It occurred to me today that it's been a month since I've written any fic, or really done any personal writing. I know this always happens to me when the seasons start to change and I always take to LJ to complain about it, but I find it irritating every time it cycles back anyway. I have zero motivation. It's not that I have no ideas – I have plenty – nor do I think it's a matter of being burnt out, I just...cannot make myself get to work on anything. I wish there was a way around that. I don't need inspiration or more prompts of any of that falsely motivating nonsense; I just need something to make me work on the things I already have sitting around.
This might be a worthwhile place to say I've been doing a movie makeup series on tumblr that I'm enjoying (the research is especially interesting) but that I still do not understand tumblr at all. Why do some things get four hundred notes? Why do some things get zero? Why do things I put a lot of work and pride into get no attention, but the laziest post I ever made is also my most popular, sitting pretty at 11k notes? I mean, the same could be said for anything. Often fics I cared the least about got the most attention. What's that about?
I've had vague ideas of doing a body image kind of post here because I've been really fucked up over this excellent book I read recently; however, I am also fairly unwilling to really crack open that can of worms. I have been thinking about it a lot, though. The book was Only Ever Yours by Louise O'Neill, and I loved it immensely but it also fucked me up more than any book in recent memory. It's one of those futuristic novels that does what good scifi does by distorting very real aspects of modern society to horrifying levels. It was a very well done book but it's been weeks now and I am still deeply upset about it. Honestly, if you have ED issues I wouldn't read it; I don't, but I found it very triggering all the same. So that's been sticking with me.
In other news of things I love that are fucking me up: the podcast My Favorite Murder. It's weirdly fun because the two women who host it are so charming and their friendship is so genuine, but the whole premise of the podcast involves discussing REALLY A LOT OF MURDER and since I have been binging it, I feel like I am taking in too much horrifying shit lately. I've been trying to space out on some fluff but my brain doesn't really know what to do.
So...this is my seasonal 'hey so I exist' post I guess.
This might be a worthwhile place to say I've been doing a movie makeup series on tumblr that I'm enjoying (the research is especially interesting) but that I still do not understand tumblr at all. Why do some things get four hundred notes? Why do some things get zero? Why do things I put a lot of work and pride into get no attention, but the laziest post I ever made is also my most popular, sitting pretty at 11k notes? I mean, the same could be said for anything. Often fics I cared the least about got the most attention. What's that about?
I've had vague ideas of doing a body image kind of post here because I've been really fucked up over this excellent book I read recently; however, I am also fairly unwilling to really crack open that can of worms. I have been thinking about it a lot, though. The book was Only Ever Yours by Louise O'Neill, and I loved it immensely but it also fucked me up more than any book in recent memory. It's one of those futuristic novels that does what good scifi does by distorting very real aspects of modern society to horrifying levels. It was a very well done book but it's been weeks now and I am still deeply upset about it. Honestly, if you have ED issues I wouldn't read it; I don't, but I found it very triggering all the same. So that's been sticking with me.
In other news of things I love that are fucking me up: the podcast My Favorite Murder. It's weirdly fun because the two women who host it are so charming and their friendship is so genuine, but the whole premise of the podcast involves discussing REALLY A LOT OF MURDER and since I have been binging it, I feel like I am taking in too much horrifying shit lately. I've been trying to space out on some fluff but my brain doesn't really know what to do.
So...this is my seasonal 'hey so I exist' post I guess.