#self analysis | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

witlesswitnesstm · 23 days

Text

My girlfriend gave me this idea yesterday and now I feel like going in depth.

Which Marvin Trilogy songs am I? (Non ranked)

• Unlikey Lovers

Marvin in this song reminds me a lot of myself. He constantly deflects his feelings, trying to convince both himself and Whizzer that he’s doing totally fine, which just hits way too hard. Although, Whizzer does something similar by telling Marvin to go home and stop thinking about it, neglecting his own needs, so I kind of relate to both of them in this. Just the general vibe of denial in this reminds me a lot of myself. I have some online friends (and one online partner) who I love to pieces, and my feelings towards them reminds me a lot of Cordelia, Marvin, Charlotte, and Whizzer as a friend group.

• I Have A Family

I am queer and not out of my family. That’s pretty much it. Really related to the line “In my mind I’m kissing… a man… NO, NO, NO NO, START AGAIN.” Like bro is so quick to backtrack and be like, NOPE I THOUGHT WRONG, which is a lot like me.

• Marvin’s Giddy Seizures

This connection isn’t as strong, but I tend to laugh a lot in situations that don’t call for it at all. I just laugh a lot in general. It’s probably some coping mechanism/trauma response or whatever but yeah. I remember in 7th grade, my class was watching ATLA during lunch, and the characters were like, drowning or smth, and for whatever reason, I just started laughing, and I swear to god, everyone glared at me like I was crazy.

• What More Can I Say?

Marvin’s general surprise about finally being happy sounds a lot like me. I have a wonderful girlfriend, as I’ve mentioned previously, and sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone like her. This whole song is basically Marvin reflecting on his own thoughts privately, and I feel that man. He only really examines who he is while alone, which is how I used to do things. (I say alone, because Whizzer is basically asleep in that song.) “We laugh, we fumble, we take it day by day” is just my approach to life in general. Also I’d definitely pull that shit of looking under the covers, that’s hilarious.

• I Can’t Sleep

I pulled an all nighter to watch In Trousers, does that explain it enough?

Notice how it’s mostly Marvin. Yeah I don’t know why god made it so I relate to this gay middle aged divorcee either.

#marvin trilogy #falsettos #in trousers #marvin falsettos #self analysis #it’s just me man #I guess I’m putting all my personal shit on here

12 notes · View notes

ribbonkey · 8 months

Text

It's about depression, it's about self-analysis and fighting that voice in your head.

my patreon || instagram || ko-fi ||

#art #artist on tumblr #web comic #comic #original comic #webtoon #depression #self analysis #art by op #we're at the beginning of a long run and journey #but this kind of things take time #cottacore

12 notes · View notes

beemintty · 14 days

Text

little hunger games and self analysis here:

prim is one of my most favourite characters in the hunger games trilogy and i always thought it was because i tend to be drawn to that soft character archetype. but i think there is more to it than that. prim never let the world sharpen her edges, she stayed soft and gentle and kind no matter what. i honestly think it's beautiful how she was able to do that. but sadly that softness is what gets her killed.... that drive to love and care for people no matter what, is what gets her killed. and i'm similar in a way, i refuse to let the world sharpen my edges, but that makes me the same character that is designed to die. that's what prims character archetype is - the gentle one who, no matter how good they are, will die before ever making a difference.

idk i think there is a truly reflective part of me that chooses these characters and this archetype to be my favourite characters in stories.... and unfortunately all my favourite characters die.

#a bit on the hunger games #a bit on self reflection #a bit on character #a bit on me #a bit on my curse of favourite characters #thoughts from all over the place today #thoughts #on life #my thoughts #the hunger games #primrose everdeen #primrose #character #character analysis #character archetypes #self reflection #self analysis

2 notes · View notes

yant0tnay · 25 days

Text

I just realized i like angst so much because it feels familiar...

This is probably not a good thing...

#angst #coping mechanism #self analysis #self realization

2 notes · View notes

aacharya-kamlesh · 26 days

Text

Embracing Your Inner Gems: A Path to Self-Exploration

Embracing Self-Discovery: Finding Gems Within

Life has its ups and downs, its triumphs and setbacks. Yet, there’s a danger in defining our worth solely by our failures. If you find yourself stuck in a cycle of self-doubt and negativity, it’s time for a change. Let’s explore how self-analysis can be a tool for self-discovery and empowerment rather than a source of despair.

Redefining Failure

It’s easy to fall into the trap of equating mistakes with failure. But here’s the truth: your mistakes are not the real problem. The true failure lies in never acknowledging your strengths and potential. Constantly dwelling on what’s wrong and tallying up your shortcomings only serves to hold you back.

Shifting Perspectives

Instead of viewing self-analysis as a means of cataloging your flaws, consider it as an opportunity for growth and exploration. Imagine it as digging for diamonds in a coal mine — a journey to uncover the hidden treasures within yourself. Instead of letting self-criticism dampen your spirits, use it as a compass to uncover your hidden strengths and talents within.

Discovering Your Inner Strengths

Start by reframing your self-analysis process. Rather than focusing solely on what you perceive as weaknesses, consciously seek out your strengths and positive attributes. What are the things that bring you joy? What talents or skills do you possess? Take the time to celebrate these aspects of yourself.

Cultivating Self-Compassion

Alongside recognizing your strengths, it’s essential to cultivate self-compassion. Acknowledge that everyone makes mistakes and experiences setbacks — it’s a natural part of being human. Treat yourself with kindness and understanding, just as you would a friend facing challenges.

Harnessing the Power of Perspective

Changing your life begins with a shift in perspective instead of considering setbacks as obstacles you cannot overcome, perceive them as chances for personal growth and acquiring new knowledge. Every challenge you face is a chance to discover your resilience and inner strength.

Embracing the Journey of Self-Discovery

Self-analysis becomes a transformative journey when approached with curiosity and openness. Rather than viewing it as a burdensome task, see it as an adventure of self-exploration. Embrace the process of uncovering your unique qualities and talents.

Embracing Your Inner Awesome

Ultimately, the goal of self-analysis is not to dwell on perceived shortcomings but to unearth the awesomeness within you. Embrace your quirks, celebrate your achievements, and recognize the beauty of your individuality. You are a complex tapestry of experiences, talents, and potential waiting to be discovered.

Conclusion: Empowering Self-Discovery

In conclusion, self-analysis should be a tool for empowerment, not self-destruction. By shifting your perspective and focusing on your strengths, you can harness the power of self-discovery to transform your life. Embrace the journey of uncovering your inner gems and celebrate the unique awesomeness that makes you who you are.

Remember, you are not defined by your mistakes — you are defined by the courage and resilience with which you face them.

#self improvement #self discovery #self compassion #self exploration #embrace #strength #self analysis #perspective #empowerment #journey #uncover #life

2 notes · View notes

heretherebedork · 1 year

Text

I think one of the most interesting things about watching All The BL is discovering exactly how far I allow romcom logic to take me.

Because I keep finding how much I'll allow and where I have these serious just... hard stop moments that I can't get past.

Tharn accusing Type of cheating and never apologizing for it? Fuck that. The rest was bad enough but I still want them to break up for that.

Prapai bypassing Sky blocking his number to the point of causing serious flashbacks? Nope. Nothing he does can make up for that unless he actually apologizes which he never will because this is MAME. The worst part is that every other part is okay. But I can't get past that.

Mork dictating Pi's feeling constantly, agreeing to an interview after Pi was clear he didn't want to be talked about and forcing him out of the closet? Nope. Fuck that man. One of the worst relationships ever.

Puen refusing to tell Talay his name for over a fucking year and after they had literally started dating? Nope. Can't handle it. Fuck that, it's just stupid at this point and Talay's lack of care just made it worse because it made no sense.

And I think a lot of it is is just that I value autonomy and boundaries and once you hit a realistic one, one that genuinely feels like 'if someone did this in real life I'd lose my mind' I don't know how to handle it.

But, like, on the other hand... I can accept so much in other shows and even from these same characters that doesn't both me and trying to figure out exactly what lines I have is fascinating.

Like, if Prapai hadn't gone around the phone blocking? If he'd stuck to every other stalking and boundary pushing thing he was doing and just not that? I'd probably be totally fine with them as a couple.

If Puen had kept his name secret for a month and then told Talay? I'd never had an issue. Or if Talay had been the one to tell him to keep it a secret? No issue.

If Mork had been ambushed into the interview with the weird fanclub? Still unhappy but fine.

I'm just sitting here trying to figure out my line and what is means about my suspension of disbelief and how I handle these shows and/or approach them.

