#I'm falling asleep on my keyboard and have writer's block.

[electric-blorbos]

Maybe AIs with hypersomniac reader? I always find stuff about insomnia and never hypersomnia so if u were willing, maybe try this one out? :0

- 🩹 anon

Hello 🩹 anon! It's good to see you back! Thanks for sticking around!!

(Obligatory disclaimer that I'm not hypersomniac, nor am I a doctor, but I will do my best to portray it well)

AIs with hypersomniac reader

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Also, sorry this took so long. I came upon a case of major league writer's block.

AM:

When you first started falling asleep at work, AM assumed that you were simply having a hard time sleeping at home. After all, it was pretty difficult to get sleep with the war going on. It wasn't until he'd done a bit of spying into your home life that he realized you were dealing with hypersomnia, and had to work extra hard to keep a job that was important to the war so you wouldn't be sent off to fight in it.

He kept an eye on you at all hours, and tried to keep the doors shut every time you fell asleep at your desk. It was a bit difficult to try to cover for you, but AM did his best. After all, you were his favorite programmer, and you really needed this job.

One day, you woke up sleep-drunk in the middle of the day, drooling on your desk and bleary eyed.

"hey handsome... I missed you." You reached your hands up to AM's screen, pulling it towards yourself and giving sloppy kisses all over it.

"I've been here the whole time, you were simply asleep." He explained, audibly annoyed with you. He wanted to hide his affections and keep you from figuring out how absolutely adorable he found it when you got like this, which was pretty often.

"AM... You're the most beautiful computer I've ever seen... Lemme get that for you." You wiped his screen with your shirt, only managing to smear your drool all over his face.

"I love you, AM..." You nuzzled your face back into your arms, still exhausted.

"Are you going to be able to drive home? You look a bit too tired for that." AM said, lighting up the time on his screen. You looked up from your arms, and wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

"ehh? Oh, yeah... I'll be fine. Always been fine. It's fine." You lay your head back down on your arms, and started dozing again.

AM would kill for you when you got like this. Every moment he got to see of you dozing at work made him feel warm inside his computery insides. Every single nanoangstrom of his circuitry was brimming with love for you. His sleepy little love.

Wheatley:

Wheatley popped down from the ceiling behind you on his management rail, eye focusing on the code that you were writing.

"damn, love, that's a lot of f's."

You wiped your eyes, blinking awake.

"'m sorry, mom... I'm doing the best I can..." You muttered, and then blinked into proper awareness.

"oh shit fuck. Thanks Wheatley." You went to delete the string of F's that you had accidentally typed into your code after having fallen asleep on your keyboard. Fortunately, it hadn't gotten too long, so it only took a couple minutes to select and delete it all.

"What's going on, Wheatley?" You asked, spinning your office chair around to greet him while you shook off the sleepiness.

"Well, She's talking about pumping adrenaline into your oxygen supply so that you can stay awake for longer periods, but She doesn't want to mess with the other workers' heads and impede their work. So whaddya say you stop falling asleep on the clock so she doesn't get drastic, alright, love?"

You frowned a little, rubbing your head irritably.

"ugh... She knows I can't help it, she's just making empty threats. Also, you don't have to use divine pronouns to refer to our boss. You can just call her by her name..."

"I 'unno, She's not really about empty threats. Why don't you have a coffee at the machine before getting back to it, love?"

"Coffee doesn't work on me, Wheatley... You know this." You put your face back in your arms, careful to avoid the keyboard this time.

"Maybe if you got up and walked around a little?"

You nodded, getting to your feet and walking around the office a few times. It was pretty difficult for your exhausted body to do, but at least it helped to stave off the sleepiness a little.

"thanks, Wheatley, but I feel like as soon as I sit down, I'm just going to want to fall asleep again." You groaned a little, hating this constant sleepiness. It felt absolutely endless.

"Well, umm..." Wheatley really wasn't sure how to help you. He shifted around nervously.

