i'm just writing a short story

Honestly, I think the whole “don’t pay the writers” thing boils down to the notion that everybody thinks they can write. It’s the old saw about the novelist at a cocktail party having to hear someone say, for the millionth time, “I’d love to write a book someday.”

Someone–Stephen King? Pretty sure I saw this in a Stephen King foreword–once said they’d like to say to a brain surgeon, “Boy, I’d love to do brain surgery someday.”

We treat “the ability to put words into a sentence” like it’s just the same as “the ability to form a coherent narrative that engenders a variety of emotions within the reader and puts them in a scene and shows them what they didn’t see before”.

And that’s like me drawing a stick figure and saying I’m an artist.

Writers are constantly devalued because everyone thinks they have a book in them and don’t realize the level of skill and commitment it takes to finish even a short story, much less a whole book. 

This goes well beyond fandom, but man, I would’ve hoped fandom would know better.

writers:
  • break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared
  • fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)
  • blunette is not a thing
  • new speaker, new paragraph. please.
  • “said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it
  • use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.
  • if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read
  • follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs
  • your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it
  • i love u guys keep on trucking

So, my whole life I thought my favorite color was purple. “What’s your favorite color?” “Purple.” Always. That was my answer. And it wasn’t a lie. I truly believed my favorite color was purple.

And then my sophomore year of high school, someone I had just met in art class asked me if my favorite color was green. I have her a weird look and responded, “no, purple.” She shook her head “nope, you literally wear something green every day. Your favorite color is definitely green.” And I laughed it off. We’ve been friends ever since, and she hasn’t let it go. “Where’s the green?” “There’s the green!” And I never thought twice about it.

But lately I’ve started noticing that my closet is full of green clothes. And while I do find the color purple very beautiful, I actually prefer green. And I find the color green just, very attractive. And I realized that green is my fucking favorite color.

This makes it sound like green being my favorite color was forced upon me, but honestly it was nothing like that. Green has always been my favorite color, I was just not able to see it and accept it.

And I’ve also recently realized that when I write this short story, you could replace a few choice words and this would be the explanation of how I realized I was gay.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics with slytherin!harry. Preferably in the long range?

I have a few! I am very picky about my Slytherin!Harry, because I don’t like him to be OOC (sooo no Harry supporting Voldemort or anything like that) and I find that a lot of Slytherin!Harry fics make him into an entirely new character. I thought the following ones were very well done though!

Slytherin!Harry Recs

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
My favorite Slytherin!Harry fic! It’s a canon re-write starting from book one, but enough things change that it stayed exciting throughout! Also Harry has a pet snake! And Snape becomes his mentor!! ALL THE GOOD THINGS!!! You should be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?
kfhdsjrg3hi SOUL MARKS!!! c;mbxneiu EIGHTH YEAR!!! rewuy,obsk AMAZING AUTHOR!!! Harry is forced to move to Slytherin!!!! Need I say more? Seriously, this fic is amazing. Harry doesn’t act super Slytherin, but he has to live there, so it counts, right?!

Malfoy Flavor by Vorabiza (199K)- Harry’s ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.
Okay so this one might be a tiiiiiiiny bit ooc, but I LOVE VORABIZA’S STUFF and it’s so fun to read that in this case I don’t even care. Harry disguises himself as Dustin Snape (okay I know I also had to get over the fact that this is a horrible name) and “transfers” into Hogwarts and is a total badass and just READ IT.

Other People’s Choices by Lomonaaeren (49.5K so far)- AU. The Sorting Hat doesn’t just let the Sword go when it falls on Harry’s head in the Chamber, but also Sorts him again, this time into Slytherin. Harry is furious and terrified, and the adults aren’t helping much.
WIP. And I haven’t read it yet!!! But it looks amazing and Lomon is always amazing, so I am very excited for it to be finished. Also, if you are just looking for a Slytherin-esque (adult) Harry or Dark!Harry or Grey!Harry, she has written a ton of that in other completed fics!

