let’s pour one out for the fics that you had perfectly planned in your head, those ones where you knew what was going to happen scene by scene and you had specific lines already written and you just daydreamed ‘em on repeat for days on end and you never wrote anything down because there’s no way you would forget that detail or that line but then you didn’t have the time to write it or the energy or the push and then a few months later you remember only the vaguest idea no matter how hard you think about it and you know there was more but its gone forever now…
you ever start rereading your WIP to get in the mood and write more and you get so caught up that when you get to the end you’re like “bitch? where’s the rest?” and you realize you’re the bitch and you have to write it
technology related sensory memories from my childhood
sliding the metal cover on floppy disks
the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes
ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper
rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo
The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint
Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked
The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass
The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover
The sound effects in kidpix
Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands
…God, it is so weird these things aren’t around any more. Cause it’s true, the sensations are so distinct. It’s bizarre to think about missing these tiny relics.
The ditditditditdit of a rotary dial phone setting back to zero after you spun up a number
The weird fart smell of non-leaded petrol compared to leaded, back when it was new and unusual
The subtle give under your teeth of the rubber on an Atari joystick as you chewed on it
I-want-my-IWTV 