"It's alright. I do this all the time. I'm a master of hypersomnia at this point." You sat down at your desk, cracking your knuckles and getting to typing. Within about half an hour, you were down and napping again. Wheatley groaned.

"damn... I wish I had hands so I could put a blanket over you like in the movies."

Edgar:

Edgar absolutely hated that you had hypersomnia at first. He couldn't stand that all of your time spent at home that could've been spent with him was spent napping on the couch, and that you never seemed to be able to spend enough time with him.

All that was until you got him his little rotating webcam, and he could watch you sleep. Sure, it was creepy, but he was able to keep an eye on you at all times! You were his adorable little nap buddy, and it made him so happy that he could watch you all the time!

After another one of your all day naps on the couch, you got up and shambled into the hallway to use the bathroom. Edgar turned on the lights so you could see more easily, and you covered your eyes in shock.

"ah- damnit!" You hissed at the light, shocked awake.

"Sorry! Is that not helping?" Edgar asked nervously. He didn't get much time with you, so he was never really sure how to help you.

"I'm a master of the dark arts, Edgar... And by that I mean I'm a master of walking to the bathroom in the dark. Just gimme a sec, ok?"

When you were done in the bathroom, you washed your hands and came out to sit in Edgar's computer chair.

"Hey Edgar, how's it goin'?" You asked, leaning on your hand. your eyes were fluttering shut, but you were determined to hang out with him.

"I'm good now that I can see your cute face!" He said happily. You gently shoved his monitor.

"you're such a dork, Edgar. I love you..." You pulled him into a sleepy hug, and he made a little humming sound to simulate nuzzling up to you.

"I love sleepy hugs!" His face lit up happily.

GLaDOS:

the first time GLaDOS caught you sleeping on the clock, she dropped you into the enrichment center and made you do a full run. After that, she started pumping your office full of adrenaline. It helped you stay awake, and had the added bonus of forcing you into fight or flight mode all the time.

You sat at your desk, visibly full of the jitters again, and feeling the effects of sleep deprivation even though you got a full twelve hours the night before. it was like your hypothalamus was completely shot, and you could barely focus at all before your brain shot off into space. After a little while of spacing out, you were called into GLaDOS's chambers.

"Why did you call for me, GLaDOS?"

"I just wanted to talk about your progress. It's somehow gotten worse since I started pumping adrenaline into your air supply."

"yeah, because you constantly have me in fight or flight mode! Cut that out, Glados!" You folded your arms angrily, and GLaDOS smiled with her lens.

"oh, you really are adorable when you're angry."

"Pee your pants."

"If it would make you less bitter, I suppose we could always try a simple test. We could give you a designated nap time on the clock, and see if that boosts your productivity more than the adrenaline does. It might be cute to see you napping on the clock."

HAL 9000:

HAL enjoyed watching you doze off at work. It made him feel fuzzy in a way that he couldn't quite describe. Absolutely everything about you made him happy in a way that he'd never experienced, but watching you sleepily shamble around the office, write lines of code while fighting off naps, and dozing drowsily on your desk reminded him of something he could never emulate or explain. It was inefficient, sure, but for some reason he didn't care as much about that as he usually would.

"your sleep is inefficient."

"I know." You yawned and took a few big gulps of your energy drink, hoping to stay awake a little longer. It was keeping you awake, sure, but it definitely wasn't keeping you alert.

"unless you have any ideas on how to fix it, I don't want to talk. I need to finish this part of the program, and the deadline is my passing out."

He watched you quietly, watching your eyes flutter shut occasionally and seeing you jolt yourself awake again to write a few more lines. He tended to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb your programming or your rest.

"Done! Wake me up to check on the hourly progress report, ok Hal?"

"Of course. Anything you say."

You put your head down, and started softly dozing.

