I Need More Writer Friends. I Need Soundboards. I Need To Know That My Characters Aren't Driving Me Insane.

I feel like this is just writing in general. I'm trying so hard to approach all writing with a, "this is just for me - this is just for fun" attitude. It's difficult, but it's helping.

PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

Panville 💕

Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love mine, all mine, all mine 💕

This is so painfully accurate.

First day working in a bookstore, I had a gentleman come to the desk:

"Do you have any books on kidnapping?" My colleague and I both freeze. "Because my wife is really into it."

I look at him and without thinking go, "I hope you don't mean a how-to guide!"

He laughs and says, "No no! Like, books about kidnapping."

Visible relief on mine and my colleague's faces. After a while, he starts talking about his wife watching a show on Netflix - something to do with a serial killer who kidnaps people and traps them.

"In a bookstore basement? Oh yeah, I know just the series! Follow me, sir!"

He bought the entire You series by Caroline Kepnes. And some true crime stuff.

It's been 3 months and I'm still genuinely nervous that this man is alive.

My first Guardian Books cartoon for 2024

I notice his hands.

After so many years together, I thought they would have changed. I thought they would be stronger, show the years of hard work we've put in to this life we've created.

But they're soft, calloused only from the bar at the gym.

They don't show the effort.

They don't show the strain.

Is that because mine are the only ones putting in the work?

Is that because mine are the only ones gripping the tools, breaking apart the wood, ripping down the walls?

Did I make a mistake when I chose this man?

Did I not look closely enough at the details?

I have forgiven hurts so deeply carved, transgressions no other woman would allow, and now...

Now, I notice his hands.

I look at mine, scarred and marked from the backbreaking work of building our home, our life.

I look at his - as perfect as the day we met - not a blemish to be found.

And I wonder.

I notice his hands.

i will never get the people who are disappointed after reading tfota bc apparently it's lacking romance they thought would be there. like are u telling me “Kiss me, kiss me until I'm sick of it” doesn't make u giggle and kick your feet in the air? "You really do want me. And you hate it" does nothing for you? "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop" isn't making you FERAL? and "If you're the sickness, I suppose you can't also be the cure" isn't all peak romance. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THOSE DAMN LETTERS

🎨: hachandraws

being a writer is so embarrassing sometimes like awww no my feelings got hurt guess i'll go make up 90,000 words about it. ugh

I love Frostbite Studios so much. STUNNING artwork.

FROSTBITE STUDIOS ART IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE I SWEAR

this is like drugs. But BETTER

Art belongs to Frostbite.studios on Instagram

Help! I can't work out my character's Royal Air Force ranking. I'm looking online but it doesn't make it clear what age bracket you'd fall in to be these roles, especially in WWII...?

Does anyone know or have any resources they found particularly helpful?