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I’m Moving
Hi everyone! I starting out the new year by moving over to a new account. There is a reason for this, which I explain at length on the first post of that account, but suffice to say here that I’m turning over a new leaf for the new year and decade.
My new account is here: https://ruth-lund.tumblr.com/
It will probably take me a little while to move content over to the new account and reconstruct things. (I’m fighting a cold, blegh. Such bad timing.)
Anyway, I hope to see you all over there!
And done! See you all over there!
I’m Moving
Hi everyone! I starting out the new year by moving over to a new account. There is a reason for this, which I explain at length on the first post of that account, but suffice to say here that I’m turning over a new leaf for the new year and decade.
My new account is here: https://ruth-lund.tumblr.com/
It will probably take me a little while to move content over to the new account and reconstruct things. (I’m fighting a cold, blegh. Such bad timing.)
Anyway, I hope to see you all over there!
When Consuming Content Takes Over Your Life
I love a good series binge as much as anyone else. But it’s hard, especially as a creator, to keep consuming that content without creating any of your own.
And I’m not talking about just playing catch up with a series you enjoy or unwinding with a cup of tea and a book. I’m talking about, as a creator, just reading and watching and playing in a manner where it ends up consuming you instead of the other way around.
It’s like that scene is Spirited Away where No-Face devours everything in the bathhouse. You’re no longer tasting the good food or drinks. You’re no longer enjoying it. You’re consuming it just to feel… well, something.
And that’s not enjoying something anymore. That’s just hurting.
Did you know screen addiction is a thing? I didn’t until I (admittedly using a screen, oops) looked it up. I mean, yeah, it’d be easy to say that it’s an older generation harping on how the younger generation uses technology.
And no, using tech should not be automatically judged as bad.
Technology connects families across the world, for example. It provides boundless information for those learning more about ourselves or wanting quick advice on how to heal a cold. It is an endless virtual library that goes on, seemingly, forever.
But, only when used responsibly.
I’m only writing about this because I stopped (at 4 AM) and stared at the clock, then back at the series I was binging, then back at the clock and wondered what I was doing with my life.
The next day, I went back to writing. When I tried to open my laptop and write…
I was thinking about that series like it was a drug and pressing “play” was my fix.
I couldn’t think of anything else. It was terrifying. I didn’t have an issue with writer’s block before. Words were my escape. Writing was how I expressed myself.
And suddenly, all I could think about was…
I need to press play. I need more. I don’t want to create.
I want to consume.
As a creator, looking at other series or streaming services, reading books and comics, playing video games with gorgeous storylines. It drives inspiration. We love to create and to escape.
But when I spent all day escaping, I lost the will to create anything of my own.
In the future, I know I need to balance that. I was at a low point where new ideas didn’t come so easily. When stress, anxiety, and a lack of sleep took control. I nearly lost it.
I’m writing this now to say:
It’s never too late to create. I am so proud of all of you fighting mental health issues alongside other ones to try and find the will to create again. I hope you find a support network, and may the coming year be filled with joy, magic, and wonder.
-Fae
Can’t reblog this enough.
Not the way I figured it would turn out, but I learned something here.
This is called Trophic Cascade in ecology.
Cool!
Practical Tips For Writing With Depression
With depression, it’s hard enough trying to find the motivation to get out of bed in the morning before the next day begins. Summoning the energy it takes to write can be even harder, especially since depression (and sometimes medications used to treat depression) can stifle creativity. Here are some practical tips to help writers suffering from depressive disorders:
1. Write one sentence a day – on your phone. The sentences don’t have to form a story or even be related. Just set a daily reminder to open your Notes app and type a single sentence. Make it an opening line, a one-line synopsis, a description of the weather, anything! Let it be as vague, boring and inconsequential as “She opened her eyes and pulled off the covers.” The end. Congrats! You have just achieved your goal for the day!
2. Change your work space. Instead of writing slouched in bed, sit at the kitchen table, or vice versa. If you can’t leave your room, sit on the opposite end of your bed or even the floor. You don’t have to clean or decorate your space to make it cute. Your brain has become accustomed to its surroundings and even a small change – like facing the opposite direction – can help break away from this.
