I have a love/hate relationship with my writing.
I can be making something that I think is the funniest shit I've ever come up with, and then the very next combination of words I happen to conjure into existence makes me say "what the fuck am I doing" out loud.
[ sylo ] ah, I see the poll is done. let's look at the resu-
[ sylo ] ...damn... not gonna lie that hurt a little.
aw, come on syloboy, you've still got a story to tell. it's about time people learned of our works, y'know?
[ sylo ] yeah, but... feku sibd, my feelings. well, I guess I can't complain. people will learn what they want, and if they don't want me, then who am I to shove it down their throats? STRUCTURE IT IS THEN! lemme just, figure out how to form cohesive sentences while talking about this... I'll get back to you guys about this in a bit. see y'all soon!
I was rereading steel ball run, and...
your feedback is greatly appreciated.
continuing chase's arc from where I left off and I finally get to write interactions between characters I thought I'd never do.
made even more new lore for the SS clubs and added a splinter timeline.
also thinking about the halved lands a bit because reasons.
[ ??? ] the calm before the storm... I've always been fond of storms. they're strong, wild, and fleeting. the calm before the storm is soft and quiet, but fleeting all the same.
[ ??? ] will I be as fleeting as those rainy days I admire? or will another carry on my legacy?
[ ??? ] ...either way, it's not my job to wonder about stuff like that.
[ ??? ] my job is to run.
okay yeah i'm going insane i'm mcfucking losing it somebody send help.
workin' out the details for a type 3 NE species. may or may not share when finished.
[ sylo ] finally, they let me use the blog. i don't get it... why make an account using my name, but not let me on for so long? eh, i'm sure they have their reasons. but for now...
let the story begin.
aight, hiatus time.
I probably won't be returning to post here for the foreseeable future.
goodbye for now, and may [tumblr] always stay silly :P