I come here to complain rather often.

If I had enough time, I’d probably rant every single day. There’s just so much that distracts me and irritates me nowadays.

First off, the weather. Man, it’s been raining nonstop, every single fucking day, for the past two weeks. That’s not a life I wish to lead. Make it cold if you must, but leave it DRY, PLEASE.

Second, Twitter.

Lately, Twitter is one of two things: a pit of sadness, or a humblebragger’s spiritual home.

I’m so done with (insert here a long rant about the *&*%&(&3747398% things people say, and I hate, which I won’t publish cuz it’d make me look like a picky lunatic, which is what I probably am, but nobody needs to read that, thanks).

Twitter “doesn’t let me write,” because it fills me with fear that everyone and their cats are doing better than I (which is absolutely not true. I have LOADS OF GREAT THINGS GOING ON IN MY REAL LIFE, AND I WANT TO SCREAM IT SO I DON’T FORGET IT UNDER THE NOISE. I BOUGHT A BEAUTIFUL, BIG HOUSE, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. I JUST RETURNED FROM PARIS. I LOOK REALLY CUTE TODAY IN THIS DRESS. ET CETERA, ET CETERA).

Let’s dig deeper: The problem is that I AM STILL EDITING, and can’t seem to finish drafting my new book. You know, I’d much rather be querying and drafting than editing and drafting. It just seems to me like regardless of how much, and how hard I work, I never finish a thing.

Just fuck.

And then there comes Twitter, filling my day with news I don’t need to read, publishing announcements that fuel my incipient anxiety, and a general vibe of vaguely toxic competition that contributes nothing to my creativity.

And it’s a pity because Twitter didn’t use to be like that for me. It was a place where I found support, friendship, and fun.

Are some people humblebraggers, or am I feeling incredibly insecure about my own progress as an aspiring author? Great question. Whatever their deal with themselves, it’s clear my feelings are my problem and a consequence of my own mindset, so yes to the second question here.

Am I stressed about my books because I never manage to finish editing and have very little time to write? Exactly.

What can I do to move forward and keep the noise from blocking me? SEEK FOR SILENCE AND FOCUS ON MY SHIT.