3. Thinking about writing counts as writing. This rule doesn’t usually apply but we’ve made an exception just for you! Your depression is affecting your creativity but, ironically, having a creative outlet can help. If you can’t physically write, set aside a few minutes a day to think about writing. Great if you’re bad at meditation.
4. Experiment with different methods of storytelling. Try a voice recording instead of your usual handwriting or typing. This way, you don’t even have to leave your bed. Set small goals like “I will create a one minute voice memo of a character description”.
5. Share your success! And your failures! Post on Tumblr, tell your friends, tell your pet… It doesn’t matter how small your success, celebrate it by telling another human (or otherwise) who will understand what it means to you and congratulate you for it. Treat it like a big deal even if it’s just a single sentence. Similarly, tell people about anything you perceive to be a “failure” no matter how small or silly. Get it out of your system and maybe find some support, so you can move on.
6. Instead of abandoning your goals, alter them! Don’t give up if you failed to meet your goal once or even ten times. You need to retrain your brain to understand that these attempts at bettering yourself are lifestyle changes. If something isn’t working, don’t abandon ship. Make your goals easier, for example: instead of writing daily, plan to write once a week, even if it’s just one sentence.
7. Abandon deadlines and the like – sort of. Some structure is good - even required - in recovery. But if trying to stick to a routine, meet a deadline, keep up your word count, wake up or write at a certain time or similar rules are restricting you from writing (for example, if you feel so bad about constantly missing them that you sink further into depression and write even less) then be sure to give yourself days without them every now and then. Make a note of whether this is helpful (you’re more productive - yay!) or harmful (you backpedal - oops). The trick is to keep experimenting with different methods until you find something that works for you!
8. Accept your circumstances. Instead of seeing yourself as an ex-writer or a failed writer, reaffirm that this is simply a time in your life where your mental health (and possibly other circumstances) have made it difficult for you to flourish creatively. Don’t fret over how long it’s been since you picked up a pen or opened your Word document. Accept that this is a temporary break or a roadblock that will be over one day. Until then, your task is to focus on healing.
Good luck!
Thank you for this.
a small bird got loose in the store earlier and it was super freaking out about being inside. bonking into the lights on the ceiling, frantically squeaking, etc. so of course, i want to help this tiny critter, and the managers want it out, because we’re a grocery store and we cannot just Have A Bird.
what i MEANT to convey to my supervisor was “i raised chickens for ten years and also sometimes i catch feral pigeons in the park to de-string their feet and do first aid so if you need help catching this finch i can probably do it.”
what actually came out of my mouth was “i catch birds in my spare time.”
which was, judging by the look on his face, the most terrifying thing anyone has ever said to him.
Me working an event. Head of catering about to just toss out about five pounds of untouched, leftover rolls and sliced bread that were at each table. She asks if I want any, so I get a big box and tell her to load it up. Bread is soon falling over the edges and she comments “that’s a…a lot of bread.”
Me: *knowing full well my family is going to absolutely eat all this bread in two days* “no it’s okay, I have chickens”
Her: *?????* “O-K?”
What I meant to convey to three friends watching me coax a bee off of a curtain: You can put your finger right in front of a crawling caterpillar or butterfly or other insect and generally they will crawl right on. If they are calm, and remain so, you can transport them anywhere and be fine. Although with flying insects you have to be more lucky and hope they won’t fly off.
What I said: It’s like a butterfly!
They thought I was crazy. I did deposit the bee safely outside without getting stung though. :D
One of the problems with having a very visual imagination is picturing exactly the item you want– in this case, jewelry– and being unable to find something that matches your vision to buy.
I want a sunflower pendant or earrings made of marquise-cut yellow stones around a round brown stone or a cluster of chips of brown stone. Yellow Swarovski/chalcedony/citrine/IDK YELLOW SPARKLY and dark smoky quartz, maybe. Why is this so fucking hard?
Like this
or this
But a pendant and not yellow sapphires or CZ. Surely someone has made a knockoff for broke folks??????? Even really nice colored glass would work.
