Authors must spend months, years making fantasy believable in a single work while reality runs rampant and complete chaos elsewhere.
The recipe for great art has always been misery and a good bowel movement.
Nothing says work efficiency like panic mode.
It’s hard to land a devastating jab/cross/hook/uppercut combo to your reader’s imagination when you’re telegraphing your punches.
A migraine is the cockblock of writing.
Nothing's a better cure for writer's block than to eat ice cream right out of the carton.