I closed my computer out and just shook my head. Hiei walks up with an eyebrow raised but says nothing he does't have to.
Just another story that I wrote that bugs me is all, but how could I tell him why? Urg.
Finally he said something that eased the tense vibe in the room, "Why do you spend so long on there? Just to get frustrated with your long stories half way through? Why bother!" He seemed either concerned, disgusted, or disturbed I always have difficulty telling with those three expressions.
"It soothes me. Well until I feel like I'm just blowing smoke out where the sun don't shine, but then if I get it where I want it seems hollow." Looking down at the carpeting I saw a disturbing spot of something on the ground.
"Sounds like you're just whining to me!" Great he's still irritated... His eyes though, ugh! Damn girl, chill you know he would never stoop as low as that.
"Look 'Kay, I just find that once I reach a in point my writing I feel like I'm grinding the story into the ground... That's when stories die, even ones I liked!" I can't help but get emotional regarding him, but I know I should keep a better rein on it.
"Then grind off the parts you don't like and make it better! This isn't like you!" Encouraging, and frustrating in only a way he could be agghh! You could cut my tension with a spoon!
"Let's face it Hiei, I'm just a miserable writer and I'm using the term very loosely!" I stalked off to the other end of my abode.
Let's all be honest with ourselves here, and reviews are welcome on this coming matter: Does anyone else ever just look at their own writing and want to put it through a shredder? I regularly have to keep myself from destroying all I write in just a few short clicks, same with all of you?