Tag: writing

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pervocracy:

stuffman:

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People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

This is 1000% more motivating than every preachy “real writers write every day” post on all of Tumblr.

I call this the “two cakes” rule and remind myself of it when I start comparing myself to other people.

….OH.

concept playlists;

winterblues:

you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you

you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.

you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium

you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week

you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you

it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes

you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark

you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun

you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn

you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled 

it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it

you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been

you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night

….i did not write these descriptors but wish desperately that I had. Kudos.

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

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severelyenchantedwonderland:

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largelevi:

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xmaehughes:

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rinofwater:

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mistuh-jay:

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it-was-a-red-heeler:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

Get off Tumblr. You should be writing

Dammit.

WRITE

OK OK, FUCK

👍

I’m writing a response to this post, does that count?

No.

I’ve seen this post like ten times now help

Then maybe u should follow my advice

Oh shit

You too.

:0

and you as well

I feel called out

Everyone this is a callout post for @severelyenchantedwonderland who should be writing

Should be,would be,could be,but isn’t , I

cANT STOP SCROLLING

GO WRITE SOME WORDS

Just aim for 100 words tonight, okay. Can you do 100?

I’m transferring my story from a notebook to my computer, does that count?

Yes it does, and that’s some damn exhausting work, trust me I know, so don’t forget to take a break and drink lots of water, okay? You’re doing a great job.

BUT I HAVE HOMEWORK

Well that’s okay, hun. I know you’ve got responsibilities. Finish up your homework and do whatever you gotta do, okay? Then man he after that you can try to write just 100 words? You can manage 100, right?

This is a call out post for @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave for being a fantastic human being and a stellar writing mom. All of this made me so happy.

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

delightfulharmonypoetry:

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oracleofimladris:

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

So I checked my email today

I had two notifications from Archive Of Our Own, both from the same person, on two of my different stories.

This is what I responded with;

Don’t leave rude comments, kids. That’s not how you get more fic updates.

I get your point, but have you ever had a fucki gn stick-in-the-mud reply like this when you’re in the middle of a rant?

You’re not cool. You’re an asshole.

This isn’t someone being cruel, this is someone frustrated that you ended your fic in the middle of it.

If you can’t take criticism, get off the fucking internet.

I’m sorry, but if you’re getting hours of someone’s blood, sweat, and tears poured into a story for your enjoyment for FREE you shouldn’t fucking complain about a slow update pace.

As for the other comment about “ending the fic the way I did” to an extent I get that. Sometimes and ending frustrates you, but it had no intentions of writing more for that fic. I never did. That fic was DONE. Matter of fact, it was based off a god damn prompt, I ended that fic where the prompt ended because I didn’t want to extend the story past the original idea.

If you can’t accept that people will not appreciate useless petty entitled  whining (cuz that’s what reviews like that are, not “criticism”) then you should get off the fucking internet. 

Who the hell raised these people? 

^^^THANK YOU

Honestly, I feel like someone walked into my house (clicked on my story) ate my food (read my fic) then had the audacity to complain about the taste…

EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED! You have every right to put boot to ass and slam that door. I support you. 

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