i can never finish one book at a time

The 1 Element Your Flawed Character MUST HAVE

If you’re a reader, you’ve probably experienced this before: you pick up a book, it seems pretty interesting, you nonchalantly decide to read it – “whatever, might be good” – and then … 

A paperback explodes life as you know it.  

Encountering a book like this can give life sudden clarity, it can change the way you look at the world, it can help you overcome something and grow, it can give you new purpose, it can inspire you to change your life, it can transform your future. By the time you’ve finished that book, it has become a part of your life – and will probably remain that way forever. (*Holds up my battered copy of Narnia as evidence*)

This magical experience is pretty much the ultimate goal for a reader. But if you’re a reader AND a writer, the fulfilling moment is inevitably marred by one depressing thought:  

“I’ll never write anything that good.”  

To which I say:

I beg to differ, little discouraging voice. With dedication and persistence, anyone can write a story that will be deeply meaningful to a reader. 

The trick? It needs to be deeply meaningful to the writer first. 

If a writer is going to give a reader a life-altering piece of knowledge, that means the writer already has that knowledge to give. We have all experienced things worthy of a story. We are all characters, journeying through arc after arc, becoming better or worse. From living these stories, we learn and see things more clearly, just as protagonists do. Which means we have something to say, something to write about, something to give. 

But to do so, we have to shoot for art.

The word art seems terribly vague, unattainable, and intimidating. But I don’t think it has to be. By “art” I’m going by the definitions given in two of my favorites quotes about writing (writing is art, so these apply): 

“Art is born when the temporary touches the eternal.” – G K  Chesterton


“…It is an art. It is the best of all possible art, a finite picture of the infinite.” – N D Wilson  

Both quotes state the same thing, in different ways. Art is about depicting and communicating something true, something universal, something everlasting about life and humanity, through something tangibly created. A definition which sounds an awful lot like the definition of metaphor: “a thing regarded as representative or symbolic of something else, especially something abstract.” Which sounds a lot like storytelling, because story IS metaphor. It’s life, condensed and magnified, all of its components there for a specific reason – to represent and convey some deeper meaning. So storytelling is naturally suited to being art. Which is good news for writers.

But it can also mean trouble. Storytelling is proven to be one of the most powerful teaching methods there is; a story actually has the power to get into someone’s head and heart and change everything, because to a reader’s mind the events on the page are actually happening. They’re living another life, a life that seeks to prove whatever the author wants to say. So writers have a responsibility to make sure the meaning of their story is true, morally and logically. 


Your main character is flawed, both in ways that only hurt themselves, and in ways that hurt others. These flaws are causing them to ruin their own lives. If they don’t awaken to this unwelcome truth about themselves, they will be lost. What happens to them over the course of the story, as they go after their singular goal, is going to apply pressure to these flaws until someone new – and most of the time, better – is made. The journey will teach them something, and that knowledge will enable them to overcome their weaknesses and forge a better life. 

And I bet you can guess what that story will teach them. That thing that is deeply meaningful for you, so meaningful you want to share it with readers? Yup, that’s what your main character is going to learn.

It’s going to be the SOLUTION to their inner problems. When it comes to characters, the meaning can be wrestled into three parts, adding up into one concise sentence. 

1) To achieve *a better state of being*

2) One must *moral and mental requirement*

3) Or else *the inner stakes*

To see how this works, let’s look at a fairy tale, the most straightforward example of this concept: 

Let’s see Cinderella (the live-action 2015 version). 

The meaning of the movie is summed up in this scene, and the story seeks to prove it throughout: 

“Have courage and be kind… It has power, more than you know. And magic.”

The story revolves around this notion, and everything seeks to represent it and prove it, in true Fairy Tale fashion.  

So in one line, that Ella’s arc proves: To achieve victory over abusers, one must hold onto their courage, kindness, and goodness no matter what – or else succumb and turn into someone like them. 

Exemplified in her last words to her stepmother, that truly defeat her forevermore:

So! Constructing these sentences can help give our flawed characters a destination to motor towards. Which makes writing their arcs much easier. And maybe we can construct a character arc and story that will become one of those magical reading experiences for a reader. And then, maybe one day, we’ll get letters from our reader, telling us exactly what our stories gave them and how it has saved their life in some small way (or maybe not so small way.) 

If finding a book like this is ultimate goal of a reader, I think getting a letter like that is the ultimate goal for a writer. 

Well, there’s my motivation. Time to go figure out what the heck I want my book to say. 

reasons i’m glad i’m still alive

  • snowy days wrapped up with a blanket and hot chocolate
  • hot chocolate in general
  • sour gummy worms
  • warm, cute scarves
  • when you take a really cute selfie and you look hella fine
  • finding a really, really good book that you finish in one sitting
  • throw pillows that perfectly match my aesthetic
  • planning a house on Pinterest that i will probably never have
  • the way the sunshine feels on your face
  • holding a newborn baby and that cute little smell they have
  • beautiful signs with cute saying for my walk
  • the day flip flops go on sale at old navy
  • a fresh adult coloring book with really cool designs
  • new sunglasses
  • a fresh set of color pencils
  • getting manicures and pedicures
  • when there’s candy everywhere around Halloween time
  • fresh baked chocolate cookies
  • fresh baked cookies of any kind
  • fresh baked anything
  • when you say ‘i love you’ and truly, wholly and completely mean it
  • mint Oreos
  • just those moments when the fog lifts and you realize how good life can truly be
Sugary🍰 sweet confection Bad ❌for your teeth👄 Spicy, 🌶red-hot🔥 chocolatey🍫 I'm minty fresh 💨 but it ain't for free💎 Legendary queen👑 from NYC🗽 Sassy, 💁🏾never shady🐍 Classy, 🥂but I can still take it to the street🍻 So you know 👩🏾you better never 🚫try to come for me💪🏾 Season nine 9️⃣, out the gate Finish line🥇, no time to wait🤸🏽‍♂️ Ten queens down, 👑only three3️⃣ to go And I'm laying bitches 🤷🏾‍♀️out like dominoes💰 Sasha 🥚 reads books📚 Shea 👩🏿turns looks💄 Trinity crazy 💃🏻but off the hook💁🏻 But the number one 1️⃣ queen is 🗣P-E-P-P-E-R 👸🏾 Bitch 👆🏼you know the rest 👀
A Place to Call Home

A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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Then Again, P11  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s note:

(Here I am, 30 minutes early! Wild!)

