Dissatisfaction
For no particular reason, dissatisfied with the world in general and my writing in particular today. I assume this is the Summer Slump visiting again. Also probably not helped by the fact that any day now I have to pack literally my whole room into bags and boxes, because not only am I going back to Albany in a week and a half, but once I'm gone my mother is having every floor in the house torn up, so all our stuff has to be stored away downstairs for the duration of the construction.
What's wrong with our house the way it is? Sane people don't destroy their houses every other year. Our living room is amazing and revolutionary and brand new, she rebuilt the whole damn wing of the house no more than three years ago, and she's totally destroying it now.
I won't recognize my house by wintertime.
I feel like my writing/stories should be more... dark?
What's wrong with our house the way it is? Sane people don't destroy their houses every other year. Our living room is amazing and revolutionary and brand new, she rebuilt the whole damn wing of the house no more than three years ago, and she's totally destroying it now.
I won't recognize my house by wintertime.
I feel like my writing/stories should be more... dark?

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*whimpers and hides from that one Eric/Kelvin piece*
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Evil things HAPPEN every now and again, but that doesn't make the STORY dark... and the writing that goes into the story isn't dark either. Yes, that one time Kelvin poisons Eric and things are a little mentally imbalanced for a while, but the rest of the time Daniel's story is fluffy things like family bonding and friendship and real love, and the writing I use is really good for that. It would sort of ruin the story if I changed the mood that drastically.
So that's why I can be perfectly happy with the way Daniel's story is, but still feel that my writing would be better if I could only write with more darkness... But I can't. It bothers me.