Maybe Meta

You're supposed to write something, you derp.” My inner monologue says, rolling her eyes. “Not even halfway through the month and you're flaking out.”

#writing #metafiction

Bristling, I reply between dodging Sentinel ships and taking down the third dreadnaught of the battle. “I... what? I didn't forget, bish, I've just been building stuffs and fighting froggy space nazis. I'll do it soon, there's plenty of time. So like, chill!”

She snorts. “Did you call them froggy space nazis? Wait no shut up don't answer, it's like midnight. You gonna write at like 3a when you fall asleep playing again? Suuure.”

“It's not-” I begin, pausing the game to check the time. But she's right... it's well past midnight. “Okay well shit, yeah. Oof.”

“There goes Monday's writing.” She shrugs.

“Nnnnnnno...” I protest. “It still counts if I'm awake and the sun isn't up. So I still have time.”

“I thought you were 'tired asf' now? And you tell Vul she needs sleep. So like... you do too.” She notes, waggling a finger.

“Yeah okay whatever, I'm always tired. I even have an idea so it'll be quick.” I say, setting the controller aside to open Standard Notes. “Check it out.”

Leaning in to look, she laughs. “Seriously? That's cheating!”

I stick out my tongue, smirking. “Nnnnnope. Isn't.” In my app: 'You're supposed to write something, you derp.' My inner-

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