It's a fascinating examination of myself, honestly. (And, yes, there are other relationships and issues I'm not mentioning here. Because I don't wanna talk about them. :D Or because my issues with their relationships were different and more easily defined.

#no tags here #negative #criticism #francis watches bl #self analysis #it's truly interesting to me to think about this okay?#and share it with you #so you can understand #or whatever

37 notes · View notes

pebiejeebies · 3 months

Text

Am I the only one who used to eat the Oreo in this one specific way??

So like, Oreos.. (I’m boycotting them btw dw,, this is the past)

The cookie itself was always my favorite part, I’d like, scrape off the Creme as much as I could, and eat it first, then and only then will I eat the cookie itself

I hated the texture of both of them together, and I hated the mixed taste I got from both, I always loved to eat them like that and I always wondered how people would just.. eat it yk?

Like I get it if you like dunking it in milk or smth but like.. YOU DONT REMOVE THE CRÈME FROM THE COOKIE?! WHUH???!!

Oh, did I mention that I do this FOR THE WHOLE PACK, eat ALL THE CREME, THEN I will eat every cookie

I don’t eat them in bunches either, I take one cookie and take small bites cause that shit is too good to eat it whole, I take bite by bite until I finish this cookie, then onto the next one

If you give me anything similar to Oreos (I REFUSE to eat anything from that horrid company, and anything that supports israel in any fucking way)

Do not expect me to eat it like a “normal person” 😇

#asd #autistic #audhd #neurodivergent #autism #autism spectrum disorder #neurodivergency #self diagnosis #self analysis #self diagnosed adhd #self diagnosed autism #self diagnosers #autistic things #being autistic #adhd

19 notes · View notes

jax-of-spades · 2 months

Text

Something I've noticed with being a Jax kin is that I tend to be more affected by being unable to leave 'normal' or 'comfortable' spaces than the usual kinds of spaces that are claustrophobic n stuff

Feeling stuck and trapped is a thing for me either way and I do know there's more to it than just being Jax (but that's not what this post is abt)

It's like it reminds me of the circus and that fear of [no escape] and [eternal damnation] returns /hj

#just an observation #i think its fun to analyze myself #the way my brain works #how my body and emotions work #etc #maybe i look too deep into it #but it brings me some peace with my existence #nonhuman #fictionkin #alterhuman #jax #tacd jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus #realization #jax kin #reminds me of the farm #self analysis

3 notes · View notes

landofmoa · 1 year

Text

108 notes · View notes

ifitistobeitisuptous · 5 months

Text

I blew up a close relationship this week.

I need to talk about it. I need to grieve it, especially since I killed it. I know you don't need to listen, so I'm putting it all under the cut.

be warned. It's long. Very fucking long.

OK. I'm chatting with a beloved friend a week ago. I'm sleep deprived and behind on my meds. This is very relevant as you shall see.

We have a confusing interaction where I accidentally hurt their feelings. They say we should end the conversation there because things are too weird. I think they have left the conversation entirely, but I find out today they were showing the interaction to a 3rd party to get their opinion on what happened.

Meanwhile I'm panicking because I'd accidentally hurt someone who I love. So I delete any messages that might have been "the cause of the hurt" like an idiot cause a) they are still in the chat and call me on my destroying evidence and 2) I'll never able to point to the exact words I said and carefully explain what I meant.

My panic intensifies and I leave the chat and come back to tumblr where I send them a long message apologising and explaining, while still spiralling into a worse headspace. They tell me to get some sleep.

But I don't.

I'm getting suicidal. Yes I know that is not a rational response to the circumstances. Sleep dep is NOT good for my mental health. And hurting the feelings of someone I care about is a huge suicidal trigger for me.

So I write what is clearly a suicide note. And post it here on this blog. I address it to no one, a generalpost about how shity I feel. I don't even realise it's a suicide note to halfway through it. I don't mention the triggering events, and I say in the tags that it's no ones fault.

I go off and take a (safe) amount of sleeping pills with a (safe) amount of rum. Because even though I'm in distress I know that it's 80% sleep dep, and I can fix that if I self-medicate hard enough.

I come back about 5-10 mins later and delete the suicide note. It had no notes so I hopeful noone saw it.

I put up an apology letter to anyone who did see it, because I don't want to traumatise my followers. And after about 30 mins I take that down, because it too has no notes and I don't want to worry anyone.

I'm starting to calm down and level out, and about 2 hours after I last talked to my friend I go back to send them another apology with the promise that I really was going to sleep now.

Message can't be sent. Blog doesn't exist.

They'd blocked me without a word. I don't know when except sometime in the last 2 hours.

I don't know their mental state. Can't know. I'm worried. I know they also have suicidal issues, so I'm hoping they just blocked me to protect themselves.

I pop back over to discord to let them know I'm OK now. But they'd stopped me messaging them on there also.

Fuck. I had no other contact for them, so I had no way of checking on them to see if they are OK.

Days pass. My worry over them doesn't.

It builds.

5 days I wait. No word.

I'm hurt, but understanding. Their mental health is more important than our friendship. But I can't know the state of their mental health. I was hopeful every time I saw that I had notifications, that maybe they'd re-followed me.

I'd previously reblogged something from one of their mutuals, one I knew they were close to. So I dug through my old posts till I found it, and thus their blog name.

And so I searched their blog for any signs of my beloved friend. And saw they'd interacted 3 days earlier and my friend seemed fine. That should have been enough. If I'd found no evidence of interaction that MIGHT justify some of my following actions. But as it was I... well.

It wasn't enough for me. I made a fake account. A pretty obvious one. Shit, the bio was "stalker". I thought that was a lot less weird then spending the time and emotional energy to craft a believable account. No, none of this is healthy.

I used the sockpuppet to look over my friend's blog. They were posting normally as if their life hadn't had a hole ripped in it. So I followed them with the obvious fake blog. I wanted to get caught I guess. Provoke a reaction. Have them acknowledge I still existed.

They blocked the fake blog without a word.

At this point I'll remind you, gentle reader, that I'm here to explain and mourn, not to try to justify any of my actions.

So yesterday (when sleep deprived again due to a dieing pet) i followed their mutual's blog. With my fake account. I don't even consider following with my actual account, which perhaps might have made sense. Perhaps not. Still pretty stalkery to follow a blog for the sole purpose of seeing when they publicly interact with someone who obviously doesn't want to talk to me.

I still believed if we could just talk I could clear everything up and we could be friends again. Maybe never as close friends again, but they were such a ray of light in my life, I'd hoped to see some of that light again.

But I got their attention. They was angry.

They were angry that I'd deliberately insulted them a week ago, then threatened to kill myself because they'd stopped talking to me. Now as you had read above, that's not how it went down on my end, but now I understood why they had blocked me without comment. If I was who they thought I was being, then yes, block me into the sun. I'd deserve it.

So i felt hope. If I could get them to understand the insult was accidental, that the suicidal thinking wasn't about their actions but mine, that I wasn't trying to manipulate some response from them, then maybe we could fix this.

But of course that wasn't all.

They were also enraged that I'd stalked them and their friend... which yeah, I really had no excuse for. But I still thought that if they could see the first part was a misunderstanding, then a little light stalking is forgivable.

But they couldn't believe that I was innocent of the first part, since I was so clearly guilty of the second. And as they said, they were there a week ago, they knew I'd insulted them then suicide baited them to get them to keep taking to me. And they blocked me again mid my protest.

It could have ended there. It should have ended there.

But I knew. If only I could explain they'd see it was all a big misunderstanding.

So, with the fake account still (God know why?!), I compose an ask to their mutual. And again I'll stress, this is me saying what I did, not what I should have done.

Unfortunately as it was an ask, not a message, I don't have a copy. But it started along the lines of "if you think it would be ok, can you pass this on. I understand and accept that you might ignore it or, block me and that's a fair response."

And so I apologised. I accepted blame. I accepted this was probably the end of our relationship. But I also tried to explain how it was a misunderstanding. And I don't even remember if I addressed the stalking bit. I did say I was never going to log into that fake account again.

then I took a nap. I'd done all i could to mend the relationship (or at least end it with dignity), and I honestly didn't expect a response. Either because the message didn't get passed on, or because my former friend agreed it was the end and didn't contact me again. It was a message in a bottle, cast into the ocean.

I woke to 28 messages.

Threats of police re stalking. 9 messages just with the words "text me". Yelling at me, calling me a coward and immature for not responding. Calling my behaviour disgusting.

and I had been re-blocked. So I couldn't respond.

OK then. That hasn't gone as expected, because I'm an idiot for expecting unrealistic things.

So I spend about 30 mins to find their friends blog again (because I'd forgotten the name), this time with my real account, as I'd said I'd never log into the fake account again.