Hey guys! Thank you so much to everyone who commented in one form or another last night and today. To everyone else: Y’all aren’t allowed to read this chapter, you didn’t earn it 😉 

All jokes aside, those comments really meant a lot even if they might’ve been slightly forced 😅 I finally got back into the writing groove last night and I’m hoping it lasts!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

Without further ado, a slightly longer, Peter P.O.V. chapter:

Then Again, Part 11

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Standing up, I turn and survey the area by default. Cars are gliding down streets, two workers from the hotel are smoking outside, and the bugs from the trees and lampposts are buzzing and flying without purpose.

Everything is calm, normal, and still. It gives me another dose of hope. I can fix this.

I’m going back and making things right. I’m ready to apologize. Maybe I can salvage this trip, the thing she’s been so excited for. Speaking of which, I’ll definitely need to apologize to Ned and MJ too. The whole team, considering.

I pick up my phone, wondering if I should send her a text so I don’t waste another minute of her being upset or worried while I figure out how to sneak back in the building.

My screen is full of ignored messages.

“Ned: did you just leave? seriously?

“I heard the door. was that you or her?

“MJ said if I can’t hear yelling under the door you’re probably not there. so where are you??

“unless you’re there by yourself.

“but i’ve heard you cry and that’s not you.

“I know my messages are going thru. you’re totally ruining whatever chance you’ve got.

“dude this is like the worst peter parker behavior ever. way worse than ditching me and MJ at that party. she’s seriously upset. you should be there.

“may said you’re still being unreasonable. come on bro. this is the last text I’m sending u.”

The last message is from half a minute ago, half an hour after the previous text.



It’s like ice water has been poured down my back. I’ve never seen Y/N actually cry over anything. Like sad-scene-in-a-movie cry or just-finished-reading-a-really-good-book cry probably a million times, but nothing real. She’s only quiet if something gets at her. I’m the one who can almost never keep my emotions off the radar. If I could, my eyes and throat wouldn’t still be burning and my face might look less red than my suit. (Not that I have it. Aunt May has it on lockdown at home.) Ned’s right: I should be there. I should have been able to stay with her in the first place to talk this out.

As I picture her in that room, crying alone, I feel my gut drop and my throat itch. This is the worst part of tonight.

Ned is definitely right. Or was, half an hour ago when he dubbed this my worst behavior ever. I have to go back immediately.

Get it together, Peter. You’re Spider-Man.

The whole walk back, I think about how I left her alone and probably more confused and hurt than I was when I stormed out. I’m such a shitty friend. This is exactly why I don’t deserve to be more than that to her. Jogging up the stairwell, I imagine how many people are in this hotel, all concentrated in the area I’m about to enter (though they’ll be stacked above and below and on the side of me), and how if each of them knew how horrible I’ve been, they would probably kick me out. I can’t believe I left her crying.

I pause at the top of the stairs. I take a breath and I open the door.

Quietly with the key Ned and MJ left me, I slip into the room. For the split second it takes me to shut the door, light from the hallway falls over a massive blanket cocoon huddled on the left side of the bed. It’s something she does whenever she’s stressed or anxious. Anytime she has an important paper or project or presentation, she ends up like this the night before it’s due. It helps when she gets headaches too, I think.

You did this, dumbass.

My chest is tightening all over again. I take a few steps forward and kneel beside the bed. I’m semi-prepared. I tug a corner of blanket away from her face and lean in near her ear to whisper.

“Y/N? I know you probably don’t want to see me right now. I just want to say I’m so sorry. I… I’m an idiot. A bona fide moron. If you never want to talk to me, I understand. But if you do, I’ll make it up to you. I’ll be your personal slave for a month. I’ll let you wear the suit whenev- like twice a week. I’ll do anything you want. I’m so sorry I freaked out and messed everything up.”

That wasn’t so hard. I exhale.

Y/N doesn’t respond.

She’s not even awake.

The faint glow from the streetlamps outside and the alarm clock on the nightstand is enough to outline her face in pale red. Not a muscle moved. I’ll say it again tomorrow. More. And I’ll say it better. If I practice a better speech in my head a thousand times, maybe she’ll forgive me. Then we can work on never letting this happen again.

God, I’ve been such a moron.

I stand up and head to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Maybe it’s from trying to talk to her after today, but there’s this numb tingle in my arms somewhere between an itch and restlessness. It reminds me of how weird the first week was after the bite. Like the rest of my body is pushing my skin too far.

I look at the mirror. Shit. If Aunt May were here, she’d probably be freaking about a bit. I look rough. I look like shit.

I shake my head and focus on just getting ready to sleep. As inconvenient as it is, the competition is still tomorrow.

On the sink: my toothbrush, toothpaste, and retainers. Good, right where I left them. My bag…. Not where I left it. It was on a floor. Now… it’s not. It’s not in the bathroom at all. There’s a bag, but not mine. I turn off the light and open the door.

I use my phone to look over the room with dim light. Nothing. I open my messages.

“Ned, did you take my bag by accident?”


Ned might be asleep now; MJ definitely is. If they have my bag, I don’t have my clothes. I planned on sleeping on the floor, but I really don’t want to be just in my trunks when she wakes up and we talk. That’d be weird.


“Ned: not an accident. MJ’s idea. you’ll be the most vulnerable person in the room and self-conscious enough to feel cornered into a bit of honesty. it might help the mission. it might make you think before you speak.”

Life would be easier if my friends weren’t so smart.

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EXO: They Can’t Sleep On Their S/O’s Shoulder

A/N: I just.. I imagined Chanyeol sleeping on my shoulder and I feel bad lol

Minseok (Xiumin)

—Minseok would find it adorable that you’re just that short. Despite the neck pains he’d get after trying to rest his head on your shoulder, he will still do it any other day. The first time he attempted to rest his head on your shoulder was when you were on a road trip with Jongdae and Chanyeol (who was also the driver). The two of you occupied the backseat whilst Jongdae sat on the passenger seat. Since your destination was a few hours away, he wanted to take a nap for a few minutes to conserve his energy. When he adjusted himself to reach your shoulder…

“(Y/n), can you please sit up? I can’t reach your shoulder.” he whined with his head bent down to your side. 

“Sweetheart.. I’m short. Shut up.”

