Winnie the Pooh + Writing

Sometimes writing is great. Sometimes it's horrible because it just won't come along. And sometimes it's a mix of a whole lot of things.

So here's a Winnie the Pooh post about writing.
(I realize it's not Period Drama or anything, but I like the Winnie the Pooh characters, they are all so divers and fit perfectly for this post.)

When everything goes perfect: your writing is perfect, your plot is perfect and you're just happy and want to dance around and shout and basically be like Tigger.

When you suddenly have to stop writing because you can't remember anything of the research you did yesterday on how to saddle a horse/when you get lost in all the details that envolve writing about how your story's geography works.

When you really need to write, but you can't start, and time is ticking by and you're sitting there and nothing comes and suddenly you doubt if you'll ever write anything good in your life.

When you read what you just wrote.

When you're writing and not really noticing what's happening around you.

The Eeyore mood you sometimes get for no reason at all

When you're eating and suddenly an amazing idea strikes you.

Despite that, you're secretly very happy to have finished your story, however short it is (I am at least!).

No also I will say goodbye. *quickly presses publish so I won't go talk nonsense that has nothing to do with this post*