the things i would do if i could draw omg; i have ideas but cannot draw them
No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI
magic lucky word count please save me
This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.
It's not an "abandoned" WIP, I didn't intentionally leave it in the forest to die and forget about it, it is a lost wip who wandered into the forest despite my pleas not to. I sit at the edge of the forest every day and hear it calling for help but there is nothing I can do. It is a haunting wip
“What if I write it and it’s bad-”
WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????
– song of lost secrets
"It's just me, you can talk to me. Please come out."
– More than royalty
"i don't want your apology. you left."
okay yes kaz doesn't care about anything blah blah blah but have you ever considered that he remembers absolutely everything and not only the stuff he can one day use against the people in his life. he remembers how jesper puts cinnamon into his coffee so it doesn't keep him awake all day so kaz keeps cinnamon sticks behind the bar at the crow club for him. he remembers how wylan tucks flowers into his messenger bag so he waits beside a flower patch when they meet to discuss demo plans. he remembers how nina hates how her only pair of boots dig into her heels so he leaves a new pair on her bed without a word. he remembers how matthias is soothed at the sound of bird chirping so he tells him to walk down by the east harbor for "no other reason" than to "pick up a shipment" and NOT because seagulls and ospreys cluster there. and yes. his wife. inej. he remembers how pious and devote she is so he carves symbols of the saints into the wood of her ship with his knife to remind her he adores her faith despite all that he's said before and he would remember even in death how her raven hair flows down her back and how her nimble fingers stroke around her whiskey glass because he loves her GODDAMNIT.
perceiving books differently than non writers
finishing a piece
designing characters
choosing chapter titles
finally figuring out how to fix a plot hole
when writing just becomes so smooth and rolls from your brain like an old film strip
writing romantic scenes of my fave ship
sharing my writing with people
those random top tier ideas you have to jot down before they go away in 10 seconds
thinking about people loving your story in the future
developing villains
making playlists & moodboards for my wips
writing desperation (for some reason ??)
describe the setting correctly
coming up with a cover
the first draft.
"so which ending would make the most sense'
share my writing with people
killing my fave character (i do it anyways)
trying to remember a word i cant even describe
make the side character parents well rounded
that one super cool idea you get 3/4 way through the story that doesn't actually fit anywhere
actually having to fix plot holes
writing.
– Song of lost secrets
“do you still feel like that? do you love me, or am I just your fascination?”
"Then look at me like you used to! If you love me so much you'd look at me like you did when Mom was around!" "Oh my god. It's a boy?! I knew you were weird for [redacted] but you never said it was a fucking boy."
"He's dead obviously, but i see 'em. I see bits and pieces of his soul scattered about." "He didn't come back 'ere?" "No... no I haven't seen him since [redacted]." "No, no no. It's not right. We must keep tradition! We have to. I have to make sure of it." "I know what your people think of me, but I wont sit here and play pretend.”
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