Something like this would work but I can’t find them in yellow. You know– the actual color of sunflowers? Plus these are CZ and haha I don’t got dat money.
This is nice. I would prefer the gold around the gems not be as visible, though. It makes the petals look too big.
I someone can find me something similar and under like $50 US with shipping, I’ll cry on you in spirit. I know it’s looking unlikely but I never shop for jewelry so idk where else to look.
I found some things under $50, but most of them aren’t very gemlike. The one closest in looks what you want is the Etsy “snap button” one I think, but I don’t know what a snap button is (or if that can work for what you want).
I found something that looked a lot more like what you wanted and was made of colored glass (with gold backing) but when I clicked on the website you had to login just to see the price. I thought. “Eh, why not? I’m curious now about how expensive this could be.” Then in order to create an account you had to share a company name and retail tax ID and I could only go “ahahahaha no.”
I’m still looking but I’m beginning to be astonished at how difficult it is to find a nice-looking but cheap piece of sunflower jewelry!
Could this be??? Only one left in stock though! Not certain if tumblr will let me send you a link to it but I’ll try!
One of the problems with having a very visual imagination is picturing exactly the item you want– in this case, jewelry– and being unable to find something that matches your vision to buy.
I want a sunflower pendant or earrings made of marquise-cut yellow stones around a round brown stone or a cluster of chips of brown stone. Yellow Swarovski/chalcedony/citrine/IDK YELLOW SPARKLY and dark smoky quartz, maybe. Why is this so fucking hard?
Like this
or this
But a pendant and not yellow sapphires or CZ. Surely someone has made a knockoff for broke folks??????? Even really nice colored glass would work.
Something like this would work but I can’t find them in yellow. You know– the actual color of sunflowers? Plus these are CZ and haha I don’t got dat money.
This is nice. I would prefer the gold around the gems not be as visible, though. It makes the petals look too big.
I someone can find me something similar and under like $50 US with shipping, I’ll cry on you in spirit. I know it’s looking unlikely but I never shop for jewelry so idk where else to look.
I found some things under $50, but most of them aren’t very gemlike. The one closest in looks what you want is the Etsy “snap button” one I think, but I don’t know what a snap button is (or if that can work for what you want).
I found something that looked a lot more like what you wanted and was made of colored glass (with gold backing) but when I clicked on the website you had to login just to see the price. I thought. “Eh, why not? I’m curious now about how expensive this could be.” Then in order to create an account you had to share a company name and retail tax ID and I could only go “ahahahaha no.”
I’m still looking but I’m beginning to be astonished at how difficult it is to find a nice-looking but cheap piece of sunflower jewelry!
One of the problems with having a very visual imagination is picturing exactly the item you want– in this case, jewelry– and being unable to find something that matches your vision to buy.
I want a sunflower pendant or earrings made of marquise-cut yellow stones around a round brown stone or a cluster of chips of brown stone. Yellow Swarovski/chalcedony/citrine/IDK YELLOW SPARKLY and dark smoky quartz, maybe. Why is this so fucking hard?
Like this
or this
But a pendant and not yellow sapphires or CZ. Surely someone has made a knockoff for broke folks??????? Even really nice colored glass would work.
Something like this would work but I can’t find them in yellow. You know– the actual color of sunflowers? Plus these are CZ and haha I don’t got dat money.
This is nice. I would prefer the gold around the gems not be as visible, though. It makes the petals look too big.
I someone can find me something similar and under like $50 US with shipping, I’ll cry on you in spirit. I know it’s looking unlikely but I never shop for jewelry so idk where else to look.
I found some things under $50, but most of them aren’t very gemlike. The one closest in looks what you want is the Etsy “snap button” one I think, but I don’t know what a snap button is (or if that can work for what you want).
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
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ask-omnipony:
I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean it’s a goddamn hat.
Right..?
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…
Nothing ventured, nothing gained…
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of people…
wait, does that mean?
oh boy…….
Luckily, this nonsense doesn’t work on girls.
Observe…
IT’S GOTTEN BETTER!