Junmyeon (Suho)

—In your years of relationship, Junmyeon had never tried sleeping on your shoulder. Nope not one bit. Well actually.. there was one time he tried, and that would explain why he never did it again.

You were both sitting on the couch, you reading a book while he watched a movie. The movie was half way finished when you suddenly felt weight pressing down on your shoulder. As soon as you felt hairs tickling your neck, you knew he fell asleep. It was the first time, so to make it memorable, you took a selfie. Since you were short, he was leaning on to you in a weird position, as if his body was about to break in half.

When Junmyeon saw the picture, he was so embarrassed. But you kept on saying he looked rather cute in his sleeping state.

Yixing (Lay)

—This ray of sunshine loved sleeping on your shoulder so much he wouldn’t mind having neck pains the next day. Even though you kept telling him to at least put a pillow on your shoulder to elevate his head, or maybe just not to sleep on your shoulder, he still kept on insisting; saying the pains will go away but the warm sensation of your skin lasted forever.

“Yixing.. Please, you’re gonna hurt your neck again..“ you lifted his head from your shoulder, only for him to pout. 

“I’ll adjust then.“ Yixing then proceeded to lean down, sliding himself lower on the couch so his head can finally reach your shoulder. He might have rested well, but his butt was numb the whole day.


—Baekhyun isn’t the tallest man you know, but he sure does well when it comes to teasing you about your height; especially when you’re sitting down. He would pretend to ‘accidentally‘ sit on you, claiming he didn’t see you or that you were just so small to see by the naked eye. Well, sucks for him because he has always wanted to sleep on your shoulder, but due to your lack of height, he can’t even if he wanted to.

“(Y/n), your shoulder is too low. You need to grow bigger.“ he poked your shoulder. He was feeling cuddly the whole day, and all he wanted was to snuggle with you with his head resting on your shoulder and burying his face at the crook of your neck.

“That’s what you get for teasing my height, Byun.“

Jongdae (Chen)

—Unlike Junmyeon, Jongdae wouldn’t mind getting into a weird position when trying to sleep on your shoulder. You’ve never teased him about it, but the other members have. 

You were having a movie night with the boys when Jongdae fell asleep; his head falling deeply on your shoulder. You tried your best on adjusting yourself, hoping to lessen the awkward bending of your boyfriend’s neck, but it was no use. The other members were snickering at Jongdae when they planned on fooling around.

Chanyeol soon took your place on the couch, with his shoulder now being rested on by Jongdae’s head. Just imagine your boyfriend almost kissing Chanyeol on the lips when trying to wake up because he thought it was you. Not a good sight for everyone.


—Poor baby will never experience a peaceful sleep when attempting to rest his head on your shoulder. He had tried numerous ways just so he can finally experience his long desire of sleeping on your shoulder. He tried putting pillows on your shoulder, sliding down on the couch, making you sit on big pillows, (he was also close to telling you to drink vitamins that can make you grow taller. He didn’t tho. You’d kill him).

“Channie, all your plans are useless. Just sleep on my lap and I’ll massage your head.“

He might not get to experience the ‘sleeping on your girlfriend’s shoulder’ concept, but at least he gets all the head massages whenever he naps on your lap.

Kyungsoo (D.O.)

—Kyungsoo rarely shows skinship or what you call public display of affection since he’s 1. Very shy and actually conservative. 2. He’s always the one who wanted to maintain his masculinity (yeah jokes on him because he gets all gooey when you kiss his neck).

But when Kyungsoo does, he sometimes would try resting his head on your shoulder. It can get awkward though especially when the two of you are seated because your shoulders are too low for him to reach.

On the bright side, there are times when he’d give you a surprise back hug when you’re cooking or just looking in the mirror. He’d wrap his arms around your waist, him hunching his back to rest his chin on your shoulder while he tells you how beautiful you looked wearing his shirt.

Jongin (Kai)

—The two of you would be sitting on the couch watching your favorite TV show when he suddenly broke the silence between the two of you.

“(Y/n), how come you always get to sleep on my shoulder but I’ve never had?“ he asked. A laugh would escape your lips at his odd question, but when you saw he was actually serious, you’d turn quiet.

“Well.. Do you want to try now?“ 

He smiled widely, nodding his head like a happy child. You straightened your posture for Jongin to reach your shoulder, but he only sat there looking down at you with a blank expression.

“Never mind.. I might break your shoulder.“


—You loved laying your head on Sehun’s shoulder. His husky scent and warm cuddles made you feel at ease whenever you’re close to him, so it won’t be a surprise that you’re always seen getting all cuddly with your boyfriend.

Of course, just like Baekhyun, he’d tease you about it. He would tell you how short you are so you always cling on someone bigger (and that someone was him). He once also called you a koala because of how tight you would hold him whenever he removes himself from you.

But deep down inside of him, he’s a little bit upset that he won’t get to experience sleeping on your shoulder. Yet he’s still thankful that he never failed to make you comfortable whenever he’s around.

Have a great day~

Tales From the Continental: The Marker- Prologue

John Wick Imagine

Reader x John Wick (kind of? more friendly)

Synopsis: You find John in your house, coming to you for help… you think…


I was enjoying my night out on the veranda, drinking my sweet tea, curled up with a book, when I felt the air change, felt the temperature rise ever so slightly, the tension in the air increase. I can’t say it was a surprise. I’d been waiting for it for a few days at least, shocked, if we were being honest, that it hadn’t happened earlier. I’d told Rico three days before that this was going to happen- he’d been reluctant to leave on his trip because of it.

I let the silence go on, excruciating in its depth, for longer than I probably should have, but I’d always had a flair for the dramatic, and so had he. Finally, I relented.

“John.” I said only one word.

“Y/N.” And so did he. He never had said much. This time, though, he continued. “You don’t seem surprised. Or concerned.”

I still hadn’t turned around. I lifted my glass to my lips again, ice cubes clinking, sweet tea on my tongue. “I’ve been expecting you.” I finished my drink, setting it back down. Closing the book. “And we both know I can probably take you.” I still didn’t turn around. “Come sit down, John. It’s been a long time, and it’s rude to linger in doorways.”

A few silent strides and he sat, diagonal from me so that his back wasn’t exposed to the French countryside below, but instead to the wall of the garage. He’d seen better days. He appeared to be bleeding from an abdominal wound, his suit was torn, and he had a black eye. It appeared that he hadn’t slept in quite a while- the bags under his eyes were huge and his face was pale and drawn. Not the best of times for John. I poured him a glass of tea. I’d thought to set out two.