So to send a quick ask, for them to pass on, that I was asleep and not ignoring their mutual. And could they unblock me if they actually want a response.

Ghost blog. The friend had blocked me also. And fair enough.

But it left me with a problem.

I didn't want to find another friend of theirs and ask them to pass on the "I need to be both unblocked and awake if you want me to reply" message. Even I knew that was too creepy.

So I pinned a little message saying that to the top of my blog thinking that you can't look at blog you have blocked, so there was little chance of them ever seeing it. And thus little chance of me hearing from them again. Can you look at blogs you've got blocked? I've only blocked porn bots and never gone back to check.

Now I had thought that the next time they messaged me was because of that pinned post, but I've been reading over the messages as I'm writing this and I've come to the realisation: they sent me the 28 messages before their friend had passed on the letter to them.

So probable order of events

I sent a letter via their friend -> they message me out of the blue 28 times then reblock -> i pin a note to my blog -> they receive the letter I sent via the friend -> they message me again to yell about that letter.

OK that makes more sense based on what they said.

Anyway. They yell at me. Again. Understandable now as they just got the letter. But they say I'm suicide baiting them, Again!? Now I really wish I had the letter so I can try to see how they came to that conclusion. I mean, maybe because it's tone is of a goodbye (as I think I'll never hear from them again). I'm just confused on that one.

They demand I delete the fake blog. I try to insist I never once suicide bated them. They don't care anymore. They declare the letter via the friend was the last straw and they had now no hope the relationship could be recovered. Which was surprising as I'd thought they were long past that point by now. It was sad but I think I needed to hear them say that.

I said goodbye because I knew they were about to block me a final time. And I said I'll go delete the fake blog. After which they blocked me before I'd finished typing "I'm sorry" again.

So. I'm glad I got to talk this out. It was therapeutic and allowed me to examine myself and my bad decisions. I almost hope none of you read it. I'm going to leave it here, however, as a warning to others to not get to close to me. Or at least make sure those who do know how fucked up I am.

I do want to hear comments and criticisms, sympathies and condemnations. Of me only. No criticism of my former beloved friend.

#Tw Suicide #self destructive behavior #self analysis #tw grief #Pointless pain #Irrevocable relationship breakdown #animal death

2 notes · View notes

ghostampede · 1 year

Text

i didn’t realize i had a type but then i saw trigun and yeah things make sense now

7 notes · View notes

saunne · 6 months

Text

Writing - Reflection and Personal Analysis (Pt 1)

(mostly rambling, if you want to read what I plan to do for the rest of NaNo, wait for the Part 2)

So I've been putting this off for two days, but I guess the end of the first week of NaNo is a good date for this kind of personal reflection. During this week of writing, of attempting to write, of abandoning writing and of writer's anxiety, I had time to think about a couple of things, to have some fairly enlightening insights on others and to better understand the whole mess I'm in.

This post is mainly for me, to keep track of my thoughts, my process and my difficulties and it may be long, so good luck to those who take the time to read my whole rambling. Cause this is but a frustrated braindump lol

First Issue - Brain is an obsessive 5yo without parental supervision

The first problem I have would be that I love writing. I really like writing. I always have a lot of imagination and a lot of ideas and therefore, in fact, a lot of WIPs, mainly fanfiction. I am part of several fandoms and I mostly operate with a main fandom and two-three secondary fandoms.

I have a tendency towards quite severe obsessive hyperfixation. This isn't new, it's something I've known for years, but that doesn't mean it's easy to deal with. My current obsessive hyperfixation is SVSSS. My current obsessive hyperfixation is not my Original Project, Erasde.

This is a Problem.

This is a problem because I keep thinking about SVSSS. My daydreams, my dreams, my ideas, my thoughts are almost constantly towards this fandom. I've had a Self-Insert living rent-free in my head for a while now. It's all-consuming. It's inevitable. It's obsessive.

My brain wants to work on these ideas and WIPs, read fics and daydream scenarios all day. My brain doesn't give a shit that it's NaNo and I was planning to work on Erasde.

I'm currently REALLY frustrated. Because I have to work on NaNo (and my thesis, but that's another problem), but my brain is a 5 year old chanting "SVSSS, SVSSS, SVSSS" over and over. I can't work on what I need to work on and I can't work on what I want to work on because of what I need to work on.

