You know thing of how you put off writing something because you’re blocked and have nothing to say and you do pretty much everything you possibly can instead of writing said thing, such as laundry, cleaning the house, making iTunes playlists, thumbing through cookbooks, and watching horror movies? And then when you finally force yourself to sit down and write the thing at the last possible moment and the words just flow out, like they’ve been there all along but they’ve just been fucking with you by hiding in the deepest recesses of your brain, kind of like how your brother would pick the most ridiculous hiding places when you played hide and seek as children and he hid so well that one time that no one could find him and the cops came and your parents almost lost their goddamned minds and then you found him hiding under a table laughing because he was so proud of himself for hiding so well and then you had to warn him that Mom and Dad were probably going to kill him, but he still thought it was funny?
That thing.
