revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"
being a writer is wild
like there are some days where all the words click into place and the sentences flow like silk and then there are other days where your plot is undergoing radioactive decay and you're about to punch through your laptop screen in frustration
“you look tired are you okay?”
no i’m not i spent all night writing about depressed gay people thanks for asking tho
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The more finnish literature I read the more convinced I am that all of it could fit into two cathegories:
Absolute trauma (likely linked to sex one way or another) that will grab your eyeballs and will not let go until you’ve read it (stuff by Johanna Sinisalo, Katja Kettu, Sofi Oksanen, Mika Waltari, Laulu tulipunaisesta kukasta) or silly blorbos going on feel-good adventures (stuff by Arto Paasilinna, Tatu & Patu, Moomins, Seitsemän veljestä (at least a third of the way in)) and then there’s stuff smack in the middle (Kalevala).
Sometimes writing is setting your fingers on fire trying to keep up with what your brain is creating.
...Then sometimes it's banging your head against the keyboard and hoping the result is better than what's on the page.
it's actually crazy that hearing the bridge of a single orchestral song cover will make you want to write a seven-book fantasy series
This is your signal to let yourself write the deranged, uncomfortable, disgusting fiction that you've been thinking about.
Just opened my fic document and found this
Thanks, past me. Incredibly helpful.