“You really were expecting me.” He grunted. I nodded. He took a sip, set the cup down, and proceeded. “So, you’ve heard then.”

“About the contract? Yes. I got the message, same as everyone else, a few mornings ago.”

“Right. And what did you do when that came through?”

“I turned off my phone and went back to sleep, John.”

“Fourteen million is a lot of money.” He sounded more uneasy than he looked. We both knew I wasn’t about to try to kill him.

“It means nothing if you’re too dead to spend it.” I refilled my glass nonchalantly.

He leaned back in his chair. “You said yourself that you could kill me.”

“I said probably. You know I don’t take a contract unless it’s a sure thing. You are far from a certain kill, John. Besides, I could never kill Jack’s brother.” We were both silent for a second, lamenting the dead.

“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.”

“I haven’t said that name in a long time.”

More silence.

“You came here for a reason. I assume it’s for help.” I finally continued. He nodded once. “You’re bleeding. You need a place to sleep.” He nodded again.

“My stitches tore out. And I haven’t slept in three days.” He downed the rest of the tea.

“I’ll get my med kit. There’s a guest bedroom upstairs. You’ll be safe here.” I stood. “You’ll have to tell me what else you’re here for eventually. You didn’t fly to France to get patched up by a non- doctor.”

John stood, wincing at his injuries. “I will.”

I turned to lead him into the house, opening my phone to text Rico and assure him that John had not in fact come to kill me, when I paused. I turned around. “John… do I hear a dog whining out front?”

To be continued….

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 1)


Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Extreme flirtation? Other than that, none… yet. 

Words: 1,110

Originally posted by nellaey

Contentment, I believe, is one of the hardest things to accept. After a 6 long years of sadness and a never ending sorrow which has occupied my life immensely, I have finally seemed to have reached a peak of happiness. Sadness, I assume, can only last so long, but I believe it’s only a matter of time, a matter of seconds where anyone is truly happy, and right now i’m am caught in those few seconds, I better make sure not to blink.

I have reached my last year of schooling with nothing too eventful to fall under my name. My summertime is coming to an end and i’m willing to accept the fact by this time next year, I will by no means have to attend Hogwarts anymore.

I’m a pureblood, in Gryffindor house, but not a pure-blooded Gryffindor. My mother, Y/M/N, is a ravenclaw, my father is nothing more than a Slytherin, and frankly he was ashamed that I wasn’t sorted into either. My best friend is called Lily Evans. She has bright red hair and beautiful blue eyes, she’s been the only thing to keep me sane during my time here. Mainly, my focus has been strictly on schooling, maybe I’d have a little fling here and there but nothing too spontaneous. This year, I expect that to change.

I would like to put in a effort of making myself more appealing, more noticeable. Not that no one didn’t notice me, because Merlin knows they did, I have a handful of admirers but none of them I admire back equally. This time, maybe if I tried, the ones I’d like to get to know would take a liking to me as well.

Me and her sat on the train, gossiping, going on and on about our summertime. She had been writing letters to the Potter boy all summer, and I had been working on myself.

“You look stunning Y/N!” She continued to say, and I smiled my cheeky smile, looking off into the gray distance.

We continued talking, blabbing on and on, until a loud knock pounded onto the window of our train box. The boy behind it mouthing, “Open up”

She obliged, picking up her wand and unlocking the door, Potter and three others piled into the car.

“Lily!” James yelled, his eyes suddenly landing on you.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m James.” He said, fixated on you. You smirked slightly, reaching your hand out to meet his.

“Y/N.” You reply, gazing into his eyes, trying your hardest to seem mysterious, flirtatious.

“James, Y/N’s a gryffindor, like us.” Lily said, smiling at you.

“That so?” Another husky voice said, your eyes wandering to the source.

“Sirius.” He continued, holding out his hand.

“Hello Sirius, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You said back.

“The pleasure is all mine,” He smiled cheekily, then continued. “I thought girls like you turn up in slytherin–no offense Lily.”

“None taken.” She said, smirking at you, knowing your plan.

“Girls like me do, and I would be, my father’s a slytherin, yet they put me here.” You sighed dramatically, the other chuckling. 

“He must not be too happy then.” Sirius added back, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“He isn’t happy at t’all.”

“Were one in the same.” He finished, smiling at you flirtatiously.

“Remus.” One said, nodding at you, smiling brightly.

“Y/N.” You added again, reaching your hand out once more.

“How have I never seen you before?” Remus asked.

“I’m asking myself the same.” Sirius added, looking at you up and down, you could tell he wanted to devour you.

“Well, y’know I tend to hide myself in the shadows within my textbooks.”

“First time I met her she was talking to herself.” Lily added, giggling.

“Pretty and crazy, I like it” Sirius said, leaning back in his seat.

“I’m not crazy.” You said back, smiling, poking your tongue into your cheek.

“I find that hard to believe.” He countered, crossing his legs.

“I second that.” Remus agreed, laughing.

All you did was smile and look back over to the gray sky outside the window, you knew this was going to be a good year.

Everyone continued talking, Remus, Sirius, and Potter and exchanging looks with you from time to time. You also introduced yourself to Peter but he seemed a little distant, yet he watched you intently as well.

The train whistle screeched as the machine stopped abruptly on the tracks, all of us plopping into one another, Sirius holding me steady with his hand around my waist.

“Easy, Love.” He said to me winking, I began to roll my eyes, scoffing at him. I bet he does every girl this way, tries to lure them in at least. We all quickly piled out of the car, still joking around with one another, bumping into other students on the train.

“Oi, look.” Potter says, bumping Sirius in the ribs, catching Remus’ and Peter’s attention as well.

“What is it?” I asked, searching the snug train isle way.

“Severus.” Sirius said, his attention now fully on him.

He had greasy black hair down to his shoulders, and deep purple bags resting under the crinkles of his eyes. He seemed sullen, as if he never smiled once in his life, he seemed almost content with his sorrow.

“What about him?” I asked, genuinely interested.

“He has a mad crush on Lily, and I mean mad.” Sirius says.

“Thinks he’s in love with the girl.” Remus Adds. 

“Oi, let the boy like who he wants, not my fault I have admirers.” Lily said playfully, winking at James.

“I should toy with him, have a little fun.” I said daringly, Sirius giving me a mischievous smile.

“I like where this is going.” He said.