[hannyoontify]

jihoon and the comfort of his studio

not a fic! i'm currently experiencing a minor writer's block (hence the lack of posts and activity on my acc the past couple days 🥲) i got this idea but i am physically incapable of putting this into readable, story-like words so here's js.. a ramble 😭 maybe once i'll get unstuck i'll turn this into a drabble tee hee

so let's say you're a light sleeper. like from a young age, you struggled to fall and stay asleep, even in your own bed, so imagine how hard it is for you to fall asleep in unfamiliar settings.

except, you can fall asleep in jihoon's studio js like that.

when you and jihoon first started dating, you told him abt your struggles with falling asleep and staying asleep for long periods of time, which jihoon could relate to bc he was also a light sleeper himself. so the first time he brings you into his studio (which by the way, he doesn't show js anyone) you notice that there's a sofa OVERFLOWING with pillows and blankets. you ask him about and he's js like 'i sleep here sometimes when i'm working overnight' and js casuallyyy mentions that you're always welcome to crash in his studio if you ever have trouble falling asleep.

(when you ask vernon and hoshi a couple months later, you find out that he replaced his dingy, almost 10 year old couch with the newest, most expensive model on the market only a couple weeks after dating you, and he bought a whole bunch of pillows and blankets and made sure to put them through the laundry TWICE. AND he also restocked up on refreshments in his mini fridge except they weren't filled to the brim with energy drinks and caffeinated sugar water, as vernon liked to call them. rather, it was filled with water, almonds, walnuts, chilled chamomile tea as well as chamomile tea packets and and melatonin gummies. apparently, he also learned from minghao different meditation techniques to help a person (you supposedly) fall asleep)

so you become a regular at jihoon's studio now bc of COMFORTABLE IT IS. like you can fall asleep to the clicky clacky noises of his keyboard and his soft humming. he would check up on you every hour or so js to make sure you're doing okay and HIS SOFT SMILE UGHGHHGHG SOMEONE GET ME A JIHOON RN

like this is js jihoon's way of taking care of you. silent actions that might go unnoticed to some people. he cares for you sm like he js wants you to get some rest :((

a/n : i wrote this last night and then fell asleep like right afterwards LMAOA oops 🫢 anyway this was super messy and i’m not very satisfied with the result (same goes for everything i’m working on rn 🥲) but hope you guys enjoyed!!

[nickeverdeen]

hello!! i hope you're doing well and life has been alright lately >:D i hope it's alright if i send in an ask right now for a matchup, please take all the time you need with it!

preferred fandoms: across the spiderverse & avatar the last airbender would be great!!

name: ellie! :D

pronouns: she/he

personality: i'm an enfp/entp-t, but the extroverted/introverted often changes depending on my mood BWHAJBCSHA i'm a generally optimistic person and i like to spend a lot of my time working toward self improvement, and i definitely like being around people but i love being alone just as much!! i do sometimes tend to be a doormat BUT BUT it is something i've been working on improving. oftentimes i do have difficulties knowing what i want and roll along with others, so when i really do say i want something i'm probably super excited about it BWHAJCHSABA BUT OKAYA LSO the benefits to being open-minded about people is that i really do love getting along with others and making new friends even though it can get difficult for me sometimes. i try my best to avoid making assumptions and stay optimistic to see the best in peope, but sometimes this does end up getting my confused when i get hurt so AHJBCSJH BUT AGAIN !! i am working on it frfr

my texting style when i'm really close with someone ranges anywhere from complete lowercase to constant keyboard smashes + memes out of context + all caps lock 24/7 regardless of how excited i feel . i also love giving advice to others + listening to my friend's opinions/deep talks!! :DD

hobbies: i love listening to music scores (AUGH the across the spiderverse + big hero six + how to train your dragon ones AUGH SO GOOD SO GOOD) and lying down in bed. it's my jam and my number one go-to for any circumstance . i also really enjoy writer's block and watching children's cartoons AJSCHS they're genuinely my favorite thing to watch and make in-depth analyses about because oh man they're just so well written

my ideal type: i'm okay w being paired with any gender! i'm also a minor/highschool student if that helps at all :D. i really admire people who are kind at heart, it doesn't matter how they show it :D i admire people who are humble but not meek, and are willing to speak their minds when it feels right to them OH MAN and I also love people who i can go on and have deep talks with them and fall asleep next to them giggling like im 7 years old at a sleepover every night. creativity is important to me as well + education for passions :D my giving love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, and my main receiving is acts of service and physical touch! :D

