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i tried writing angst and it got a little personal and i end up crying🥹🥹🥹🥹 should i post it tho...
@southfarthing you are absolutely correct and you should say it louder
I'm imagining if tolkien lived now and publishers were asking him if he had enough followers on twitter and if he could film videos to market his found family elfcore magic cottagevibes worldbuilding fantasy book on tiktok. i think he would run them over with his car actually
Incredibly popular and influential book series I read as a kid: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Magic tree house, Thea Stilton, The lion the witch and the wardrobe, Wings of fire, Bone, A series of unfortunate events.
The book series that all of my writing takes after: Spirit Animals
When I was a child, every well-meaning adult with a nine-to-five soul and a dried-up imagination told me that being a writer wasn’t a “real job.”
“You’re just a little girl with big words,” they said. “Books don’t pay the bills.”
As if paying bills was the most thrilling thing a person could live for.
I never understood why grown-ups were so committed to shoving a fire extinguisher down the throat of a kid who just wanted to tell stories.
I kept wondering, why is it so threatening for a little girl to believe her words could matter?
Now I know why.
Because they never had a dream of their own.
And when you’ve never had one or gave yours up a long time ago, it’s easier to mock someone else’s.
It’s easier to roll your eyes at someone chasing stars when you’ve chosen to stay face-down in the dirt.
And still… I write. Not because I was told I couldn’t. But because I had to.
Because I promised that little girl I’d keep going, even when it hurt. Especially when it hurt.
Solo scenes and gift-opening scenes are the worst, awkward-prones things to write and I refuse to say otherwise.
“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes and doesn’t even blink.”
That is the quote I saw on the wall of my sixth grade students classroom today. I strongly disagree.
All humans have hesitated. It’s instinct. It’s vital. It’s as strong as your heart beating. It is the culmination of thousands of years of survival. Hesitation is a universal experience.
Therefore, a hero always “blinks.” That ‘blink’ is the moment that human beings realize what they are doing. That singular defining moment that changes the gravity of the situation. The exact second that the given circumstances could produce a hero if the right choices are made.
Humans program robots. Robots don’t blink. If a robot were to walk through a path of throwing knives without blinking, would it be a hero? No, of course not. But by the first definition, they technically would be. The reasoning as to why they aren’t? Because the robot faces no repercussions. The robot has no risk. The robot has no real understanding of the danger, nor have they been forced to confront the facts of what they are up against.
That's where we come to our hero blinking. In order to be a hero, you must blink. You must have a moment to see the horrors that all logic would tell to run. Because it’s in that blink that the hero confronts the danger they put themselves in, and pushes forth anyways. That is what makes a hero. To have that shackling sensation of hesitation, and where most others would turn back, they trailblaze on. They trailblaze on anyway.
So here I propose a new definition:
“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, and noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes, blinks, and despite facing the world’s darkness, chooses to continue being the world’s light.”
“i gave the clothes off my back, just for you to stab me.”
- abby
“he only saw her light for a fraction of time, yet he would never forget her sunrise.”
- abby
“if you ever wonder why your friends leave you, you already have your answer:
friends don’t leave you; users do.”
…
twenty-sixth — I., II., III.
twenty-seventh — IV., V., VI.
twenty-eighth — VII.
twenty-ninth — VIII.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
🌑: “You said we were your sun and moon. Who’s which?”
✨: “Well, she’s my sun. She brings the light to my life.”
🌒: “Oh, so I just revolve around you?”
✨: “No. You’re there for me even when I can’t see you.”
🌓: “…that’s… wow… …but you know what that makes you?”
✨: “Hmm?”
🌔: “The stars.”
✨: “How so?”
🌕: “You fill the void in between.”
“You contradict your claim to have forgetten me when you go to such great lengths to avoid me.”
- abby
“i don’t know what’s worse: to have lost them, or to have never had them at all…”
“i do. it’s to know which way it was…”
- abby
“I had a dream that we were together, and everything was ok. Then I turned and looked away, only to discover, it wasn’t you anymore. It was him.”
