I Think It’s Important To Support Your Local Underwriter Writers, Overwriter Writers, Two-draft Writers,

”they’re making the dance about alicent and rhaenyra when its supposed to be between brother and sister weh weh weh” god forbid lesbians have anything

Stop following writeblrs...

If you start comparing your writing to someone else's and it's starting to affect your confidence as a writer.

If you are afraid to use words like "said" or "looked" because they've told you they are not good enough.

If you think you should force yourself to make an outline or plan ahead just because you've been told you have to.

If you feel your characters are not interesting or flawed enough, just because they don't fit someone else's requirements of what a fictional should be.

If you are too focused on writing in a certain way to actually enjoy the process of writing.

If nothing you write seems good enough because it doesn't fit certain standards.

If you feel like you are not a good writer because none of those "tips" and "advices" work for you.

Write whatever you want, however you want. Not matter how shitty you think your writing is, I promise you someone will absolutely love it.

When u kill one innocent man and suddenly everybody remembers you’re an unmediated schizophrenic and not a magical chosen prophet of the trees☹️☹️☹️

reminder to self to fucking GO WILD with any piece of writing. just. have FUN type absolute utter bs and abandon that planned-to-publish wip to work on something you like, turn the same daydream around and look at it from every angle and write it down no matter if it‘s fanfic, cliche or doesn‘t fit in any wip ALL OF THIS IS PRACTICING AND IT‘S ALSO FUN SO YOU CAN‘T DO ANYTHING WRONG HERE

perfect angel who is the actual treasure of my heart

#basically every time catra says hey adora

last lines tag!

i was tagged by @sanguinewritings ! thank you!

this is from my most recent wip (one that i honestly can’t figure out what to do with whoops). the premise is that three kids, one from italy in 1847, one from hollywood in 1952, and one from a space-training school that is in space (sort of like the international space station ig) end up lobbed together in some weird town after they have all had a hand in a murder. ;)

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If Wren noticed the word or the touch, he didn’t show it. He kept staring and staring, like he could bring Carina back to life if he focused hard enough

Her bony, scorched fingers scraped over bloody cheeks. “I hate you,” snarled Carina again. “Nic will never look at you again. You’re a murderer. Murderer. Murderer murderer murderer—”

She repeated the word, over and over until it twisted itself into meaninglessness, until Carina Valentino and her blazing fury had vanished without a trace.

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the sword isn’t broken im just lazy

teehee