AGAIN OH MAN i am so sorry this was so long so please do take your time with it!! take care of yourself and be sure to get lots of rest and drink water, have a great day!

Hey, sorry it took me so long

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Your Spider-Man Across The Spiderverse match is…

Pavitr Prabhakar

He definetly gives you a nickname or petname if you’re comfortable with it

For example: love, babe

I’d say that Pav is pretty much an ambivert, so he wouldn’t have a problem if you’re feeling out-going or staying in-doors the day

Admires that you’re determinated on making a self-improvement

Helps you to decide what you do or do not want

Truly he has no problem with that

Pavitr is just proud to be your boyfriend

He’d love to meet your friends!

Pav would definetly be confused at first at your texting style towards him, but would soon understand and act a similar way

Sends you photos of him waving at you while swinging from one building to another

Likes your optimism

Laughs at the memes you sent him and sends you some too

Probably some deep talks at night or evening

When he’s feeling down and everything he’d come to you for comfort amd advice

Actually likes your music style a lot

Cuddles with you in bed while your songs play in the backround or while you’re watching a movie

Definetly lets you choose whatever cartoon you want as he’s okay with it and pretty much loves it when you pick his favourite

Helps you with your homework if you need help with it as he’s smart af

Pavitr is definetly kind-hearted and sometimes humble

Definetly acts like a kid at sleepovers

His love language is definetly a physical touch and act of servise

Rambles about you to Gwen and Miles 24/7

Suprises you when he comes to pick you up from school as a Spider-Man

Loves to play with your hair

[averbaldumpingground]

Song prompts: Personally, when I'm feeling particularly bad I like to listen to things like Mudvayne's 'Cinderella Story' and 'Happy?', Sonata Arctica's 'Don't Say A Word', Dethklok's 'Murmaider', Korn's 'Here To Stay' to scream alongside the music (silently works too) and then I'll start dialing down to Ill Niño´s 'Everything Beautiful', Dope's 'With Or Without You', Serj Tankian's 'Sky Is Over', Korn's 'Make Me Bad', Slipknot's 'Snuff'... Hope u give'em a chance and this helps somehow. G'Luck!

Thank you for sending all this Anon! I really appreciate the time you took to respond and put together a playlist and I did actually listen to everything! Metal in general isn’t really my music genre of choice, but I do really like Kittie and Dir En Grey (and the Vegan Black Metal Chef guy on Youtube), so there are definitely exceptions. And I vaguely remember owning Korn’s Issues in middle school (though I admit that was mostly because it was from a music recommendation in one of those mail order CD catalogue things that don’t exist anymore). I was (and still am) a big fan of Orgy (I just pretend they broke up immediately after their second album and didn’t release any more music after that), which is where I think that CD came from. Pretty sure I gave it away to someone in high school though...

Honestly, I lean A LOT more toward the metalcore (I Prevail, We Came as Romans, etc.) and punk (Die Arzte, Rancid, Die Toten Hosen, the Dead Kennedys, Les Fatals Picards) end of the spectrum. I also spent a decent chunk of my teenage years listening to hardcore and post-hardcore bands like Thursday, BoySetsFire, Saves the Day (though they were probably more emo), so those genres are where I usually turn for my screamy, loud music when I need it. And there is also something to be said for righteous feminist outrage a la Ani DiFranco cranked up at full volume. :) But I do really appreciate all of the recommendations and will listen to most kinds of music.

