It's Thursday, I'm tired again, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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Every now and then, out there on the Interwebs, I come across someone who disapproves of the 'romanticisation' of writing.
To them, writing is a career, a job, an occupation. Maybe they enjoy it, maybe they're good at it, but there's no fire in them that compels them to write.
'“Really? He said all that?” he asks, skeptical and hopeful by equal measure.
“Not exactly,” Stede admits, “He made a rather confusing analogy about the weight of a cannonball and controlled explosions and the two of you being like saltpeter and charcoal together.”'
Look, I never claimed to be a totally emotionally stable human being - not least because I'm not sure such a thing truly exists.
No, in fact, I've been quite up-front about my emo goblin spaghetti brain's weird and wonderful cravings. Mostly of the angsty variety.
...so I think you can probably guess where this post is going 😅
My to-do isn't that long - at first glance.
But that's mostly because I only write down a few things that I need to prioritise and/or think I'm in danger of forgetting. 😅
My mental to-do list? Much, much, bigger.
Like... I expect a lot of myself.
'I still think we should try Khonshu, Marc. He’ll be here before long anyway, so…
Nope. He is not having the bird fix this. He will… sort it out. Somehow. Like a big boy.'
This is such a random story.
- It made me smile, and I think we all could do with some more of that at the moment.