This is a quote a think of a lot, which a quick google image search tells me is a Winston Churchill quote. I didn’t know that, I didn’t need to.
The universality of this quote is what makes me like it so much. It’s the epitome of positive thinking, it’s the drive to not stop, to not stay in hell, because there is a way through this, through this writer’s block, through this next challenge, trough this next year.
I used to feel like crap all the time. Then I would start writing and feel even crapper cause i couldn’t see the importance or beauty of my own writing, but what I could see was a goal, a possible end. It’s better to feel like crap with a glimmer of hope as a distant destination than to just feel like crap for no reason.
Don’t give up. Keep writing, It’s a long process and you’re going to need to keep your wits about you. Step back, notice where you are at, and keep trudging through.
-But also, Don’t feel bad, if you don’t feel bad. Don’t try force yourself to feel some sort pain because you want to be a good writer, or an artist, or person. It’s okay to be miserable, and it’s okay to be happy, and it’s ideal to keep going through it all. You’ve got this. Keep going!
Let’s get one thing straight right upfront: I love Meredith. The Grey’s Anatomy doctor is a total badass — tough as leather, smart as hell and enviably snarktastic to boot. But the reasons I love her are the same reasons I’m so mystified and bothered by her behavior during Season 13. Why is she acting like she’s — and treating Maggie like they’re — in high school?
If you’ll recall, after Mer’s secret Season 12 hookup with Nathan, Maggie announced out of the blue that, all of a sudden, she like-liked her fellow surgeon and suspected that he like-liked her back. He didn’t, though; he like-liked Mer. (And, while Grey would be loathe to admit it, she dug him, too.) Yet, no matter how many opportunities Maggie gave her half sibling to say, grown woman to grown woman, “Sorry, sis. Been there, tapped that, and probably will again,” Mer remained silent.
Actually, no — Grey didn’t just keep her lips zipped; in a plot that could’ve been hatched in study hall, she orchestrated a whole charade to keep Maggie in the dark, instructing Riggs to let her down gently. And, every step of the way, I kept coming back to the same question: Why?
Mer, Maggie and Nathan are all adults. Mer hadn’t done anything to hurt Maggie, whose fixation with Riggs came on faster than a heart attack. (If there’s a sis code that parallels the bro code, it can’t possibly extend to the shagging of guys in whom one’s sister hasn’t previously expressed any romantic interest.) And — perhaps this bears repeating — they’re all adults.
If this was Riverdale, I might understand why Veronica would jump through hoops to keep Betty from finding out that she’d kissed the high-school hottie she hadn’t known her pal was into. But this isn’t Riverdale, it’s Grey’s. And Mer isn’t a sophomore, she’s a doctor, a mother, a widow — she’s lived, she’s loved, she’s lost. Are we to believe that the sum total of her experience tells her that the best way to respect Maggie’s feelings and acknowledge her own is to lie? Hasn’t Mer been through too much to put herself — and people for whom she cares — through such JV nonsense, never mind whip up that nonsense in the first place?
The way I’ve been working now is that I keep one of every apparel item on hand, and I use those to test wardrobes on dragons. When I find a nice outfit I make a list of the apparel in the dragon’s bio and put away the pieces so I can use them to test outfits on a different dragon.
It’s a bit slow but oh well. I don’t have one of everything (apparel gets released in huge dumps now and I can’t catch up, much less keep up), but I finally have a decent variety that I can play with what I have.
This is what I’m planning for Refrain. I really wanted to use the seashell mantle under a Baldwin mantle for her. She has the leg apparel, the seashell mantle, and the cobwebs right now–gotta find the other stuff.
oh lord queenie goldstein is so pure so good so kind. she’s seen some shit but she greets the world with a smile and a cup of cocoa. she could be so jaded and bitter about the fact that most men think what jacob was thinking when they first see her. hell she’s probably had to hear what they imagine about her.
but nope. she’s kinda and caring and clever as all hell to boot. she knows who to bat her eyes at to get away with things, she knows just how to play off knowing things so that no one really suspects anything of her.
Tord kicks his boots off so fast he nearly falls over, tripping his way through the entrance hall and into the sitting room, “TOM!”
“Shhhhh!” Hisses a voice from the floor and Tord skids to a halt, pinned by Edd’s disapproving frown peering around the arm of the couch. They stare at one another for a moment and then Edd rolls his eyes and beckons the demon over.
Matt watches silently as Tord leans over the back of the couch, sniffing curiously. The room is heavy with the scent of an omega’s heat; Tom’s spicy aroma tickling the back of his throat. The dragon himself is laying on the couch, wrapped tightly in a giant blanket, his head on Matt’s lap. He doesn’t stir as Tord approaches and asks softly,
“How is he?”
“Tired, mostly,” Edd says in low voice, “He fell asleep pretty quickly. We’re letting him get his rest for now but we’ll wake him up for some dinner later.”
Tord sighs in relief, “Good, thank god. When I saw all the messages from you, I panicked and–” He pauses, brow furrowed, and sniffs the air. His gaze, hard and cold, darts to Matt,