block. What we call “writer’s block” is what the medical community refers to as “depression.”
And I went, “Huh.”
Whenever writer’s block comes up in these conversations, I want to link to this post by Mary Robinette Kowal: https://maryrobinettekowal.com/journal/sometimes-writers-block-is-really-depression/
Sometimes Writers Block is really Depression
This is depression.
I had been slowing down and struggling to even care about writing for most of the previous year. And then, I just stopped.
And after that, I stopped getting out of bed, except right before my husband came home. I’d get up and get dressed, because I was ashamed of the fact that I was in bed and had gotten nothing done. I could hear the gate open as he headed to the back yard with his bike, so I’d be in the kitchen washing dishes when he came home. I looked totally productive.
Finally, as I was writing a forward for my excerpt in Altered Perceptions, I realized that I was masking. No– wait. I admitted to myself that I was masking. I already knew it. I already knew that it was depression. I just didn’t want to admit it, because that would mean admitting being broken.
when you get this, please reply five things that make you happy and send this to the last ten people in your notifications 🌱
1) grass but not tall itchy grass, nice short grass. 2) ao3 and fanfiction lmao. 3) all of my mutuals. 4) getting tags or comments on my works. 5) walking my dog.
you’ve heard of “treat others the way you want to be treated”, now get ready for: treat yourself the way you treat others. show yourself patience for your mistakes. speak to yourself with compassion. do not judge yourself so harshly. be kind to yourself in your pain. give yourself gifts to just to make you happy. comfort yourself when you cry.
you are the one and only person that you are definitely stuck with for the entirety of life’s rollercoaster, twenty-four-seven three-sixty-five. don’t spend that road trip locking yourself in the car with an asshole. the journey is hard enough already. do what you can to be the sort of travelling companion you would want a dear friend to have on that long wild ride.