Shiki attacked the paper with her blackened eraser.
It ripped. She let out a sound that was something between a frustrated growl and a sob.
The design just didn't look good. It would never look good, because she was the one who made it. She just couldn't think of anything that would work. She tried simple designs and impossible designs. They all looked stupid and ugly.
Eri had said so. Eri had said that she would never be a designer.
Shiki could spend hours and hours cutting and sewing and seam ripping and resewing and she could make something perfect, as long as someone else had given her the idea. She had tried to put together things without Eri's advice before. The colors hadn't matched, the shape wasn't flattering...
It wasn't like clothing companies needed people to sew the way she did anymore. They had people working in factories in other countries to do the work. They didn't need someone like her, even if she knew just the right number of times to go over a button so that it would be strong enough to handle even the roughest treatment.
They needed people who were creative. People who could make designs that walked along that delicate line between trendy and original.
They didn't need people who were only technically good.
Writer's Woes: another weird vent-y solo character drabble-y thing. I figured I should actually post something on here so I uh posted this bit of awkward obviously written late at night wonderfullness. (a lot of my feelings about my own writing are in here shhhh don't tell anyone it's a secret) I want to write maybe a nice thing where Shiki and Neku talk about creativity and inspiration so maybe I could add something positive and not depressing to this series! I hope so!
If I may be personal I've been feeling kind of down lately... so yeah. I thought school would make it better and it is nice to not be at home but now I have lots of work and stress and I'm avoiding things as I type this out. I've never had a good posting schedule and I'm sorry if there's anyone out there who wants more of this and isn't getting anything. If you really would like more, tell me, I guess.
Stay Fabulous,
Hillary