“I could be a little flirtatious with him, see how he reacts. Seems like he’s never had a woman before in his life.”

We all continued walking, all the way up to Hogwarts. Foolishly, and mercilessly playing around with one another. I made sure to sway my hips each time Sirius walked behind me, making sure he saw the curvatures and how the plateaus of my body danced. He was hypnotized, I could tell, his mouth practically watering at the sight of me. Yet, each time one of his fellow whores walked passed him he made sure to say hi, and they did the same back, then giggling away with one of their friends. I laughed to myself, twirling my hair around my finger. I could put a spell on him, I just had to play him right. I had to play them all right.

[Note: If you have a request for an event you would like to happen in this series just message me, and yes, there will be smut. ;)]

I find myself praying for the first time in years. My hands clasped in the forgotten position as I ask a god I’m not even sure I believe in for one more day. One more day with you, and I promise I’ll say all the words I wanted to say. One more day, and I swear I’ll love you right. That’s all I want, just one day. My hands shake, but I’m not finished yet. I need one more day to prove that I can be the person you always wanted me to be, always needed me to be.

Just one more day, I beg, one more day.

—  K.E.F

Originally posted by jug-and-bets

Jughead and I had been dating for the last year and my parents had just recently let him stay over in separate beds of course .Don’t get me wrong I love Jughead but he can get sucked up into writing his novel and he doesn’t notice me for the whole night which can be annoying. This scenario was happening tonight.

There he is, sat five feet away from me not looking away from the laptop in front of him, fingers tapping at the keys in an impressive speed. “Jughead” I say, he still doesn’t look up from the screen. “Jughead …..Jug….Juggie” I say as I roll around in the bed beside him. “Hmm” he murmurs slightly acknowledging my presence. I look up to where the light from the screen is illuminating his face. “Do you want something to eat?” I ask knowing that this question would peak his interest. “Uhh… yeah get whatever” he states still not looking up from his laptop. Well at least he answered the question. I get up of my bed and walk down stairs to make some pizza.

After about twenty minutes I walk back up stairs this time my hands are full with a plate of pizza and two sodas. “Here you go” I sigh as I plop back down onto the bed. He mumbles some sort of thanks and takes a slice of the pizza. The night continues on like this with Jughead writing his novel and me waiting on any type of affection from the boy. When the affection doesn’t come I get up and go into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I get back Jughead is cleaning up the reminiscence of the food we had ate earlier on from my bed. “Thanks Jug” “You’re welcome” he says as he walks down the stairs. I get into bed and cover myself entirely with the blanket and turn around so that I can’t see the door. After a minute or so I faintly hear footsteps come up the stairs. “Goodnight Y/n” he says from the doorway, when I don’t answer him he comes closer to my bed leaning over me to see if I’m asleep. I close my eyes quickly as I feel his body weight being placed on the bed. “Y/n” he whispers into my ear but when I don’t respond he assumes I’m asleep and places a quick kiss on my forehead. Most nights he sneaks into the bed beside me hoping my parents won’t catch him but tonight he exits the room and goes downstairs to sleep on the couch.

The next morning I walk down stairs to find Jughead wrapped up in a very uncomfortable position on the couch but it’s still early so I walk past him quietly into the kitchen. As I make breakfast I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a head rest on my shoulder. “Good morning beautiful” he says groggily into my shoulder. I don’t reply and keep my eyes focused on the food cooking in front of me. I feel him shift as he grabs my waist and turns me around to face him. “Okay what’s wrong with you?” he says with a frown. “Nothing” I mumble trying to turn back around to continue cooking but his hands prevent from moving. “Don’t lie to me Y/n I know something’s the matter now spill” he says leaning into my face. “You ignored me all night Juggie you didn’t say more than five words to me” before he can reply you cut him off “We never get any time to just talk one on one and when we do you spend it writing, I get that the book is important but shouldn’t I be too” when I finish talking I huff and turn around to resume making breakfast. In my peripheral vision I see his face peaking over my shoulder. “You know you’re cute when you’re angry” I don’t say anything just pout even more. He grabs my waist again and spins me around to face him. “Okay let’s make a deal we can spend the entire day together without the laptop if I get to choose what movie we watch” he says in a very convincing tone of voice. I look up at his face and smile “Deal” I say with a smirk. “Are we friends again?” he questions. “I think we’re more than friends Jughead don’t you think?” I say with a laugh. “Yeah you’re right” he says leaning in to kiss me. After a couple minutes I push him off “Do you smell that” I say turning around. When I look down I see the cause of the smell “Oh my god Jug the food is burning” he starts to laugh. “This is not funny Jughead you made me burn the breakfast” I say trying to sound mad. He starts laughing again “I guess we’ll have to make another deal then wont we”.    

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afirewiel  asked:

What is your favorite non-Austen period novel? Movie?

Okay I’m gonna do a rundown of all my favourites because making me pick one is just mean. (Also at one point in my notes on the following books and films I just wrote “Bagels” and I can’t for the life of me think what I might have meant or autocorrected that from. Maybe a shopping list started to take form. I don’t know.)

(If the film Miss Austen Regrets and book Longbourn by Jo Baker count as non-Austen then include them.)


Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in India - 2001 (Sports! High stakes! Sticking it to the Colonial Man!)

Mozart’s Sister - 2010 (Beautiful music! Gorgeous androgyny! GIRLS CAST TO PLAY THEIR ACTUAL AGE AND NOT SOME 20-SOMETHING PRETENDING TO BE FOURTEEN!)

Possession - 2002 (I’ve tried the novel, and A.S. Byatt has some beautiful prose but her structures sometimes do my head in, so never finished it. Ignore Paltrow as best you can and enjoy lush Victorian Gothic mystery and the ending is one of the most poignant things I’ve ever been pleasantly surprised with on film, and it leaves you wondering about many, many things…)

Jodhaa Akbar - 2008 (You could put Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai in the worst commercial ever made and I would watch it. Costumes, scenery, and, as a friend once put it “I’m not sure how they did it, but they just had a sex scene without any sex.” Bravo.)

Water - 2005 (Deepa Mehta is such a fantastic filmmaker and I loved this whole trilogy but Water is my favourite.)

Elizabeth - 1998 & Elizabeth: The Golden Age - 2007 (The costumes! The caMERA ANGLES!!! The compli-fucking-cated mess that is Elizabeth I.)