This post is immaculate
It can’t be true.
And it can’t possibly work on motorcycle helmets.
I must test it.
Nothing happening so far…
HOLY SHIT IT WORKS
What in the world?
Oh why not? This should be interesting.
Here we go!
Were all mad here in Underland!
What the hell! Never Again!
… Actually …
One more time.
Alright, I gotta try this!
Can’t be that bad!
….
…oh my god…
ask-gmodsfmrocks:
LOL
This just gets better and better
This is one of my favourite things to look at
holy shit this stuff is back
The Gravity Falls one though
i wonder if it works for flower crowns?
here goes nothin-
w HAT THE
DID I JUST-
WHAT THE FUCK
Okay Clearly something is up.
Hmm… I wonder
I’m sure nothing could possibly…
HOLY SHIT
IT GOT BETTER
I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING SO LONG FOR THIS POST OH MY GOD!!!
I wonder what happens when you wear 8 of these at once…
Never not reblog
IT’S ON MY DASH. ACTUALLY ON MY DASH.
Oh my God, there are so many new ones
Friggin, yis
Always reblog.
IT HAS EVOLVED
The legend marches on…
BEWARE THE MAGIC OF HATS
JDNXHSBSBF
I T ‘ S B A C K
a classic meme from when the world was less of a tire fire
ITS ON MY BLOG YESSSS
THIS IS WONDERFUL.
time to bring back outdated memes…
what could possibly go wrong?
eww, it smells like fuckboi
welp, down this rabbit hole we go…
nothing’s happeni-
WTF-
Oh boy, this meme
I wonder if this would work with a wolf hat.
May as well try it.
Please don’t be awful, please don’t be awful, please don’t b-
get wet 4 furry
This is obviously fake
Look, I’ll prove it
Y’all are just acting
Watch and learn
WTFFFFFF
Should…… should I…….
DO IT!
Whelp guess I gotta put on the hat now
Can’t be that bad, I mean what’s the worst a squid hat can do to m-
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Holy shit this is getting so freaking better than I thought XD
CASH MONEY
THE FLOWER CROWN
I FINALLY FOUND IT I CANT BREATHE
IVE ONLY SEEN THIS POST IN SCREENSHOTs!
QUICK REBLOG IT BEFORE IT GETS LOST AGAIN
NEED TO REBLOG
I LOVE THIS POST!!!
NEVER LET THIS DIE
FUCKING RELIC POST
beautiful
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I think people need to understand that part of living a healthy life is having different people who understand different parts of you, so that you don’t overwhelm your friends and expect too much of them, or ignore valuable relationships because they feel “incomplete”.
We all want to be fully seen and understood, but it’s not shallow or meaningless to just have a pal you talk about TV shows with who isn’t also, like, your platonic soulmate. That’s still your friend! You still enhance each other’s lives with your company. Not everything that matters is profound.
I think a lot of you are lonely because you’re waiting around for someone who sees into your soul instead of just plain old lookin’ at the people in your life, finding common ground, and planting a little garden there. Even if that garden only grows Star Trek fan theories and memes, it’s still good.
It just… makes me real sad that you guys can’t imagine a friendship where you don’t talk about sex and trauma constantly, or that you think these are prerequisites for “real” friendship. Like, it legitimately breaks my heart.
On a related note: not all of your relationships have to be exactly equal and reciprocal.
Sometimes, there are people you pour into (time, energy, advice, assistance) and don’t get a whole lot in return, and that’s ok! You don’t need to resent anyone for that! Not everything has to be exactly tit-for-tat for your friendship to be real.
Between your ENTIRE NETWORK of friends and family, you should have people you can go to for advice and assistance. You shouldn’t feel like you’re shouldering everything alone, and you certainly shouldn’t put up with abuse, but the people you ask don’t have to be the same as the people who ask you.
In a lot of cases, they probably shouldn’t be: if someone needs a ton of help with some aspect of their life, they probably don’t have the resources or expertise to help you when you have a similar problem. That doesn’t make them a bad person, and hopefully your relationship has other redeeming qualities.