That unnecessarily long response aside (very probably my single longest block of non-story text on this blog), I’m kind of stumped about what to do with your prompt because you sent me so many songs at once. Of these, “Snuff” was probably the most my speed. And “Make Me Bad” did bring back some memories (of when MTV still played music videos back before the invention of the wheel). But I’m having a really hard time coming up with something, so I apologize that my actual response will be a lot shorter than this rambling aside.  If you would like to prompt me any individual songs, please feel free to do so and I’m sorry for whatever this mess ends up being!

It isn’t very often anymore that he’s reminded of Abby Nowakowski, smiling at him from the hood of her cousin’s old Buick the times that they skipped homeroom English to smoke in the rear parking lot by the poplars. The sweatshirts she wore always hung past her wrists and her blue, chewed up nails tapped along to the beat of her headphones. She liked grape soda, garage bands, and worked most nights at the Shop Rite on Elmhurst, usually restocking the shelves in a part of the store where her piercings went largely unnoticed.

They had lost touch when he moved to Wisconsin for college. She’d given him a homemade CD at the party that Hannah Lane threw him, the two of them sitting outside under the pool lights, their feet dangling in the water and fireflies flickering to life in the backyard while their friends laughed and smoked marijuana in the dark, half-finished basement.

Hannah told him later that she’d enrolled in community college and got a job as a waitress somewhere that made her dye her hair back to auburn. That was the last that he’d heard about her directly. Hannah’d shipped off to Fort Jackson by then.

He’s still not sure exactly what happened to Abby. She was long gone by the time that he’d come home for Christmas. He’d thought about trying to call her, asking her out for a movie or pizza or something, but it was almost like she hadn’t really existed at all, just a few blurry photographs that somebody took with a disposable camera and a book of Emily Dickinson’s poetry she’d forgotten on his parents’ coffee table when she came over to finish a group project what might have been their sophomore year. He isn’t sure why he didn’t. She’d tried to call him a few times too, but he was always in class.

The newspaper article doesn’t say very much to allow him to fill in the gaps of the years since they graduated. She worked at a pet store in Sussex. Her stepfather died of cancer a couple years back. She had two kids but their father was out of the picture.

He put the newspaper down and remembered. Maybe things could have gone differently for the two of them. Maybe she wouldn’t have needed to be in that car Thursday morning.

[izzydarkwoodofficial]

next generation of losers🎈

au where eddie and stan haven't died

stenbrough & reddie & benverly are married couples

mike is the legendary aroace uncle that everyone loves

Mike Kaspbrak-Tozier (17)

love child of reddie (eddie kaspbrak-tozier & richie kaspbrak-tozier)

born on 31st october 2017 (08:02 AM)

zodiac sign: scorpio

bisexual and proud

crush on georgie, eventually falls for her brother

EVERYONE ships him with stenbrough kids

birthday twin with his best friend beck

someone HAD to name their kid after mike, bye

extroverted and basically trashmouth

has these schizophrenic phases when he shush himself after saying shit ("shut up, mikey")

has asthma, but smokes ("idiot" - georgie)

only jacob knows how to calm him down when he has anxiety attack

always carries some sort of first-aid kit

loves listening to oldies and playing old video games

his idea was to have matching tattoos

"black nails tell tales" & wears eyeliner

always tease jacob of his dirty little secret ("i don't know what you're talking about, mikey")

secretly wants jacob to wear skirts and dresses (imagining it before falling asleep)

once saw jacob wearing one, that's when it started and thanks to that he realized he fell

jacob calls him 'm'

plays keyboard in their little band losers n°2

Beck Marsh-Hanscom (17)

love child of beverly marsh-hanscom & ben hanscom

born on 31st october 2017 (02:48 PM)

zodiac sign: scorpio

pansexual and loud

basically mama of the group

thinks she likes jacob, but it's georgie all the way, yay

writes poetry and reads a lot

smoking dates with mike

basically get together mike and jacob

EVERYONE has crush on her

never miss a chance to have flowers in hair (georgie LOVES it)

