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captainsnumple replied to your post “[[MOR] Something that frustrates me a lot at the moment is that I…”

Oh buddy don’t be too hard on yourself. I have no idea where the inspiration comes from and why but from my questionable experience, if it comes, it COMES. and then you write for days without standing up from the chair and really NOTHING can stop you and so on (I remember I almost didn’t sleep and faked illness to skip the work). AND THEN IT GOES TO NOWHERE FOR QUITE A BIG TIME. No idea why. But I don’t think this can ever be your fault or something

  There was also a scheme that depicted how one’s skill improves and how they see this improvement, the point was that we usually see way ahead our own skill, our eyes learn faster than our hands, so if it seems you’re not moving it’s probably wrong, you are! Just your vision is moving a few steps faster and demands, say, the 6 level of skill when you have 5. And to the moment you have 5, it’s already on 7 and moving to 8. And yells at you ‘WHERE’S MY SEVEN’

  I hope it makes sense ahah

  And I hug you anyway, you’re a good writer no matter whether your brain tries to convince you otherwise

SNUMPLE THANK YOU YOU’RE SO SWEET. And I’ve heard about that before! It’s always so hard to keep in mind, thank you so much for reminding me. (My eyes are indeed yelling at my hands to GET TO SEVEN ALREADY. 

paksenarrion-reader replied to your post “[[MOR] Something that frustrates me a lot at the moment is that I…”

oh gawd I feeL YOU SO MUCH. I found my stuff from some six years ago when I was cleaning the place up just a few hours ago… it’s shit with a tiny sprinkle of awesome. Then I looked at my current writing, and it’s overall better, but? Does it have? The sprinkle of awesome? IF IT DOES I CAN’T SEE IT FOR FUCK

I’m glad I’m not alone but I’m so sorry you have to feel this way too. There’s always a little part of me that worries that I’ll never get that little spark back, that it was caused by some magical combination of youth and naivete. WHICH IS BULLSHIT. But still. I BELIEVE WE’RE GOING TO SEE THE SPRINKLE OF AWESOME IN OUR CURRENT WORK AGAIN.

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Something that frustrates me a lot at the moment is that I can tell my writing has been improving, I can see how I’ve started figuring out certain aspects of story and language, and I’m so much better than I have been at any point in my life, but I haven’t been able to make anything work in original fiction in ages. Every time I try it feels so dry and contrite, and I hate it because I CAN write better now, but even with shitty writing my old original stuff has something that shines and I can’t seem to recapture that? Even if I just try to rewrite or just straight edit up old stuff. And its especially infuriating because I feel like I should be writing SO MUCH right now, I have a shitty part time job and lots of time. I have no excuse to not be writing. 

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docholligay replied to your post “Michiru and Seiya, “That;s a good look for you"”

OH MY GOD SAM WHERE DO I BEGIN
That whole opening part with Michiru thinking about being lower class and having a flask was so perfect and I love the flow of it, it’s musical
AND SEIYA’S SHIRT AMAZE, their whole conversation the bathroom is incredible    
And i of course adore how Michiru ends up with the upper hand in literally every possibel way, and then get s the double joy of seeing haruka flip out ahahaha I LOVE YOU

I CAN’T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR ASKING THIS ONE DOC. IT WAS A JOY. Ahaha I’m glad you like the flask bit, it popped in my head as I contemplated Michiru’s great suffering and I just ran with it. 

And ahaha yes, Michiru having the upper hand always is one of my favorite things.

dreamshapers-universe replied to your post “Michiru and Seiya, "That;s a good look for you"”

LOL at Michiru’s flask thoughts and then she’s like "Oh but the flask would ruin the wine anyway” and just proceeds to verbally destroy Seiya instead. I love it 😀

Thank you! I have my roommate to thank for my tiny bit of wine knowledge, she worked in a wine shop last year and has told me things so that now I can PRETEND to have a little of Michiru’s class. 

captainsnumple replied to your post “Michiru and Seiya, “That;s a good look for you"”

 AHAH SAM THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

I love how Michiru marked Usagi by Seiya’s outfit

And their conversation, i’m dying

I love that Seiya doesn’t buy Michiru’s accurate insults and like politely teases back

She has no chances to win but I really like that she doesn’t take Michiru’s insults to her heart
 I REALLY LOVE HOW THEY INTERACT AHAH

I’M REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED IT. I was worried as I wrote it that it was too genuinely flirty? But I see them as sort of verbal sparring partners, because with Seiya vs. Haruka (and to a lesser extent, Michiru vs. Yaten) in the background, they naturally fall towards antagonism, but they also genuinely like each other (not in a close friends way, but I think they enjoy interacting a lot more than they’d ever admit). So I see them essentially playing with each other, and Michiru will always win because she’s Michiru, but Seiya’s good humored about it. And I think her good humor brings out a little lightness in Michiru. SO BASICALLY WHAT I’M SAYING IS IT WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE

Michiru and Seiya, “That;s a good look for you”

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Just for you, this takes place in Olive Garden.

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There were times when Michiru envied women with no class. A
woman like that might have a little flask in her purse that she snuck a long
drink from in times of hardship. If Michiru were brash enough to carry such a
thing, she’d fill it with wine—good wine, not like what they served here. She’d
drink it now, in the bathroom stall, let the real flavor wash over her tongue
and momentarily forget the atrocities occurring just outside. Haruka would be
none the wiser of her reprieve, and Michiru would be able to give her more
genuine smiles.

But alas, she had none to fortify her, and a flask would
hardly keep the notes of a good wine intact. She exited her stall and settled
for reapplying her lipstick. It was a simple trick; paint on your smile and
your mask is complete.

The door opened, just then, and Michiru found herself privy to
a greater atrocity than the restaurant’s food. For a moment, she didn’t
recognize the woman beneath the thick-framed glasses and jaunty cap, which she
assumed was the point. Her shirt as nicely tailored, but a frilly shade of pink—Usagi’s
doing, most likely—and marred by a large tomato stain beneath the collar—Usagi’s
doing, definitely.

“Ara, Seiya, that’s a good look for you.”

“Shut it.” She removed her fake glasses and dabbed at the
stain with paper towels.

“It’s very sweet that your girlfriend’s marked her
territory.”

Seiya glared, but a grin spread across her mouth. “Oh, you
can joke about how I’m whipped, and be absolutely right, but remember, dear Ms.
Kaioh, a woman of your tastes got yourself dragged here, too.”

“We all must make sacrifices for love from time to time.”
They met eyes in the mirror. “Though I daresay my sacrifice is made with
integrity. I have no need to hide.”

“I hate when fans interrupt a date.”

“If only there were a way to let them know you’re not to be
disturbed.”

Seiya snorted. “We can’t all be as perfectly cold as you.”

“Indeed you can’t.” She turned and fingered the stain. “You
need dish soap to be rid of this.”

“Uh, thank you.” Seiya’s cheeks went light pink. “You know,
sometimes I still wonder if you’re flirting with me.”

Michiru raised an eyebrow. “Oh no, it’s merely that kindness
puts you more off kilter than anything else.”

“You’re bad natured, Michiru.”

“So you’ve said.” She left the bathroom with a smile,
fortified after all. And Haruka’s face later, when Michiru pointed Seiya out,
was far better than a good wine.