Hello! I Am A Young -like, Under Eighteen- Aspiring Author And I Am Currently Writing A Book. I Am Nervous

every time i think i’ve escaped this video i find it on another platform someone help

(this is beautifully done i’m in love w it and also devastated)

Forgot to post here haha

i’ve been involved in fandom for years but tumblr has always seemed so daunting so i’ve never rly tried to use it but hey i’m here now what’s going on help

reading straight fanfiction feels icky

i have a spreadsheet for every fic ive read this year and its all categorized by like a dozen dif things it’s my pride and joy

“Are you really going to watch that again?”

Indeed I am, and I’d appreciate it if you’d kindly walk that judgement way the hell back, please. I’m here to dissociate and heal at the same time.

I stare at the screen for hours, trying to make the words come out, but they won't. I can't compel myself to take a break, because there's this voice screaming at me from the base of my brain...

"You've been told you're a great writer, and you want to be a published author. But all you have to show for it after forty-four years are a dozen crash-and-burn writing projects. When you have the time to write, you don't, for a host of reasons. If you don't have something written by the time you die--which comes closer with every passing day--you've wasted your gifts, you've wasted all the effort people put into educating you, and you've wasted your life. So sit down and WRITE, you worthless piece of shit!"

How do you get past the paralysis caused by the obligation to produce? Is there a way to trick your brain and your body into writing? Or do you just slog on through, no matter how long you have to sit there to get a thousand words a day out?

Perhaps you could try to be kinder to yourself.

I always give myself permission to write or to do nothing at all (staring out of the window or at a wall is okay). After a while spent staring at a wall it's often easier to write.

Remember if you write a page a day -- 300 words -- at the end of a year you'll have a 100,000 word novel.

Just finished Editor's Note.

Kindly,

Fuck you.

No, not kindly. You are entirely at fault.

For everything.

I have never in my life felt an emotion so strongly, one that I cannot place. The best way I could describe it, is an eagerness so tense I cannot move without letting everything out in a half-scream groan of resolution.

It's as if I am crying without tears or the rock in my throat that won't let me speak... thank you.

And thank you for the immense inspiration and elation I have for my own writing after reading this.

Now to read your Kravitz/Taako fics, I'm so excited.

this is so gratifying omg 🥺 thank you so much for reading, sorry for the not-rock in your throat 💛

Couldn’t resist, as soon as I saw the suit I had to draw the pookie 🥺🌟

The thing I love about the arc minisode in 1x03 is that from our perspective (and how the scene is written) this is only the second time Crowley and Aziraphale have seen each other, post-heaven (the first being Eden), and Crowley is so excited to see him.

Just look at his little smile!

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