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i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
To all my writers living in areas going through heat waves right now:
1. Drink some water, please
2. Remember that even if you aren’t out in the heat that it can still make you tired and make it harder to think coherently. Go easy on yourself.
3. DRINK SOME GODDAMN WATER!!!!!!!!!!
god i need something so bad. but what is it
perhaps a treat. or a sense of stable identity. or a walk. or a platonic queer relationship that has you contemplating immortality on a cool summer night. or maybe a hedgehog as a pet. perhaps a lemonade stand where a kind stranger hands you 1000 bucks and tells you to go buy yourself something nice. or maybe the ability to shapeshift. or perhaps the new season to a show you like. or maybe a lack of heatwave and active global destruction. or like.... 10^20 more variants of things.
listen if no one else writes this im gonna have to do it and the problem with me having to do it is that im gonna have to do it.
Me making a oc : i gotta figure out how this one is being tortured
its so funny that writing gets harder when you get better at it. back when i sucked i didnt care if i wrote cliches or had bad grammar but now that im better word choice is a matter of life and death and if theres anyway awkward syntax i must. fix it like wow this is not how its supposed to work
A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.
My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.
My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.
This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.
Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.
I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.
So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.
Here I thought it was just me seeing the decline, oof. I've been all over the place with ship and fandom, so I chalked it up to that.
If I write just for the joy of creating, I think people don't realize that I can also just keep it to myself. I don't need to share, and neither does anyone else. What's the point of a creative community if you won't support the people who make it happen? C'mon, people.
i'm in a few discords where this sort of thing happens
for a while i just assumed most of these people didn't have ao3 accounts and relied on the discussions to find and keep up with fics
but for unrelated reasons i ended up doing a poll and the "yes i have an ao3 account" option was a blowout. galling
It’s heartbreaking to see things like this…I’ve got a friend who this happened to as well. They’re not stopping writing of course but it’s just…regardless of if you are in a discord or sharing contact with the creator…or even like, not having an ao3 account (guest accounts exist yall…)
At least COMMENT or Kudos on the fic. Heck, both is also fantastic! I don’t care if you are in a discord with me or have a dms set up with me…tell me what you thought on the chapter too? Little details you picked out…maybe it’ll encourage others that way too.
The Silent Readers are killing us…and it is one of the worst feelings when you feel that a story you are passionate about…feels like it’s dying without anyone who cares.
"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread
''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway
reminder to breathe
Funny when someone introduces you to something, you get really into it, and then they lose all interest in it. Oh so you’re just going to abandon me at the party you invited me to. Dude you were my ride.
I bet someday they will invent a way to talk about ocs that doesn't feel like I'm holding everyone around me hostage. Smiles. I bet they will.
On Writing Internal conflict <3
On Writing Internal conflict <3
Re-reading your own fic is wild.
Okay, that's a really good sentence. Typo. Typo. Huh, did I write this? It's actually not bad. Typo. Hm, I would cut out that part now, but it kind of works. TYPO. Oh, this part is really good. That is the wrong word, wtf? I'm enjoying this more than I thought I would. ANOTHER TYPO? FFS.
listen to me. this is my final message to you. when you are at your lowest a fictional guy will come to you and when that happens you must start putting them in situations. this is the meaning of life.
WHEN A CHARACTER IS PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE THEY’RE NOT
REPOST!
Pretending isn’t just lying, no, it’s becoming a version of yourself that feels easier to manage (easier to love, or control, or survive inside.) It’s a mask that starts out as protection and slowly becomes a second skin. One that’s hard to take off, even when you want to.
✦ They mirror the people around them without meaning to. Their laugh, their phrasing, the way they sit, it all shifts depending on who they’re with. Like they’re constantly adjusting, matching the energy in the room, trying to be what they think people want.
✦ They’re vague when things get personal, and not because they’re secretive, but because they don’t know anymore. Ask them their favorite song, and they’ll pause too long. Ask about their past, and their answers are half-finished, polished at the edges, like they’ve been told too many times to keep it clean.
✦ They over-prepare for conversations. They run through the dialogue in their head ahead of time. Rehearse their jokes, their exits, their answers. Everything feels a little scripted, like they’re playing the role of “themselves” instead of just… being.
✦ They always look put-together, maybe almost too much. Their clothes, their hair, their whole vibe is carefully chosen. But there’s a difference between style and armor, and this is armor. A version of themselves they’ve curated, down to the last thread.
✦ They panic when the script slips. Catch them off guard, and it shows… like, they freeze and fumble. The real stuff, feels dangerous. Being authentic means being vulnerable, and they’ve learned the hard way how risky that is.
✦ They shift depending on the room. One version of them at home, another at school, another with friends, like flipping channels. It’s not manipulation, no guys, it’s muscle memory, and they’ve learned to survive by adapting, and now they can’t stop.
✦ They touch their face or hair when they’re uncomfortable, like they’re checking to make sure the mask is still in place. A nervous habit that’s half-grounding, half-ritual, as if letting their guard down even physically would let everything else fall apart, too.
✦ Their smile is always photo-ready. Perfect, pretty, practiced…But there’s something in the eyes that doesn’t match, like they’re smiling at you, not with you. Like they’ve learned what people want to see, and they’ve gotten very good at giving it.
✦ If someone tells them, “I like the real you,” they go quiet. Not because they’re shy, but because deep down, they don’t know who the “real” version even is anymore. They want to believe there’s someone underneath it all, they just don’t know how to find them.