#the numbers suggest i'm dropping lovingly-rendered prose directly into the void

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writing with imposter syndrome in the driver's seat is just humming "no one caaares, no one caaaares, no one caaaares at allll

but iiiii care, so nyah nyah nyaaaaah" as i round the bend of yet another 10k words, and punching onward toward the next

#notes? way down! comments? way down! hits? waaaay down! #the numbers suggest i'm dropping lovingly-rendered prose directly into the void #but i can't get these motherfuckers out of my head so onward i press! #and for all six of the people who are excited whenever i get around to posting: platonic hand kisses one and all