I’m having a bad time. I haven’t gone to work for two days, and I miss work once a week on average. I started taking medication for my depression last month but I think I’ll need a higher dosage. I’m not sure though because it’s complicated by my having an awful sleep schedule so I don’t always know whether I’m having a bad day or I’m just tired.
Yesterday I thought I was just tired until I broke down crying in the evening. Today might be similar or it might not. I’m so frustrated and sad that my life is like this.
I’m scared of losing my job. It’s a miracle I’ve been kept on for as long as I have been. But that fear doesn’t help or touch me when I’m lying in bed feeling exhausted and not caring about work.
I wrote a little November 1st and 2nd, so I can feel grateful for that. And my husband is wonderful and understanding and I’m so grateful for him every day.
Agent progress
It has been four days since I sent my first bunch of queries. I am terrified.
I'm right there with you; queried at the end of August and have gotten a few rejections but still waiting to hear back from a bunch who have longer response times, GAH it is terrifying
Hope for the best for you!! May I ask how long until the first one responded?
Ah, yes queries. *takes a long sip of coffee* I'm there with you. Started sending them out in late July got about 9 back of like 20 or so. All no's but I'm over. But just know, there are plenty of rejection piles behind the greatest of authors. *another sip of coffee* I heard my first at least 3/4 weeks after I sent it. But just know I try to send at 3 or 4 with every no. All you need is one yes.
I think the thing that scares me the most is the anticipation. How did you deal with all the waiting?
Like my mentor has said to me from the beginning. Work on something else. As much as I liked to stare at my laptop hoping I got a new email, I knew it wasn't helping. So, I started book 2. And I immediately (well not really immediately, it still lingered in the back of my mind) all the agents I queried. I threw myself into a story that I had been wanting to work on since starting book 1. And that's what I did. Since I submitted back in July, I've written over 30,000 words (mind you that was between work, school, and minor bumps of writers block) But I didnt give up. So, the waiting game isnt fun. So give yourself something to do in the mean time. And hey, I'm always here is you want to chat. Hit me up here at @aplaceforthoughtsandstories or my main @reshiramgirl88 I always have an ear for queries.
Thank you so much ❤️ will probably start writing again soon:)
Brandon Sanderson had someone get back to him a year and a half later to get Elantris published.
Try not to sweat too much for the waiting.
We will get through this
We will get through our struggles. We will be happy again.
THE FORSAKEN SOLSTICE - EXCERPT 6 (FROM CHAPTER 14) Word count: 500 Additional: Calendar system
Verity drowsily packed her bags while Inigo was away. She really begrudged that they had to leave that day. Now, that the man made her his heir they may return soon to this magical and tranquil place. As she dreamed about that moment she clumsily brushed off a few books on the nearby table. She swore a little and started to place back the copies. From one album two old parchment fell out to the ground. Verity picked them up and wanted to put them back in the book immediately, however she saw the words “annual haemogram examination”. That’s the official name of the blood quantum test.
She looked around to make sure Inigo haven’t returned yet and curiously started to read it. “On Lee Yoo Joon (born in Jimcheon at Lum, Day 165 of the year 2/16) the Cabinet of the United Monarchy of Huinan successfully executed the annual haemogram examination (took place in #103 High School, Aum, Day 330 of the year 2/35). Test result is 86%. Officially announced as potentially dangerous stateless repellent.” she saw the well-known words.
So Inigo’s past name was Lee Yoo Joon. Verity was shocked how the man got 86%, this is very high and very rare to produce a test result this immense overall. The girl switched to the other paper which seemed a rather familiar hand-written letter.
Dear Joachim!
My precious student tested 86% at the blood quantum test so he had to leave me and my school. He is a good kid, I love him as my own and I kindly ask you in the name of our friendship to take good care of him. He is my successor, so help him to keep this a secret for his safety and ensure his future as I would.
With respect and forever gratitude, your old friend Lee Sae Ryun.
P.s.: On his test letter his name is different, other than that every data is corresponding. His real name is Kang Ji Wook, the boy who was lost in the river. Make sure to bury his name with his poor and troubled past in peace and handle his case tactfully for his sake.
