OKAY I WAS AFRAID THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN BUT
i am super super used to to going outside and smoking a cigarette to like, refocus on writing when i drift? which i do…. a lot? it’s a really regular part of my writing process, and so i keep going to get up and do that and then being like NO WAIT I CAN’T DO THAT
but i also cannot focus without doing it and this fucking legolas/gimli story needs to get written before all these emotions explode inside of my body and i die from that rather than from freaking out about nicotine withdrawal
so i guess i’m gonna… go outside… and chew a stick of gum? out there? THAT’S THE RIGHT RESPONSE, RIGHT? because arguably it’s probably the stretching of my legs and the fresh air and the five to ten minutes of staring at something that’s not my computer that resets my mindset more than it’s the cigarette, especially considering that i’m a) drinking coffee and b) wearing a nicotine patch right now, so i know i’m not lacking the chemical stimulant department. okay. THAT IS THE PLAN. OUTDOOR GUM CHEWING.
oh my god you guys please never start smoking quitting sucks a lot
