there’s a little writer living in my brain who just throws ideas at me at 3am like, “deal with it”
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@autisticplatypus
there’s a little writer living in my brain who just throws ideas at me at 3am like, “deal with it”
Warming up this morning with a little noodle dragon
"the world isn't kind" ok??? Much more importantly are you?????
"the world isnt kind" skill issue. I am
i looooove seeing artists & writers proud of their work!!!!! i looooove captions & authors notes that say things like “i’m quite happy with this” “i love how this turned out” “i had so much fun making this”!!!!!! i loooooove when the act of creation is joyful & we take pride in what we make!!!!!!!!!!
The mind numbing anger of chronic fatigue is getting irritable because you're so fucking tired but you really feel like you SHOULDNT BE.
You SHOULD be able to sit at a desk and do work. You SHOULD be able to just watch a freaking YouTube video. You SHOULD be able to just eat fucking lunch.
But you can't. Because your eyes are closing and it's like temporary death is taking you.
i finished reading your story and i must say that, while it's alright, there's so many plot holes because the characters made irrational decisions and didn't think logically 100% of the time. consider fixing this next time please
also, the fact your characters weren’t able to overcome their internal struggles is a massive plot hole. everyone knows emotions are very easy to understand and sort, and the fact your characters acted on them was such a massive story contrivance it broke my sense of belief. please fix this.
oh my god this diagnosis whose definition has been steadily widening for decades has higher incidence and prevalence rates than it used to. we should all get measles about this
I think the funniest and also best thing to me about reading a long-running book series is that it can be fairly obvious how much the writing improves as the series continues.
The other side of this: your writing will get better, just by you working on it. It's like any skill: the more you do, especially when you're being intentional about it, the more you'll improve, even if you can't see it because you're in the middle of it.
i want the ability to instill disparate concepts onto animals (the concept of houses, warts, midnight, etc) and like spend an afternoon throwing one concept at a time into a boar's brain and see how long it would take before you see the boar become visibly distressed as it starts connecting ideas together but has nothing to do with them
boar has learned about the concept of alimony at 2:39pm. boar understands alimony is connected to marriage (learned at 12:02pm) but doesn't know what divorce is yet. boar has conceived of the idea of truffles (knowledge intrinsic) being divested from him as a result of alimony but doesn't know how to anticipate or avoid it. boar has begun loudly grunting and tamping its hooves.
The trouble with being a writer is like. Yeah there's an entomologist living in my head but they don't know shit about bugs because I, the writer, do not know shit about bugs. So now for them I have to go and learn about bugs or they'll be the laughing stock of the entomology conference.
just remembered this old clickhole video i used to be obsessed with
[Poem transcription:
When You See Me by Vanessa Reyes
When you see me,
you notice my body,
the way my hips curve
under my dress, but that is not all I am.
I am also a terrible beekeeper.
When you see me, you look
straight at my chest.
You notice my lips, but
that is not all I am.
I also own thousands of bees and
keep them in a Jeep
Grand Cherokee that I call
the Beep Grand Cherokeeper,
and never go inside of
because I am afraid
of all the bees.
When you see me, you think about
who I've touched and who I've kissed
not about how many times
I've been to the hospital
for trying to extract honey from the
Jeep by rolling down the window
and using a hockey stick to scrape
the honeycomb only to be stung
by literally hundreds of bees.
When you see me, you
don't see me at all
because to you I'm
just another woman
who probably hasn't received
multiple injunctions from the city
about the illegal beekeeping
situation in my Jeep that has caused
a massive infestation to spread
throughout my cul-de-sac.
Even though the opposite is true,
and I am due in court on Monday
for this very reason.
So next time you see me,
take a good long look
because I am more than what you
see when you look at me.
I am the world's worst beekeeper,
and I am probably
going to jail.
]
Why did the narrative just hiss at me
the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string
You all need to hear this:
1. You probably dont suck at your craft as much as you think you do, I bet a lot of people are amazed at what you can make, and
2. If you actually are the Literal Worst In The Whole Wide World at your craft... who the fuck cares? What are they gonna do, call the police on you? Keep making your shitty little things, youre the boss of you, fuck the haters.
give me 10 years and maybe I'll finish a thing or two