The teen’s jaws dropped. Master Lee wrote this letter. About the boy who was lost in the river. Like his own son. Everyone know who is it. Kang Ji Wook. It’s Inigo. She almost cried as she remembered the story that disturbed the whole town back then. How hard it must’ve been for him to deal with a father like that hideous and ferocious man. Thank god that he is alive after all – and she hoped that he feel the same now, that he got redemption after all those troubling years escaping the home that was more likely a military base.
She heard some jarring sound outside. She put back the letters to its place and continued the packing like nothing happened. Only she knew that a lot happened. Her heart kept waving tempestuous for a long after that.
(I wanted to post a subtle major point without spoiling anything, so I wrote this excerpt despite still struggling to end chap. 8 lol !) [Taglist] @wilde-writing @purpleshadows1989 @snowwritesall @fartistically @faerisms @noloumna @ashesconstellation
Very interesting and mysterious! It makes me want to know more about the characters! May I be added to the tag list?
A friendship between a time traveler and an immortal. Wherever the time traveler ends up, the immortal is there to catch him up to speed.
#I WOULD READ THE SHIT OUT OF THIS (itsmeliiissa)
A/N: This ended up taking a very different tone than I meant it to take and than what the prompt was going for. Oh well. I wrote it first and named it last.
The Last Meeting
She barely remembers their first meeting now. It had been before she’d lived her first hundredth year, before she’d even known she was immortal. (She has theories about how she gained it, but the relevant memories are from something that happened when she was twenty, which is extremely fuzzy territory now, and it’s all speculation in any case)
“Not really,” she finally answers his question. “If anything I can only know ‘must have beens.’ I know I must have been confused, I know I must have been a bit frightened, I know I must have doubted you, but I don’t remember that as such.”
“So you don’t remember what you were doing or what was going on?”
She shakes her head, but then the motion pauses and her eyes shift a little as she stops seeing what is and starts to see what was. “Was I out picking berries?”
It hurts him, just a bit, that she doesn’t remember such an important moment in her life. However, it is understandable. It has been about 9,000 years for her, after all.
He remembers fine, but then it hasn’t been nearly so long ago from his perspective.
“No,” he says, and her eyes meet his again as her mind is drawn back into the present, “I think that was the second time from your perspective. Or the third. You were doing laundry in the river. I asked you what year it was and you didn’t seem to know what that concept was. I thought maybe my translator had broken and said this out loud and you definitely didn’t know what that was. I asked if you knew who I was and you shook your head.”
That had been both terrifying and exciting. He knew he could go no further back than that, or that if he did he could not meet her there. He’d never dared to try. He didn’t know how much longer or how much further forward he could meet her. He was getting older and his body was starting to show signs of irrevocable damage after all the stress he’d put it under, and his ability was getting weaker, though that was possibly a result of a subconscious desire to not use it to its full extent anymore. It was one of the greater sources of stress.
As if she’d read his mind, she put a hand over his folded ones and said:
“You don’t have to keep doing this. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? A long beautiful ride. I don’t know exactly how it will end for me, but I’m certain your wife and children would appreciate it if you settled down. And you know that your descendants will be my friends for as long as they are able.”
It was true. They had built a space station just so that their ancestor and his immortal friend could have a set spot to meet up. She played cards with them and went on adventures with them and smiled and laughed with them. But they’d often told him that she was always so happy to see him, and he didn’t want to stop. He felt that it would be abandoning her, even if it was to their capable hands. (Not that she needed looking after by anyone really, but no matter what she was, she was still human enough to be a social creature, and to be sad that she would always outlive her friends, even him one day).
He said all this, and she smiled that smile of hers.
“This is all true.” She looked out the viewport, and he thought he could see the stars reflected in her eyes. She had seen some of them born. She would probably see some of those same stars die.
“Oh my friend, you can return to your time and be my friend there until the end of your life, and know that you will, and you already have, brought me much joy and happiness. That will be enough.”
He knew what she wasn’t saying. That it would only be enough because it had to be. “I know.” Was all he said.