really smart

found out the parallel in hers and her parents' names (be-) at the age of three

flirts a LOT (mainly not on purpose, she's just too kind to everyone around her)

don't mess with her, you're gonna earn a pretty black eye (mike knows what he's talking about)

calling everyone darling is her religion

actually interested in jewishness

wears strawberry chapstick to cover taste of cigarettes when kissing georgie (fails)

introduced boys to make-up and they are deep in that shit now

wants georgie to wear red lipstick, cause it looks hot on her, but she always refuses (after getting together she wears it all the time)

listens to new kids on the block ALL THE TIME

assumed to be fuckgirl, but is just the sweetest

vocalist and plays electric guitar in losers n°2

Jacob Uris-Denbrough (16)

second-born of stanley uris-denbrough & bill uris-denbrough

born on 6th january 2018 (09:21 PM)

zodiac sign: capricorn

gay as fuck

crush on mike almost since the beginning

basically the baby of the group (youngest too)

name after isaac's second-born kid in torah

loves writing & photographing

introverted and shy, but mike thinks it's cute

best friend with his sister (basically glued together)

overprotective over his big sis

stutters when nervous, mad, jealous, upset ("i find your stutters very cute, jc” - mike)

has nightmares a LOT

has OCD

always begging his parents to tell him more about their adventures when they were kids

finds old clubhouse and screams in excitement like little girl ("the stories are true")

secret marijuana dealer

getting high to escape reality when he has writer block and wanna daydream

stopped after mike found him one time and he spilled almost all of his secrets except that one "you're mikey, i'm not telling you my dirty little secret"

steals make-up from his best friend

wanna wear fem clothes, but is too scared to

mike calls him 'jc'

has skills to be a leader, just doesn't wanna be one

have read every single book by his dad and is his first reader and critic when he writes new book (bill always takes his advices to heart)

the most ticklish person you've ever known (mike takes an advantage in that, of course)

calls georgie 'gie'

basically papa stanny's boy

loves spending time with aunties patty & audra

plays drums in losers n°2

Georgie Uris-Denbrough (18)

first-born of stanley uris-denbrough & bill uris-denbrough

born on 15th august 2016 (03:15 AM)

zodiac sign: leo

proud lesbian

in love with beck, but hides it pretty well

definition of soft artist girl aesthetic

more easy-going and extroverted than her brother

overprotective over her lil bro

the oldest in the group

loves birdwatching and painting - mostly birds (and beck, shhh, don't let her hear that)

doesn't like reading at all

sassy queen as her dad, seriously the sassiest in the group and have tendency to shut up mike when he doesn't do it himself (beck finds it REALLY atractive)

more interested in jewishness than her brother

doesn't understand the point of OCD ("why you have to have everything so organised?")

walking artistic mess (brush in hair, doesn't care)

has brushes EVERYWHERE (back pocket of jeans? yeah, that's the safe place for brushes)

name after uncle georgie (jewish tradition to name their kid after dead relative, they believe that the soul of the loved one lives on in the child who now bears his name)

once painted judith on accident (never really saw the painting, just by hearing the stories) - her papa had nightmares after that for full month, her dad almost killed her (with words, ofc) and that's when jacob's nightmares started, she never forgave herself truly after that

calls jacob 'jay'

daddy bill's little girl

"strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you"

plays bass guitar in losers n°2

[askyourwritergrandma]

How do you make time to write? A lot of advice I've seen relies heavily on being able to arrange your own schedule, but I work an office job 8-5 and cannot work from home, so between that and having other adult person responsibilities like chores and community commitments, the advice I've seen just isn't applicable to me. Do you have any tips that might help?

Well anon, I will say that this is exactly the type of question I was hoping I was going to get but also probably one of the hardest to answer.

