Why is this so hard?

in #anxietylast month

I forgot how this was. The anxiety. The effort. The fear.

The last few days I've been trying to think of what different things I could write about on here. Maybe talk about some tools, in the sense of programs, that I use, on my computer. Maybe write about some games? Maybe write about some older TV shows I've been watching lately? Maybe a movie or anime review? I kept thinking I should just write fiction. I thought that would be pretty easy and people might be more willing to reward it.

Not that the reward is the only thing, but I do have an account I need to build back up.

Then I start a freewrite based on the fear of your feet dangling off the bed and having to hide them under the covers...and it's TOO FUCKING LONG! I knew it was going too long even as I wrote it, but there were scenes that I wanted to have to go through the interpersonal dynamics. Even if they were "pointless" scenes. They established the characters. And it just kept on going longer and longer.

OVER 6500 words! WTF! WHY!?!? WHY DID I GO ON THAT LONG! It took hours to write!

I didn't mean to!

Now it's too fucking long and most people will nope out without reading it.

Obligatory link to hopefully have someone maybe read it, after I already said how it's too fucking long.

And now here I am trying to figure out how the fuck this place works anymore and if there are places where you can self promote. I'm guessing they're all on Discord? Maybe Reddit?

I fucking hate Discord. It's full of noises and there's too much going on and it's a third party private server with privacy concerns. I don't even remember what my name or password is anyway.

When I left there were like communities and things and I'm still trying to figure it all out, and here I am writing more, after writing too much, and writing myself into a corner.

I thought maybe I could talk about this anxiety and ask about how things work now but the anxiety is making me all disjointed.

This place is hard.

I just want to fall back in place again.

But I also remember a lot of the communities were hard too. They involved reading and curating a lot of posts and voting on them. It was all so hard.

I don't get how this place works anymore and I keep trying to read more and more and it feels so slow going.

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The beatings will continue until morale improves.

What are you a doctor?

I just need to figure out how this place works again.

It hurts my brain.

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LOL! WTF!

MOO DENG

I know. I've seen Moo Deng on other social media.

I was just laughing and WTFing at your meme, not the existence of a baby hippopotamus.

It's actually a T-shirt I just bought for my girlfriend's birthday.
Cracks me up.

MOO DENG!

I think it's more about attracting the right readers. You know, the kind where writing (or reading) 5K words is no problem (when they have the time). I have an unpublished piece that's approaching 10K words with no end in sight. I add to it as a writing exercise over time.

I just published a post of 1200 words or so and had to stop myself there as it could have easily been 3 or 4 times as long.

When you're 'in the zone' the words just pour out of you.

My brain keeps wanting to change your first sentence from "she always was afraid..." to "she was always afraid to put her feet over the edge of the bed." It's an arifact from my writing classes.

My sister had a giant pink snake that she had wrapped around her dresser when I was a kid, and I swear that thing slithered down one night and slowly creeped up at the end of my bed. I'm sure it was just my over-active imagination running wild again. ;)

Maybe you should write a story about the giant pink snake. :P

My brain keeps wanting to change your first sentence from "she always was afraid..." to "she was always afraid to put her feet over the edge of the bed." It's an arifact from my writing classes.

Can you elaborate on this? It's a free write so I can't exactly change it unless I write a second draft, but it's good to know why you think it should maybe be changed.

Also, I have a ton of followers from before I was active, but I don't know how many are still active. I need to learn how this place works now and work on joining communities. Preferably ones that aren't overwhelming with requirements to curate posts and put signatures on every post and stuff like that.

It's not to be taken seriously, it's just something leftover from when our instructors would put us into writing groups and have us share our thoughts on each others work.

That snake scared the bejesus out of me as a boy. It was in the next room but right at the door with the eyes looking dead at me night after night. One day one of my uncles spirited it away for me, and I was glad to finally see the last of it! :)