Yvi

I've found that my problem with writing is that I don't do it in a formulaic manner.

Instead, I'll spew a bunch of words on a blank page and then go "okay, that's kinda cool, but how do I make it make sense?"

And afterward I'll reverse paragraphs, force certain phrases to fit just because I like them, dump a bucket of literary/mythological/architectural/whatever undertones I'm going for over the whole damn thing, then stand back and survey it and wonder what went wrong. I throw in things because I like the sound of them and shoehorn them into place, then worry about the cohesive whole later.

Like. Just now I was writing and started thinking about herbs for whatever reason. Brain went "ohh, neat, work that in somehow" and I did. Even though there was no damn reason to do it.

But I think it works. Even though you wouldn't think incestuous public sex called for it. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'll edit it all out anyway. Maybe I should work more on writing stuff that I have a chance at getting paid for and stop scrutinizing fanworks.

Oh my God, I need to be in Korea already.