[Okay Tumblr won’t let me embed any more trailers, but those ones are easy to find, they’re out there.]

Vatel - 2000 (Any foodie who is also a fan of The Sun King and his era will dig this one. A great score, baddie Tim Roth.)

Alternatively, in the same era: A Little Chaos - 2015. Storyline is a little weak, but it’s so beautiful and the cast is great and the M U S I C. Kate Winslet. Alan Rickman. Helen McCrory. STANLEY TUCCI.)

Also: they’re not films, but TV shows - honourable mentions to the Spanish series Gran Hotel. It’s like a good version of Downton Abbey, only sorta on crack and with a tonne more murder mysteries; and while I have some Issues with its so-called hero and some comparatively weirdo plot-points in S3, overall, it’s fantastic and I’m obssessed. Please don’t mix it up with the Italian re-make which looks horrible in every way. Like, main actors dressed in a poorly-sewn-table-cloth-bad.

And shout-out to the new CBC/Netflix series Anne. I will defend this show to the DEATH, alright? They’ve gone bolder and fresher and have managed to involve period realism in a moving way while retaining the sunshine-and-pinafores element that so many people love about L.M. Montgomery’s work. There’s heaps of women with production credits, and I think it shows. Geraldine James is already my favourite Marilla after one episode, and I feel like R.H. Thompson (HEY JASPER DALE HEEEEY!) and Amybeth McNulty are likely going to become my favourite Matthew and Anne, too. People have complained about this series going off-book and in particular some have condemned it sight-unseen because the writers/directors are putting a feminist spin on it and OH GOD THEY SAID FEMINIST QUICK WE GOTTA SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE BECAUSE CHILDHOOD IS RUINED, but honestly it’s just perky and gorgeous and scrappy and nobody can tell me to my face that Kevin Sullivan didn’t go all the fucking way off-book from the very beginning so I am not gonna sit here and insist that the Megan Fallows Anne of Green Gables was perfection which could never be improved upon because that’s just a plain lie. It was nice and it has its place but it’s time for some new blood. (And NOT the telefilms they’ve also come out with recently with Martin Sheen, bless his heart, but they took a brunette child actor and dumped an atrociously stark box of red hair-dye on her before drawing on her freckles and then telling her to please play everything theatrically to the back of the house even though there is a camera ten inches from her face.) I am HERE FOR ANNE. RIDE OR DIE.


After that you might assume my L.M. Montgomery recommendation would be Anne of Green Gables and sure I won’t say DON’T read them, but for my money the Emily of New Moon trilogy is more my jam and I wish to God and Netflix in all my prayers that there might someday be a decent adaptation of them.

I was really into Cassandra Clark’s Abbess of Meaux mystery series for a time, but then things went a bit pear-shaped in what I think was the fourth(?) book and everything was OOC and honestly I haven’t caught up on the later books after that and they seem to be self-published now but I am a sucker for nuns and mysteries so I’ll probably get back into it when I have time.

The Princess Priscilla’s Fortnight and The Solitary Summer by Elizabeth von Arnim. Vacation-reads! Beautiful prose, some wry wit, and fun hijinks. If you’ve ever wanted to run away and live in an isolated cottage in the wilderness for a little while, these are for you. [ETA: I recently got my hands on a copy of The Jasmine Farm so THANK YOU to one of you who recommended it I am loving it so far only I don’t see the appeal in Andrew so wtf Terry you can do better.]

Edward Rutherfurd’s geographical history novels–Sarum is the classic to start with, but the others I’ve read are very good, too. (London, New York, and I’m now working my way through a first-edition of Russka.)

Amy Levy. A M Y   L E V Y. Criminally under-recognized Jewish Victorian novelist and poet. Novellas Ruben Sachs and The Romance of a Shop. (RS a beautiful and bittersweet story about the conflicts between love, identity, and expectations, and some would say a response to George Eliot’s Daniel Deronda. TRoaS reading a bit like a less treacle-sweet variation on Little Women, where four sisters try to make their way in the world by setting up their own photography studio in late 19th century London.)

The Making of a Marchioness by Frances Hodgkin Burnett. Colonialist racism appears in this one, so be warned. Still the book is a THOUSAND times better than the utterly dreadful adaptation known as The Making of a Lady. Jane is better, Emily is better, Walderhurst is better, pretty much EVERYONE IS BETTER. The pacing is better. The plotting and suspense make actual sense.

The Scarlet Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy. A classic, and the grand-daddy of every secret-identity superhero.

The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy. Like, it makes me MAD how good these books are.

And last but not least, a non-fiction selection in Vere Hodgson’s WWII diaries: Few Eggs and No Oranges. Nothing else has ever brought the experience of living (or trying to) under the shadow of the bombs and the threat of invasion quite like these diaries. Fascinating details, engagingly written, and at times a stark reminder that the Allied victory we take for granted in our history could by no means be counted on by the millions who dwelt in daily uncertainty.

Fic Master List

UPDATED October 4th, 2017

The Royal Romance

Maxwell x MC

Originally posted by almalz

Maxwell’s Waltz – Fluffy stuff I wrote imagining what went through Maxwell’s head during his waltz with our MC.

Just Stay With Me – Angsty piece from Maxwell’s POV.

Anniversary – Fluffy cavity-including scene set in post-TRR future where Maxwell and MC end up together.

AU Daddy!Maxwell Series

Week One –Marianne Crawford ends up taking a substitute job at Cordonia’s most prestigious private school, but her parent volunteer in class isn’t quite what she expected.

Week Two– As her class goes on a field trip, Marianne wonders if there’s more to Maxwell Beaumont than meets the eye.

Week Three– Marianne has a difficult time celebrating an American holiday, so Maxwell decides to help her out.

The Savannah Series This is a series where Bastien goes to find Savannah to ask for her help catching the person hurting women at the Cordonian court.

Chapter 1                                    Chapter 2                                     Chapter 3

Originally posted by lauralauvett-loves-confusedmoose

Drake x MC (Note, I started writing MC as Riley… then as I slowly realized how much I shipped her with Drake, I changed her name to Jo.  The pieces where I write about Jo are mostly my HCs about her and Drake)

Old, New, Borrowed, Blue – Probably my most popular Drake story, about why Drake doesn’t like weddings.

Coronation Ball – Fluffy, happy post-TRR piece where a little girl named Riley laments that she can’t attend the Coronation ball for Cordonia’s new king.