Progressive Displacement by GatewayGirl (21K)- Harry didn’t mean the wish that way. From his point of view, it hadn’t even worked.
Another one I haven’t read! I just discovered it right this very moment while poking around to make this list, but it looks really good! I think Harry wakes up in several alternate realities, and he’s a different Slytherin!Harry each time. All I know for sure is that it starts with Harry taking Draco from Azkaban, and I love that <3

Cunning and Ambition by MinaAndChao (372K)- “The weak in courage is the strong in cunning” -William Blake. One small gesture and one simple sentence change lives, and through it, history. A Slytherin!Harry AU. Abandoned in the sixth book.
This series is a pretty straight-forward Slytherin!Harry re-write, and it stays pretty similar to canon. It was abandoned in Book Six.


Also soon (hopefully!!) you will be able to read my WIP, Test of Time! Harry and Draco both go back in time to just before first year, and Harry ends up being sorted Slytherin this time around. There will be Slytherin politics and Draco teaching Harry how to be more Slytherin (among many other things; this is just a side-plot), and it will diverge almost entirely from canon :D

halliescomut  asked:

I love all of your pet pics that you share. They always make me smile. I am curious as to how your dogs and cat get along? Does your cat just ignore the dogs, or do the cuddle sometimes. I'm just curious. Thanks for being awesome and using your voice for good! P.S. Your new short story is wonderful, I can't wait for more writing from you, but no pressure.

Seamus and Watson have been best friends since the day Watson came into our house 7 years ago. Watson and Marlowe have had a more difficult relationship, mostly because she thinks he likes to be chased. (He does not).

But about a year ago, Watson stopped running away when she chased him, and instead did a combination of the fainting goat and OH NO BITCH MEET MY CLAWS routine. Somehow, Marlowe got the message, and now they sleep together in front of the fireplace when it’s cold out.

Our cat, Luna, got so fed up with Marlowe, though, that she literally moved out of our house and now lives with a nice couple a few houses up the block. We miss her, but we see her when we take walks, and she’s so much happier with them, so it’s all okay.

I’m just scared you know? What if I fall in love with him and he leaves? What if he leaves just like the rest of them? I’m not ready for that, I don’t want that mess again. I just now picked up all my broken pieces; I really, really don’t want to do that again.
—  c.f. // “I’m fragile, handle with care”

I’m gonna write a very cute very gay story about a novelist and her girlfriend and it’s gonna have the best title ever but I don’t wanna spoil it cause it’ll be great and I also already have an entire au plotted out because of a pun on that brilliant title. Be excited if this is your thing. And if I remember to post it on here.

Mom I never told you how much it scared me when it rained.
You would put a bucket under all of the leaks and act like it wasn’t a big deal.
But to me it was terrifying.
Mom I never told you how one day the rain never stopped.
It was when grandma died.
I finally understood the phrase “when it rains it pours”
And mom I never told you that it poured for the next 4 years.
I’m not proud of the things I did, to stifle the pain.
I’m not proud of the amount of times I thought about just ending it all together.
Mom I never told you how I used to look in the mirror and cry.
I didn’t want you to think it was your fault,
You did your best to make me feel beautiful
But I struggle with it to this day.
Mom I never told you how I let boys treat me.
How I thought so little of myself,
And how I let them do and say whatever they wanted to me.
Mom I never told you how much it hurt to live,
How I forced myself to breathe because that was the only thing that meant I was still alive.
That meant I could still see you laugh, and smile.
Mom I never told you how much you meant to me.
How you were the bucket in my storm.
How you unknowingly held me up so I could piece myself back together.
How you didn’t just give me life but you helped me hold on to it.
Mom I never told you,
I never told you how you saved me.
—  Mom, I never told you… / SM

Imagine being the inspiration for the main character of author!Wonwoo’s latest novel.

Did you ever really love me?
Or was I clueless,on the edge?
Yearning for your affection
That was just too far a stretch
—  remnants of reminisce #1//@a-graveyard-ofstars

anonymous asked:

Hey, so this is probably weird, but I swear I'm not joking. We're supposed to write a one-page analysis of a short story for unversity and we have three options given by the teacher, and one of them is Suzy of the House Miller, more specifically the first two chapters. Just figured I'd let you know.

