Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.
#this is…..so hashtag relatable#there is so much lake#and the more water you fling out of the lake the more water you realize is in the lake#the lake is so full of lake#it is so full of lake all the time#and then you look over to the left and realize—HOLY SHIT THERE IS ANOTHER LAKE#it is so blue and beautiful and wow you totally want to work on spooning THAT lake out of your head#but you haven’t even finished with the first lake#and so you’re just sort of sitting here on the muddy ground surrounded by small bathing pools#“these pools are so refreshing!” people say “I’d love to swim in your lake sometime!”#“SO WOULD I” you howl forlornly into the night clutching your teaspoon#about me