i have this thing called first sentence syndrome. basically i’ll write one kickass sentence that seems incredibly promising. then i’ll sit and stare at it for about ten minutes, trying to figure out where to go from there without ruining the sheer beauty of the words i somehow managed to string together. and i’ll come to the conclusion that nothing i could possibly come up with could do it justice. so i’ll stare at it a little longer, before saving it in a file with 8590345 other stories just waiting to be written.