Really? That’s really weird yet incredible! Would you happen to have a picture of the assignment? (I’m really curious now)

ai-ga-mawaru  asked:

What can I do to regain confidence? I went a couple months without writing because I had internet issues (I need to dictate, I can only do it for free with google docs), but now that it's fixed, I'm afraid I'll hit a block. Help ;;

You won’t know if you don’t try. Don’t let your inner critic get you down before you even get started again. 

You need to start writing something, anything, every day, or at least consistently. Build your “writing muscle” back up again. I especially like the advice about writing something you can finish, like a poem or a short story or even just a blog post. 

Here are a few tips about powering through, and some on motivation. Some more on motivation, with extra swear words. 

If you feel like you’re procrastinating, look here for advice.(Some general good advice, really.)

Make sure to take care of yourself, too. It’s better to find your rhythm and identify your best writing process than it is to feel like you have to push yourself.

Good luck!

– mod Aliya

anonymous asked:

Hey, so I spent all of yesterday reading through your writing tag, and there was not a single story that I even remotely disliked. Your style is so unique, and your stories are all fascinating and have your own original voice. I was wondering if you know others who write original short stories as well, b/c I know you can't constantly write, and refuse to demand it of you no matter how much I love reading your stuff. Thank you so much, you are a fantastic writer and I'm glad you've shared it. :)

Ah thank you! I’m glad you liked them all, I have to say that I wish I could constantly write lol. These past few weeks have been busy and I haven’t been as active as I want!

That being said, there are a lot of great writers on tumblr! @elleleuthold, @fontess, @musingsofanintp, @nyxtales, @elisalromagnoli just to name a few off the top of my head! 

You can also check out the Caffeine Challenge tag (X) for all the great writers that participated in my once in a blue moon challenge! They’re all great and I love them!

I’d also be remiss if I didnt mention @writeblrconnections! A lot of writers have profiles on there and it’s absolutely wonderful!

Sometimes it’s okay.

It’s okay to love someone who doesn’t love you back,

It’s okay to fall out of love with someone,

It’s okay to not have feelings for the nice one,

It’s okay to be head over heels for the jerk,

It’s okay to be sad,

It’s okay to want to stay in bed all day,

It’s okay to fall down,

And it’s okay to take some time to pull yourself back up,

Sometimes it’s okay to not be okay.

—  But just know, It’ll be okay /SM

anonymous asked:

Hi DC! I'm inlove with your killugon fic. I have read most of it, except MxH hehe. Do you still accept plot ideas or write short story for killugon? Sorry if this is out of the blue, I would like to read a killugon from you base on virtual reality game(their appearance is base from what race or class they are), then they get to accidentally meet in real life! Sorry if this doesn't make sense hehe. This idea just popped in my mind. I just want to share it with you :3 I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORKS!!!

AHHHHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU’RE SO SWEET!!!! I’m not actually doing requests at the moment buT YOUR MESSAGE WAS SO NICE and I was actually thinking about doing a killugon fic just like this (did you read my mind??? XD) so here we gooooo

Virtual reality/game au! Based on the Hunter Quest cards in which Killua is a thief and Gon is a warrior/knight person? XD (I hope this is something along the lines of what you wanted anon ^-^)


Gon looked up just in time to see Killua stumble, the sharp end of a silver spear sticking straight through his chest.

Gon stopped breathing. 

The enemy yanked the weapon out of Killua and Gon’s partner jerked at the rough movement. Droplets of blood fell to the earth, staining the dirt bright red as Killua started to fall-

“No- KILLUA!” Gon shrieked and his throat burned. 

He sprinted forward, slashing his sword through the air in a blur. The enemy - the one that had stabbed Killua, that had hurt Killua, had snuffed out Killua’s third and final life without even considering about the consequences of his actions- let out a cry as Gon’s weapon was buried into his heart. 

The enemy burst into a multicolored fractions of light and scattered into the air. Coins and rare artifacts clattered to the ground- luxurious rewards for defeating such a high-level player. 

But Gon couldn’t care less about riches while Killua was bleeding to death in front of him.

 “Killua!” Gon collapsed to his knees and pulled the thief onto his arms. Killua hissed in pain and the blood drained out of Gon’s face. “Oh no, I- Killlua, I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry! J-Just, stay still, I’ll find a healing potion for you! I know we have some, so you’ll be f-fine in no time, Killua, you’ll be-”

“G-Gon,” Killua gasped, beautiful blue eyes screwed tightly shut. “Sh-shut up. For once. Please.”