Happy Birthday – Fluffy stuff about Drake’s birthday two or so years after TRR.

The Risk He Didn’t Take –This is the alternative ending to “A Risk Work Taking” that’s under the Liam x MC section.

Whispered Truths – A short little ficlet set after the Beaumont Bash.

Your Choice – Probably my most popular fic, period.  After Drake and MC’s kiss in the study, Drake is forced to choose between the two women who mean the most to him in the world.

When You Wish Upon a Star – Angsty, terrible piece about what happens when Liam doesn’t choose MC.

After All These Years – Follow up to “When you Wish…” when Drake confronts Liam about the choice he’s made.

Signs– A slightly AU conversation from the chapter about Drake’s birthday where he and Riley discuss their star signs.

Hour by Hour-- Drake lays awake the first night he’s able to hold Jo in his arms.

You Deserve This– AU piece where Drake comes to see MC after the coronation disaster. (A follow up to Signs)

One Last Time– Drake is certain Jo will change her mind once she can marry Liam, so he decides to give her a goodbye she’ll never forget.

Make a Choice– Settled into their new life in upstate New York, Jo notices something odd about Drake’s behavior… WARNING…may give you diabetes it’s so sweet.

Forbidden Touch-- Liam realizes something about Drake’s relationship with Jo.

The Missing Scenes Series

I wrote some “missing” scenes from TRR Book 1 for Drake and Jo as some HCs.  I didn’t get around to finishing these… maybe one day.

Nobodies-- From Chapter 1

Candid– From Chapter 7 (probably my favorite)

Simple Things– From Chapter 15

Originally posted by lietulietas

Liam x MC

A Risk Worth Taking – Knowing how Drake feels about Riley, Liam puts himself and his heart on the line for her.  Fluffy, happy fic!

Four Gifts – For his coronation gift, Riley gives Liam four things that bring them together. 

Four Gifts, Part 2– Years after his coronation, Liam gives his daughter her own gifts for her coronation.

Bedtime Story– Liam tells his granddaughter a fairy tale about a prince and hte princess he loves.

Remember– Years after the scandal that nearly cost Caroline her crown, she worries about what may happen to her daughter.


The First Day  – With Riley and Liam spending their lives together, Hana decides it’s time to live her own life.

The Freshman/The Sophomore

Originally posted by thedesire

James x MC (Katie Lightwood)

Reunited, Part 1– James and Katie’s relationship fell apart after The Freshman came out, but a chance meeting ten years after the book’s publication makes her reminisce about the man she used to love.

Reunited, Part 2– With James once again in her life, Katie struggles to handle the emotions that his reappearance brings out in her.

Reunited, Part 3– As her one chance to make things right with James slips away from her, Katie’s forced to decide if it’s worth risking her heart again to avoid repeating her past mistakes.

Crossovers and Random Fics

Originally posted by byaseashore

A Man of Your Talents, Part 1-- A RoE/Hero Crossover.  When his heart is broken, Dean returns to America to forget the woman he loves.  But when an interesting proposition comes his way, he can’t help but wonder what the future holds for him.

A Man of Your Talents, Part 2-- A RoE/TRR Crossover held in a world where MC choses Drake instead of Liam.  Not meant to be a “sequel” but takes place in the same universe.  

Where Is She?– Blaire Hall struggles to find her daughter.

These Days– In a country bar, Sam Massey and Leo share a dance and memories of the people they love but can’t have.

Blessed– When Queen Caroline escapes her royal duties for the day, she finds herself at the restaurant owned by Jess and Blake.

Tell Him– When Eleanor Waverly visits the Royal Cordonian Palace, she has a ghostly encounter (this is horror… y’all have been warned)

I’ve been meaning to make a post about this but I’ve been busy. I finished Breaking Legacies and I have only one complaint… it ended. That’s it lol. It’s over and I’ll never experience the gloriousness that is reading it for the first time ever again.
I sincerely hope this book becomes a hit in the LGBT community and beyond because it is SPECTACULAR. It’s a story that I believe everyone can enjoy with characters that are… gosh, I could go on about each of them for hours. The book is over 400 pages long, and the author takes her time to really flesh out the characters and relationships and it is impossible to not care about them. It’s refreshingly unproblematic for a story that is set in a medieval fantasy type of setting. There are SO MANY amazing women and several of them are women of color, including one half of the main pairing. (Ava… *sighs dreamily*)

Also THE ACTION SCENES, OH MY GOD! Action scenes are so difficult to write, but Zoe is a pro at them. It’s easy to understand what’s happening and it’s a lot of fun. Shit gets intense and you feel like you’re watching an action movie lol.

The lore and the background is well-established and super interesting, and there’s even a section in the back of the book that gives you maps and a timeline and a brief history of the events leading up to when the story takes place.


There’s something here for everyone so definitely check out Breaking Legacies by @mezoereed. You won’t regret it!


In conjunction with sharing our classic or favorite Hunger Games fanfics this month through @loveinpanem, I wanted to show some appreciation and love for the tireless efforts of the artists who take several different pictures and somehow create stunning banners. The thing is, having posted both with and without banners, I can say that having a banner for the story…it’s almost like having a cover for a book! The visuals! The excitement! The happiness that someone enjoys your story enough to create art for it! The “hey, that’s my story!” moment of giddiness when the banner wanders across your dashboard. It’s an amazing feeling.

The above banners are all made by the incredible @loving-mellark for a few of my fanfic stories. Two of these banners may never see the light of day otherwise, one because I stalled big time on the story and the other because it may be finished as an original instead. Still, it seemed wrong not to share Any’s work with you. Thank you for all you do, darling Any!


If you dare to read this story, you become part of the Experiment. I know that sounds a little mysterious- but it’s all I can say right now.
- Max

Happy National Book Lovers Day!

7th grade, middle school. The 2011-2012 school year was a life changer for me in many ways. One of them being in my English Lit/Comp class we were required to do a thing called silent reading: read a book for the first 10 minutes of class and record it on a reading log. At that point, I was at the prime of my hard core otaku stage and all I would read is manga. There were times before that I would attempt to read an actual book but I would never finish. With the encouragement of my teacher (who I owe so much for many things), she allowed me to take the time to browse through her classroom library for a book that would spark my interest.

Eventually I stumbled upon a small trade paperback novel titled Maximum Ride by James Patterson. Fun fact, at that moment I remember my older sister reading a book of that series a year or so before then and that was actually the reason for me to give it a try. 

