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Am I dead?
First, I want to say thank you to everyone who has contributed thus far, I did not expect to have this project to blow up like it has. However, that level of contribution is getting unwieldy with my current methods. So I am changing up my workflow a
As someone who writes stories about people, particularly women, having sex adventures, the recent outcome makes me feel like, even with the stated goals for my work, that perhaps I am doing more to contribute to the thing I am trying to fight than I am
Since I started writing I have always been asked what audience I am writing for. It was always a critique of work I turned in for school. It was also always a critique of work I turned in for my MFA workshops. That question, by the way, exists paradoxical
Thinking about doing a few paragraph stories to break up a block, so send me an idea or two n.n
There is nothing quite like these kinds of emailsHearing that I am making my kinks accessible and interesting to others? This is part of what I my writing is about.So keep being awesome anon and hope you enjoy more stories once I get them up n.n
Paused writing to fix the scale of Aine, Carissa, Clara, and Jadine’s measurements and am once again reminded my sense of scale is horribly off XDWas visualizing Aine as being built like @marymadisonlove when I have been describing someone closer to
oceanplait: superwholockey: tanzanator: bookworm-for-life: macapan: Limits of the Human Body by Soda Pop Avenue I am a writer I say as I reblog this i am an a R TIST FUCK THIS I’M A MURDERER Hey, I just like to know my limits.
writing tip #878:
I am so eternally grateful for the writing practice I had in the legend of korra fandom, the snk/attack on titan fandom, and the ace attorney fandom. I am thankful for the comments and the kudos but mostly the opportunity to write with fear, and write
mikkeneko: diversireads: So You Want to Name a Sino: A Guide to Not Making a Fucking Fool of Yourself Note: this will be long and very, very extensive because god I am so sick of this shit 2k16 I just want absolution and I don’t think that’s too
twofigs: i am writing all the time except just like inside of me and not outside
Random Writes 005
haiku-robot: sleenie: me: eyelids creaking like an old door while I ride waves of nausea and endless pain, seriously getting down to Teletubbies in black and white at 5:30 am the hellfire and death from whence I came: can you do something else the
kaylaofrp: kaylaofrpsarchives-blog: So this is pretty much a masterlist of a ton of smut guides/smut related stuff, because you can never have too many masterlists, am I right? Please like/reblog if you found it helpful, and reblog if you’re a rpcha
I am in writing hell where I can write 2/3 of the parts of my ot3 pretty well, but the other one’s characterization is a mess.
I am probably going to break 10,000 words on my jocae fic today………………. I. ok.
pokeabagel: danger-mouz: calirosegold: patronustrip: tootsienoodles: freackthehopeful: skylarghost: weasleyrocksyoursocks: seong: I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER SWEET JESUS You have your mother’s cheek
Stuck in a sorrowful spiral of my own endless tears, with no hand reaching out to help me in my struggle to stay afloat. I am alone in this now frigid water. I try to hold on, but am I going to have to eventually give up the fight? I fear the struggle
schnickledooger: writer-on-fireee: I am a reader. I am a writer. People assume I do these things to escape. You couldn’t be more right. I’m escaping a world I don’t like. A world I have no control in. In this world, I am nothing. I am a color,
I am tempted to stop every other thing I have even slightly active thoughts about doing until this stupid disaster is done. The last few months of health implosions have delayed progress even further, and now I’m just.I can be a writer. I can actually
Not worrying about a job or money i think broke my wall. I am able to write and think creatively. It feels good.