“B-But, Killua-”

“Gon.”

Gon shut his mouth with a click and Killua let out a shuddering sigh.

“Good. Now, I need you to- ahhh- listen, very c-carefully. Okay?”

Gon shook his head violently, digging his fingers into Killua’s pale arms. “You shouldn’t be talking, you need to preserve your energy so you can heal!”

Killua winced. “I c-can’t. The injury…it’s too severe. And that was my last life. I don’t have anything left to k-keep me in the game.”

“No, don’t - don’t talk like that,” Gon begged as his eyes prickled and burned. “There has to be some way to save you, Killua! I-I won’t accept anything else!”

This was a game, a virtual reality! There had to be a way to keep Killua alive! Like a loophole or a cheat or- or- 

“Gon.”

A gentle, red-stained hand cupped Gon’s jaw. Gon looked down into Killua’s eyes- blue like cloudless skies and rolling waves and crystal gems- and his heart shattered at the calm resignation he saw there.

Killua’s voice was soft as he whispered, “Gon. There’s nothing you can do. I’m going to die.”

Tears spilled down Gon’s cheeks and landed on Killua’s bare chest. Letting out a quiet sob, Gon pressed their foreheads together as he cradled Killua to his chest. His breathing was erratic and his shoulders shook uncontrollably.

“I d-don’t want you to g-go,” Gon cried and Killua laughed brokenly.

“This isn’t goodbye, s-stupid. Find me, in the real world.”

Killua’s body started to glow. Gon’s breath hitched and his eyes flew open wide.

“No- NO!!! Killua, don’t-!”

“Find me,” Killua pleaded, voice starting to grow distant. “Find me, and then we can be together. For real.”

Gon opened his mouth in a scream, “KILLUA-”

His partner exploded into thousands of shards of light. Killua’s body dissolved into the air and the last thing Gon saw before he disappeared for good was the small, warm smile gracing Killua’s lips.

And then he was gone.

Gon sat frozen. Minutes ticked by but he didn’t move. His heart was still beating, his lungs still breathing, but he felt numb. Empty. He stared at the blood staining his hands- Killua’s blood- and his stomach rolled. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, Gon lifted his face to the sky. He inhaled deeply and tried to think around the soul-crushing despair that threatened to swallow him whole.

Find me, Killua’s words echoed in Gon’s mind. Find me, in the real world.

Gon curled his hands into trembling fists. First, he had to wash off the blood drying on his hands. There was a town nearby where Gon could stay until he was strong enough to travel again. He would gather up his strength, find other allies to help him.

He would finish what he and Killua started here, in the virtual reality of this game. And once he won, he would take the winnings and use it to find Killua back in real life. Nothing else mattered beyond that.

“Wait for me, Killua,” Gon whispered into the empty canyon. “I’ll save you, I promise. Just wait for me.”

it took me years to see that you didn’t come with just suitcases and a couple of shoes. instead, you came with everything you’ve ever held, loved and bought.
and although i have always thought of the word ‘stay’ as a lie, i now know that it can have a different dimension of meaning altogether.
—  tanvi  r
When you find someone besides me, I hope she doesn’t write too many little paragraphs about you and in fact, I hope she doesn’t write at all. Because you don’t want to have to deal with another girl like me again. And if she writes I’m sure it’ll be all about your blue eyes and how good your arms feel around her waist and I promise you she’ll think too much and get too attached just like I did and I hope for your sake she’s nothing like me because you deserve better and I’m only lucky you didn’t realize that sooner.
—  (via revivee)
Memory Lane

Part III

Part I | Part II

Asce’s first physio session does not go well.

He doesn’t get as far as he’d been expecting, and his temper gets the best of him.

He’d always felt it, sizzling away under his skin, but he hadn’t realised how explosive it was until he’d managed to wheel himself away in his chair (because his fucking body can’t weight bare enough for walking yet, he’s got to build up to it and that’s bullshit) with tears of frustration clumping his eyelashes together.

He’d left Riskua there and he feels like shit for it, even more so when he discovers she’s fallen asleep by his empty bedside waiting for him to get back.

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