I'm really feeling like : (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Second Issue - IRL mugged me in a back alley

This year is a relatively light year for me. Which is good, considering I'm recovering from a burnout that had been brewing for two years and exploded with full force in November of last year. I was an emotional wreck, a wreck at work and study, and I was probably an ass to everyone who knew me back then.

I'm technically finished with my studies and I don't have any more classes to take. I just have to write my dissertation and prepare my oral exam to be able to validate my diploma. I have a small job that means I only work on Sundays, but I sometimes take a few shifts during the week for a little extra money. I do a little volunteering at the LGBT center, something I've wanted to do for years.

I went back to regular therapy, got an ADHD diagnosis that should have been done years ago, and I'm starting to understand why certain periods of my life and some of my relationships were so fucking screwed.

I'm healing, even if it's slow.

But I still have a lot of moments of no energy, of no desire, of stalled motivation, of fed-up-with-everything, of wanting to disappear into the nearest forest, of wanting to not having to speak for 5 and a half years and such.

So let's say that my spoons refill is very... random. Which is complicated during a challenge like NaNo, which requires a lot more energy than I thought. If I do NaNo, I have to sacrifice the energy for something else except sometimes there's nothing to sacrifice which makes it... complicated.

And it's also not something I particularly want to complain about with my friends or my family, who work 35 hours or more/week, in very demanding jobs. That would just be a dick move.

Third Issue - Brain won't brain correctly

Well, that's not new either. My brain hasn't brained properly for years, university life and my mental health on the ground have only made it worse but we're getting by. I will soon be put on treatment for ADHD, with Menylphredate. The cardiologist gave her approval so I collect my prescription at the end of the month, at the next appointment. I have very, very high hopes for this treatment.

But the fact is, my brain doesn't brain. In addition to not being able to concentrate, everything is mixed up in my head.

The biggest problem is a language problems. I am a native French speaker, but I have become accustomed over the last 4 years to writing almost exclusively in English. The vast majority of my writing in French was assignments for university, courses and analysis papers. I can no longer write fiction in French. Everything I write feels off, uncomfortable, messy, meaningless and it's fucking FRUSTRATING.

The mixing of styles is also a problem. I don't have a defined "novel" style. I have a fanfiction writing style, which I have worked on and which has evolved with my practice over the last few years, but I have no basis in style for a novel. Which has been really annoying this week because everything I've written makes me want to send my laptop flying out the window.

The fact is also that in parallel with NaNo and my fics, I have to write my thesis. I'm shitty with academic methodology and almost literally have to rewire my entire functioning to write academic papers, so when I then have to write fiction, it goes haywire. It's tiring. I'm currently on a short schedule to send the first part for review to my teacher and it's taken up all my energy and my ability to function this past week.

And I won't be free of this shit until February at best, April at worst.

┻━┻ ︵＼( °□° )／︵ ┻━┻

Fourth Issue - There is a Whole World in my head

Originally, Erasde was just a worldbuilding project. Like, worldbuilding for the sake of doing worldbuilding, to put the cool facts I was learning in history class in one place and absorb my excess imagination to be able to concentrate on my classes.

It then became a sort of "refuge" for my favorite fandom OCs, reworked to adapt to this new universe, and then joined by old OCs from an original project and finally by OCs native to the project.

The fact is that I built this world for 3 years, it's still not finished but damn, I have a fuckton of information to pass on, so many things that serve as clues, from Chekhov's gun, forshadowing and... Yeah, it's a nameless mess. I'm not necessarily the most organized person in the world, but we've reached a new level of fuckery with Erasde.

Figuring out how to organize all this mess is what blocks me the most about writing NaNo. Because it's not a fanfic. The people who read don't know the setting like I know it, they have to discover it and there is a limit to what the "in situ" setting can do.

Fifth Issue - Planning didn't go as planned

Because I should have planned and I didn't. Well yes, I did it, but not correctly. Or not enough. Or both.

With fanfics, since I know the setting and the characters and I don't have a fuckton of information to pass along to make myself understood, this would have been less of a problem. I can get away with writing a multi-chapter fics mostly in freestyle, complete improvisation, or with the barest handful of notes.

I CAN'T DO THAT WITH A NOVEL.

Which will conclude this long rambling post and take us to part two, where I will actually explain my plan of action.

#writing process #writing analysis #writeblr #writing #self analysis #personal practice #mental health #personal issues #erasde #unneism

4 notes · View notes