My Coffee Is Good Today, I'm Rereading My Old Wip, And Listening To The Old Playlist That Drove That

Being a writer is wild, because I’m really sitting here, contemplating how much I should break this man, with a smile.

Have I written every day since I made my schedule?

Yes.

Did on work on any of my wips?

No.

Did I start a new story and get way too invested?

Hell yeah!

I just made an actual schedule for what writing projects I should focus on each day for the next week. So that way I can hopefully make progress on my fic and on revising poems for my slam team at the same time. We’ll see if the adhd cooperates.

I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.

Found on twitter, going to adopt this now

Writer friends, tell me how many WIPs and how many UFOs you have. I have 2 WIPs and [redacted] UFOs (jk it’s around 16 across my three main fandoms)

Unfortunately I speak this language

What I Say vs. What I Actually Mean When Talking About My Writing

Ah, writers. We’re like caffeinated raccoons with a thesaurus—erratic, dramatic, and perpetually on the verge of either brilliance or a breakdown. We love our craft, we loathe it, we panic about it, and sometimes we have midnight sword fights with it (metaphorically… usually). For my long-suffering friends and family, here’s a guide to decipher the cryptic ramblings of an organism like me.

"I’ll finish this draft by the end of the week."

I will procrastinate for six days and have a meltdown on the seventh.

"This chapter just needs a little tweaking."

This chapter is trash, and I’m about to rewrite the whole book instead.

"I love my characters so much!"

I’m going to emotionally devastate them for fun.

"The plot is solid, I just need to flesh it out."

The plot is six sentences, half of which are question marks.

"I’ve got a new idea for a book!"

I’ve abandoned my current project and am fleeing the guilt.

"This is just a first draft."

Please don’t judge me for this dumpster fire.

"I’m doing research for my story."

I’ve been Googling ‘weird medieval punishments’ for four hours.

"I don’t care about reviews."

I’ve read every review. Twice. And cried over three of them.

"The ending needs a little work."

The ending doesn’t exist yet, but thanks for asking.

"I’m editing today."

I’ll spend 30 minutes on commas and four hours rearranging furniture.

"My characters took over the story."

I have no control over anything anymore. Send help.

"I think this draft is almost done."

There’s a 40% chance I’ll delete it tomorrow.

"I’ll outline my next project properly."

HAHAHAHAHA. Sure, Janet.

"I’m working on character development."

I’m Googling psychological disorders and debating tragic backstories.

"I’ll just jot down a quick idea."

I’ve accidentally written half a novel on a napkin.

"I’m worldbuilding right now."

I’ve spent three hours naming a forest and none on the actual plot.

"I don’t get attached to my characters."

I would die for this fictional idiot and cry over their demise daily.

"I’m starting fresh with this new story idea."

I’ve given up on my last three WIPs but refuse to admit defeat.

"I don’t need a deadline to stay motivated."

Without pressure, I will accomplish absolutely nothing.

"My characters feel so real."

I have arguments with them in my head while washing dishes.

"I just write for fun."

I obsess over every word and feel personally attacked by constructive feedback.

"I’m creating a writing playlist."

I’m avoiding my manuscript by curating vibes for the 30th time.

"I’m a writer!"

I am chaos personified, and I occasionally open Google Docs.

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

Creates a perfect playlist for writing. Spends the entire session skipping songs, getting lost in lyrics, and staring dramatically out the window instead of writing.

Computer, show me characters gaining weight as a sign of their improving mental state. Show me characters learning to love their body as they learn to love themselves. Show me characters no longer punishing themselves for something that isn’t their fault. Computer. Computer do you hear me.