What Type of Yaoi Fanfic Writer Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Casual does not even begin to describe me. I’d almost say that I have stopped writing, only—I haven’t. I’ve just stopped writing with a purpose. Understand?
No, I doubt you do. As always, I am being (unintentionally) obtuse.
I write continuously.
Give me three spare moments (long enough to open my spiral) and I am writing.
Only…Good luck stringing together any sort of rhyme or reason. I suppose that I should say that my writing is representative of my thoughts.
Spirals, stacks and stacks of spirals have I filled with pointless ponderings. Everything from tidbits I would like to remember to lists of what I am going to do when I get home, what I’ve eaten that day, what I intend on purchasing from Wal-mart three days hence.
Anyone who spends any length of time with me is bound to notice my particular quirk and ask: What?
I’ve rarely shared the contents of my spirals and never shared them intentionally.
They really are my thoughts, private. And even I don’t really understand this (itch) I have to capture as many as possible on paper. It is almost as if there is this part of me desperately afraid that if I don’t have this hard copy, some tool to reference, I will somehow loose them all, that they will float out my ears and drift off in to space, never to be seen or heard from again.
Of course, I know that that is just silly.
But knowing does nothing to stop the nervous twitch, the fear that somehow, someday, my spirals will be gone and then—poof—so will any history of me.
I guess that I am afraid of being forgotten, if only by myself.