I didn’t know what I was gonna get myself into, I really really didn’t but by the very first page I. Was. Hooked.When those 10 minutes of silent reading were up, I did not want to stop. I asked my teacher if I could read it until the end of class, I still didn’t want to stop. I asked her if I could read it during lunch, I still didn’t want to stop. I asked her if I could borrow it to finish it during the weekend. By that following Monday, I was on the second book that I borrowed from the school library. 

For the rest of the year, I was all about Maximum Ride. I re-read them multiple times because I loved it that much, including the manga adaptation (I was basically on cloud nine the fact that my favorite book series is also a manga). I highly anticipated the release of the supposed last book that Summer (eventually finding out there was one more 3 years later). Basically I would not shut up about it.

Despite how the series ended (bless books 1-3) and despite how I may not love the series as much as I did, Maximum Ride holds a very special place in my heart. The story of Max and the Flock was what got me into reading books. It showed me that there is so much more than manga, that a good story and amazing characters don’t have to be within a graphic novel. Not only that, it sparked my interest on writing; by mimicking Patterson’s style with the way he wrote Maximum Ride, I created and developed my own unique writing style that not only entertained my teacher but my classmates as well. 

No matter what anyone may say about the Maximum Ride series, it will never ever change my feelings about it and how much it has done for me as a person and as a reader. 

beatrice--baudelaire  asked:

Hi Brenna! Lately I've been doing a lot of writing but one things that's distressing to me is how much my skill does not line up with my passion and ambition. There are stories that are very important to me and I want to write them NOW but I'm afraid I'm not a good enough writer to do them right. I don't want to wait until I'm good enough to do those stories but I also don't want to "ruin" them. Did you ever struggle with that?

Oh. OH man, this is one of those totally-normal/the-absolute-worst things. (Ira Glass actually has a really nice quote about it, which Zen Pencils then made into a really nice comic.)

I think that quote/comic is good advice on its own, but I would just like to add:

In my opinion, you should work on the stories you’re passionate about NOW, even though you might feel like you’re not ready to do them justice. In my experience, people will pretty much always push themselves harder for the things they care about, and that extra dose of investment can really help speed up the process, even if it can’t wave a magic wand and overnight it.

That said, you might still be disappointed with your early efforts, which means it’s really important to remember that you didn’t ruin ANYTHING. You tried to tell a story you care about, and if it doesn’t look right yet, so what? It’s not gone. You didn’t use it up. Even if it turns out well, even if you’re pretty satisfied and it looks pretty story-shaped and you wind up publishing that early attempt somewhere (not required, don’t worry if you don’t)—even IF that happens … if later you get to thinking “oh wow, I wasn’t ready, I could do so much better now” you still get to try again. 

I think we have this idea that as writers, the worst thing we can do is repeat ourselves. But actually, we return to our personal interests and obsessions all the time. Edgar Allan Poe wrote like a million stories about premature burial.  Artists sometimes have whole Blue Periods. I will pretty much never stop writing stories about moral ambiguity and what makes something a monster—that’s just what’s on my mind. Now, the particulars may change as you gain practice and experience, you might plot differently, or decide to play more and more deeply with character, or overhaul your descriptive style, whatever. That’s just artistic development. But you can ALWAYS come back to an idea.

It took me 7 years, start to finish, to write Places No One Knows. I wrote four other books during that time, and in between, I kept coming back to Places, and that’s fine. Right now, I’m working on a book that I’ve wanted to write forever and did not feel ready for—a lot of days I still don’t feel ready for it—but it’s never a slog and it’s never boring. I love it a lot. I might not do it right. I definitely won’t do it perfectly. But that’s fine. And I don’t mean that in the everything-is-on-fire way. I just mean it in the art-is-never-exactly-what-you-wanted-it-to-be-but-some-days-you-get-really-close way. And that? That feeling? That’s just pretty damn fine.

creative-expeditionist  asked:

Heya, I have this terrible and frustrating habit of starting an okay storyline, writing a few chapters only to completely abandon it. I have never finished a book in my life and it is starting to get on my nerves. Any advice?

Yes! That happens to me all the time. I love to dump books. Here’s a few things to try:

1. Write shorter and work up to it. Try reading a few short stories and planning one. Or, fanfiction can actually be a great exercise for this.

2. Dig out one of your older projects and force yourself to write an ending for it. Even if you only got 10k into what was supposed to be a 60k book. Just grind out an ending of some description, and then file it in your “done” folder. Sometimes knowing I accomplished something gives me drive for the next one, and even if it doesn’t, reading over it later will give me insight into what went wrong.

3. Get into the habit of writing stuff that isn’t necessarily fun or really exciting. If you make and keep a goal of writing once a day or once a week or several times a month, stick to it. Sometimes writing will be really boring. “I don’t wanna grind out a scene about this and i forget where i was going with it” I probably think that about… hmm, three or four days out of seven.

But sometimes working on a scene i  think is going to suck gives way to something awesome. This week I had a cool idea in the middle of a book I keep trying to dump because shiny new ideas won’t stop cropping up.

Make a shiny new ideas folder. Keep the new ideas in there. Call them off limits until you get done, and try your hardest to stick to that.

Good luck!

Sometimes my book habit reminds me a bit of that Are You Being Served? episode where Mrs. Slocombe is suddenly and inexplicably obsessed with Mr. Humphries and copes with his lack of response by turning to the bottle and, inevitably, hiding her gin stash in suspicious places throughout the ladies’ department. (Incidentally, it’s one of the funniest episodes in the series with a hysterically unexpected ending to boot, so do check it out.) My habit is books, of course, not booze, but I’m still surprised (and a little mortified) by the secret stashes that result.

This pile is secreted in the tiny cupboard/closet behind my bedroom door and I’m not 100% sure it’s not indicative of a different sort of problem. :/ A good chunk of these were for my prenatal massage and doula classes but the rest have I’ve slowly amassed over the past few months, in theory because they’re relevant to birth work, but quite possibly also because I’m having a very difficult time accepting the fact that I can never have children. :( I found the twins books around the time that I was finishing Embracing the Season and justified the purchase (I think they were 59 cents each) as fic research, but to be honest, there were twins on both sides of my family (my mother’s mother and father’s brother both had twin siblings who died shortly after birth and my father had twin aunts). The next ones were supposed to be mine. :(