You know when you hit that groove, whilst reading a new book and you cannot, through all strength will put the damn thing down. It seemed I hace reached that all engrossing stage, and have realised that it seems nothing can draw my attention in so intimately (except SG of course 😍). To experience somone else's imagination of worlds and people unknown to reality, is just astounding. Then I think of unleashing my scribbles on the world, and seeing how it steals their attention. Only to realise I never get more than a chapter or so before I delete the thing. How can one fill me with such passion and the other such self loathing!!??? It's fucking crazy
pistache:
that's true, I love that feeling too :) I tried to write lol too