- abby
“In a place as dark as this, you’re bound to be a light for someone.”
- abby
“If there’s a sun in my solar system, it’s you.”
- abby
“What if I ruin it?”
“What if you don’t?”
- abby
Currently working on a short story about two people who dated back in college meeting up to talk over coffee after losing contact for a few years. Things ended badly between the two and one of them is hoping to discuss things to finally get closure, but sometimes things just aren’t that simple.
Dappled sunlight streams through the trees. The filtered light warms the skin I bare to nature, clothes haphazardly shed and forgotten, a bread crumb trail leading to the blue lake. Wading into the water, I wash away the dirt and sweat dried to my skin- cleansing away my sins better than any baptism could ever hope to achieve.
- salvation.
I am a sensitive person.
I feel things deeply, even if it doesn’t always show. I learned to downplay my emotions, to water myself down in an attempt to be more palatable.
Because when enough people tell you that being sensitive in a bad thing, you start believing them.
-a work in progress I’m posting.
I have an idea for a short story about a girl who is taken by the Fae, sort of like a changeling situation. She eventually gets back to her realm, but discovers that much more time has passed than she thought while she was with the Fae.
I have some areas of the story planned out, but I’m trying to figure out how to end it 🤔💭
Hello,
I’ve had this page for a while, but I might start using it more seriously to post some of my writing.
I always enjoyed writing and wrote a lot when I was younger and through most of school, but once I hit high school I just stopped, mainly because I didn’t have a lot of free time, but I was always self conscious of my writing, too. What if it’s no good? What if no one likes it? It brought me joy, though, and I believe that’s the most important thing.
I have a few ideas for short stories and even longer tales I’m hoping to work on and (maybe) share here.
So, if anyone actually reads this, or anything else I put out there, thank you & I hope you enjoy it.
✨🖤🖋️📚
Why is it always like that when i have to study for an exam i feel the most motivated to write and there are 50 fucking million ideas floating around in my head?
Former gifted kid doesn’t immediately understand her homework and breaks down at her work desk (three dead, five injured)
I honestly can't even comprehend not giving kudos to a work that you like as a reader and writer. Hell, at this point it's become like muscle memory for me if I reach the end of a fic to leave it, even if I don't always comment. I mean, I see hundreds of amazing fics that have thousands of hits but only like 50 kudos, it's insane. If you like a work, literally just press one button to show it the respect it and the writer deserve for their hard work!!
A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.
My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.
My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.
This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.
Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.
I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.
So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63369610
I know i posted about this before but im going to try again. This is my first book I’ve tried writing, it’s not done yet but I’m not sure if I should keep writing it or not. So advice on what i should do would be super helpful
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63369610
My first real book, if anyone would like to read it
An Intro Post (of sorts)
Hi! My name is Jen and welcome to my writing + fandom blog.
I'll mainly be posting about writing: info about my wips, my poetry, opinions about tropes/writing things, writing tips, etc.
I'm also really interested in typology, mainly MBTI (cognitive functions!!) and enneagram.
My current obsession is Ace Attorney. My favorite characters are Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright and Franziska von Karma. I mainly ship Wrightworth/Narumitsu but also Franmaya, Godonix, and Klapollo. Original trilogy spoilers will not be tagged.
Here is a list of my other obsessions (aka fandoms I will talk about the most) and my favorite characters from each:
The Legend of Korra (Kuvira, Baatar Jr, Korra)
Avatar The Last Airbender (Katara, Zuko, Azula)
Genshin Impact (Kujou Sara, Raiden Ei/Shogun, Collei, Furina, Nahida, Scaramouche, Childe)
Other fandoms I'm in (and will probably talk about sometimes): Dreamcatcher (kpop), Persona 5, The Hunger Games, Divergent, Six of Crows, Once Upon a Time, Warrior Cats, Wings of Fire.
Being a writer is so nice because I just realized that all the headcanons I have about my OCs can easily become canon if I want to and that made me feel so … powerful.