If this wasn’t my job I would always write „deffo“
being a writer is spelling disembowelment correctly on the first try but somehow always screwing up definitliely
I sit down to write and suddenly all the little things bother me… The dirt on my monitor display, the red underlined spelling error on the page, my broken Y-button, the random question of how to set an apostrophe correctly, the looming guilt of possibly being illiterate for not knowing the apostrophe thing besides doing this writing thing for a living since six years, the unspoken truth that if I were to give up on my job I would give up on the only thing I’m barely good at, the fact my dad never apologised
Someone: So what is your novel? Middle grade? YA? Adult? NA?
Me:
my boyfriend texted me “I can’t sleep, too many monsters.”
and my depressed ass said “tell me about those monsters, love.”
He fucking meANT THE ENERGY DRINK
chasing that character that never follows the outline and ends up doing random shit that adds nothing to the plot for 5 extra chapters you hadn’t even planned
Personally, I write stupid silly scenarios that are useless and unrealistic but they make me giggle
I don’t write from nothing. Every character, every word is the echo of reality. Every feature is plucked from someone I knew, every line from a conversation I had, every heartbreak is my own.
I just try to write better endings.
at the insane stage of character obsession where i start getting the urge to post pngs of them every five seconds like im showing ppl a picture of my stupid ass boyfriend that nobody likes but me
ugghh uaahhfh aaafdhhf a I write about war. Constantly in the trenches. You’re safe and wanted here.
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