Magnus strode toward him. “I didn’t call you because I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else. Someone who incidentally will never love you back. Not the way I do”
“You love me?”
“You stupid Nephilim.” Magnus said patiently. “Why else am I here?
Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your
moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every
ridiculous situation you found yourself in. Not to mention helping you
win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
I'm super busy but the fact that you have several chapters of the color of love up that I haven't read is motivating me to be more productive so that I can read them already. thanks for sharing this fic with us!
I’m telling you, write every day, even if you only force yourself to write one sentence. When you force it even when you’re having writer’s block or not in the mood, you push through that feeling and surprise yourself with what you can write.
It’s so worth it to be consistent. That’s how I manage to write so much, even a chapter a week of some insane long epic while I’m focusing on editing other things AND randomly coming on Tumblr. :-)