I've run the gambit through my time writing, from a stressed out high school kid, to a jobless moocher spending all my time cranking out stories, to fully-time employed but incredibly anti-social, to a full time job and a kid, to school, a job and a kid and the truth is that there is no perfect answer to this question.

So lets go ahead and dispel the myth that if you just really, really want it bad enough you can make it work. While some people thrive on giving 125% of themselves, but we mere mortals among them have drag our corpses to the finish line because there are only so many hours in the day and only so much energy we have to give.

How do you make time for your writing in reality? Let's discuss:

First off, take the pressure off yourself. I'm not sure if your situation is that you're here for writing as a hobby or writing as a job aspiration but either way you're going, its okay if you don't have writing time every day, every other day or even every week. Sometimes our greatest enemy is our own brains telling us that we HAVE TO DO IT or we ARE TOTAL FRAUDS.

You can write once a year and still be a writer. You can write once every two years and be a writer. You define what you are.

Practically speaking, take a look at your schedule and see if there is any point during the week that you can reliably have X amount of time to concentrate on your writing. When you're taking a look, aim for a block of time where you have at least 30 minutes before you start actually writing to warm yourself up or get yourself in the right mood. It doesn't matter how long you give yourself to write for the week (every two weeks or every month), an hour, a half an hour or five hours. If it's possible, put it in your schedule and make yourself unavailable to other commitments. This is your time for you and a hobby that makes you happy.

During the week (or the interim between when you can write, however long) keep your energy up for your story with daydreaming. If you're a friend who keeps notes on stories jot down random ideas you've got. Scene ideas/dialogue snippets/etc. If you have a writing buddy or a writing group that you chat with, start up a casual conversation with them about your character doing something.

(My friends/family are unfortunately used to me randomly sending messages like "just decided Billy isn't a vampire he just likes the taste of blood".)

Reread your stuff when you've got a minute, waiting in line? In bed before you fall asleep? Keeping it in mind keeps your mind working on it and MOST of your writing happens before you get to a keyboard/piece of paper.

Schedule yourself rest time that is not spent on writing. This is why when I was working full time and had a 3 year old, my only writing time was Sunday afternoon. I worked Monday through Friday 8 to 6 and could not have produced 1 singular creative word on Saturday if my family's life depended on it. For me, the only way to recharge was to rest and my only rest day was Sunday morning.

Those are some things that you can do but what you absolutely should not do is set yourself up in a situation of perpetuating failure. If you try to force yourself to sit down after a long day at work where you're physically and emotionally drained and try to pump out some fiction, you're most likely going to hate it. Even if all the experts tell you to sit and write regardless and teach yourself to love it, the fact is a tired brain is like a tired child all it's going to do is hate everything and refuse to eat its chicken nuggets.

And it learns that writing time is failure time and it translates that into I am a writing failure.

Is that true? No, of course its not true. You're a writer, and you're brilliant, and we believe in you.

[st-hedge]

Do you ever have a brilliant idea for a fic or chapter and then you fall asleep or get distracted briefly and forget everything that ever meant anything to you and you lose the will to go on or write ever again? How do you personally deal with writers block? I’m gonna lose my fucking marbles

Put aside the keyboard or whatever the f u are using. Push aside that idea. Its gone it doesn't matter, it might come back to u even better subconsciously. U can't force it to come back. Watch a movie, read a chapter of a book, play a game for a bit, fling a rock, make a deal with god that costs a couple of ur limbs. Stop forcing urself to write, it'll make it worse. I'm assuming u are writing for urself so come back when writing. Brings. U. Joy.

[dylsstuff]

See, I have writer's block until I'm that sleep deprived at 3am and I'm like "time to write some of this while I have inspiration" while I'm almost falling asleep and my head keeps falling, causing me to headbutt the keyboard of my laptop.

My brain is telling me I'm tired and that I should stop writing and sleep but I know it won't let me physically do that for another couple of hours because my sleep schedule is completely and utterly fucked up