Letter To Weasel Boy
Dear Work In Progress,
Screaming that you have to be finished “OMG TODAY NOW NOW NOW WTFBBQLLAMA WHY ARE YOU SITTING THERE WHEN I NEED TO BE FINISHED?!!!?!!!1!” is not guaranteed to make me do what you want.
As a matter of fact, it is guaranteed to make me dig in my heels and refuse to do anything. Especially when I have kids to take on a shopping expedition and dinner to make as well as a tonne of housework to be done.
Stop it. I refuse. I’ve GOT to get this stuff done, I’ve been working nonstop for the last month. I just finished those revisions. Go away.
Quit sitting in my head and making little quivering noises. That doesn’t help.
*time passes*
OH OKAY. FINE. I’ll bloody well drop everything and write one scene. ONE. You got that? Just one.
No love,
Me
PS: I fully realize I’m doomed. Try not to cheer and do a victory lap.
Damn stories.
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