#but i did nearly finish two separate wip chapters today after leaving work so fucking depressed so this strikes me as entertaining

[wetcatspellcaster]

work-fic balance seems to be.

4.30-6.00 (1.5hrs after clocking out): i am beyond exhausted. i am a burned out husk. I will never know creativity or productivity, ever again. i will waste my evening, and then my life. capitalism has killed off my ability to write.

8pm: get hit by the most intense urge to write, unlike anything i've ever felt before in my life.

10pm-onwards: the sexual tension between me, the wip document, and my newly scheduled bedtime.