The problem with ditching cable and subscribing to Netflix is that you tend to binge-watch shows, especially if you you’re procrastinating. (Of course, as writers we are never procrastinating, we’re ‘gaining life experience/cataloguing creative fodder’.)
It should come as no surprise that watching 10 straight hours of period drama tends to shape your perception of reality, and you start seeing yourself in not just one, but all of the characters.
If you’ve read my writing, you’ll note that I have a bit of a persecution complex:
Although I sometimes forget to be particularly diplomatic:
Working from home means I tend to lose track of what day it is:
And I tend to beat myself up over it:
So I cook:
And am uncharitable about other writers’ successes: