Sometimes I Just Sit And Think About How Nathan Scott Was Wearing His Engagement Ring Beneath His Clothes

sometimes i just sit and think about how nathan scott was wearing his engagement ring beneath his clothes even after his fall out with haley.

shatters me that he's fictional. i'd be down bad for real-life nathan scott and all his domesticity. so down for domesticity and monogamy with real-life nathan scott.

i don't wanna date. i want nathan scott, goddammit!

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“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

Drawing by Alexandra Mantzari

On nights after a 12-hour shift I weigh whether I should commit to writing for a minimum of an hour before retiring to well-deserved rest or offering myself some grace and skipping the writing until I'm not so burnt out.

The right choice never seems clear, and so I toggle between the two choices during the time-span I could have used for writing.

Then it all feels like a waste.

-penned by j. m. medna (2024)

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Reminder

There will never be a perfect time to write.

Never a perfect opportunity.

Never a perfect setting or ambience.

Never a perfect sentiment or mood.

You could wait, hopeful, for perfection to arrive and bless you, but you could be waiting your entire life. Think of all the half-written stories, half-developed characters that will be buried in your grave alongside you, just because you chose not to make the best of an imperfect circumstance.

Stop waiting.

Start. Now. Just write. Horribly, sloppily, tangentially.

Write for yourself. Write for someone in particular. Write for an imaginary, idealized audience. Write to commemorate a phase of your life, a friendship that's long since wilted, a parted loved one. Write for the beauty in life, the shimmering snail trails, the rustle of a falcon's feathers while in flight, the crescent moon.

Write for everything. Write for nothing. Write for no one. Write for the madness, for the hell of it. Write just because.

Just write.

Done is better than perfect, as they say.

Some details in life need a voice, however shaky and imperfect. Give these things a voice.

-penned by j. m. medna (2024)