writing on the walls: the gift
P.S. Literary Agency
It’s now 230 in the morning, and I am nearly finished with part of the story I am writing. Sort of. It’s an important myth to the characters within my story. It’s a myth that means a lot to one of the characters, and I’m really
I know I’m going to sort of regret staying up so late in the morning when I have to go to town, but right now I am loving my writing. I am developing one of my characters, and I can see her a LOT clearer now than I could when I first had ideas in
Oh, and also, I came up with a new character for my story and I am currently writing parts of it out :) Quite happy with her, she’s got a unique name and I already love her
It is 12:54 am and I am nearly finished writing a cultural piece that belongs in my story
The other night when I got really drunk, I decided to write as much as I could and I actually wrote a LOT, and I actually really loved what I wrote. What scared me is that I titled it with another character’s name and scene so today I tried finding
I started a new chapter and character in my story and I’m feeling strong about this. The type of setting I am writing is so much easier than others I have written. It’s given me quite a lot of freedom actually, because it’s quite easy
I am actually really proud of my writings tonight :’) For the first time, I have accurately written down my own experiences with sleep paralysis. I think it has the potential to be a small window into what it’s like to be awake inside your
So I decided to write more during the day because staying up til two am writing, and not sleeping much isn’t working too well for me. So all afternoon I’ve been writing really good stuff….And the power went out. It literally only went
There needs to be a masterpost of writing references about cities, and different ways they’re run, or how large a city would need to be to hold a certain number of people and I am just no good at researching, I have no idea where to start and I
It’s almost one am and I am up late again. I have written a lovely chapter that I’m really happy with, and that just makes me happy as a clam :3
ellelalee: writing is hard I am literally doing this right now lol
ben-c: theselittleinfinities: ben-c: my eyes look so green rn tho???? ? There’s no way you’re human. You are clearly a sea goddess trapped in a human body. no i am a space goddess i am stardust in the cosmos uwu
Today I bought a leather journal to fill with my favorite poems and prose and lyrics and sayings and I have to keep stopping myself from filling it with only Pablo Neruda. I am always gonna be a romantic.
love-you-and-i-us:my sorrows pool up l tears drop like rainfall l i am blind for love
lucreziatrevellyan: “…but the truth is I am terribly weak. And I crave the balm of beautiful and soft things.” — Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)
finita-la-commedia: “I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.”– Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters
vethox:“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”Quote by Sylvia Plath
salemwitchtrials: Dawn, Octavio Paz [ID: I open my eyes / still / I am living / at the center / of a wound still fresh]
soracities: Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass [Text ID: “I exist as I am, that is enough,”]
prcyshelley:when oscar wilde said ’i am tired of myself tonight, i should like to be someone else’ and when sylvia plath said ’i wish i knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart’ and when rilke said ’this heavy
weltenwellen:Anis Mojgani, from “Here I Am”, Songs from Under the River: A Collection of Poetry
violentwavesofemotion: “I am not sad; nor am I either cheerful or indifferent. The more I sink into my heart here on this deserted seashore, the more I feel a boundless sorrow flooding my blood and washing it away.” — Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter
oephelia: “I am sitting at my kitchen table waiting for my lover to arrive with lettuce and tomatoes and rum and sherry wine and a big floury loaf of bread in the fading sunlight. Coffee is percolating gently, and my mood is mellow. I have been very
goodgirl4him: Is it bad that I am sitting in a meeting writing stuff to post on Tumblr? Yum. Didn’t think so. -gg
Someone mentioned this before or coffee. lol. I am bored.
am i a performer
oh, ooh, and i am not a recipient of a certain scholarship. at least mom took it well cause i got HOPE.
So i am writing my essay on the marriage lessons Odysseus and Penelope teach readers, and i wondered how to do my introduction.i once saw a wonderful introduction to a piece of literature on tumblr in which the writer compared the plot twists in a work
the sorrow seeps into my pores salty tears rip waves down the current of my epidermis don’t tell me that my imagination causes the loneliness to flow through my veins don’t tell me that it is for my own benefit I say do not tell me that i am overreacting
You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you. I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you. I want
I will never understand my own submission. I have no idea how it works, why I fall into spaces when I do, the chemistry I have. At my very core this is who I am and I need this more than anything but that’s about the extent of what I can take from my
I am not who I really am in the fear I’ll lose people I love-How long does this go on? I’ll just ignore myself indefinitely, maybe I will disappear.
its almost embarrassing how many times i’ve been casually writing dialogue and had to stop after i get to a certain word bc i forgot/dont know how to spell it properly anyways thank god for spellcheck
![salemwitchtrials: Dawn, Octavio Paz [ID: I open my eyes / still / I am living / at the center / of a wound still fresh]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ce19e0b0cfdaacd296f402430f4b3f7a/c19251de1e0bda47-5a/s500x750/3f2969b80169698557729d4f029139ef1fd94c09.png)
![soracities: Walt Whitman, ‘Song of Myself’, Leaves of Grass [Text ID: “I exist as I am, that is enough,”]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/4a097d292773da64b191269310355f98/794625d74a2b21ff-1b/s500x750/60d783c448fc75ab764f5cd33080e8fb38acd769.png)
