My Amusement Park of a Brain

My brain's an amusement park. Sometimes it spins and goes no where like little Tea Cups. Sometimes it's hours of waiting and for 12 seconds of awesome. But mostly it's just tons of images of churros and way too many movie references. Welcome to My Brain... Don't worry I won't charge you $15 for a cheeseburger.

[gloriouscreatorbear]

Current state in the writing process

[desperatlytryingtowriteabook]

Can I just skip to the part where my books are popular and adapted in tv shows and movies?

[gloriouscreatorbear]

Current state in the writing process

[rhapsodic-evanescence]

What if a part of me is always waiting for you?

-knowing you probably won’t come back

[gloriouscreatorbear]

[gloriouscreatorbear]

Happy thanksgiving everyone

[gloriouscreatorbear]

" I don't want to forget her, but damn, it hurts so much to remember."

-Excerpt from a book I'll never write

[thoughts-into-ink]

Even when you’re slipping away, you still feel more real than anything I’ve ever touched.

from an unfinished story #958 (via thoughts-into-ink)

[writing-ideas-inc]

Just Write It

Write a double layered story. The most obvious example of this is when the narrator is a writer, so part of the book is the story the narrator is writing and the other part is what is actually occurring in the narrator’s life.

[gloriouscreatorbear]

Goal for NaNoWriMo

🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[thehonestauthor]

That new story idea creeping up on you like:

[gloriouscreatorbear]

Me: it’s Valentine’s Day I should wear something festive. 
*wears black*

[gloriouscreatorbear]

Me: it's Valentine's Day I should wear something festive. *wears black*

[thehonestauthor]

How you start to feel 1 /2 way through the editing process:

[kalipeda]

Well I didn’t see that coming.

Me writing a story written by me. (via kalipeda)

[raiswanson]

Building characters up for the big ending of the book without really knowing how the “final battle” is actually going to play out

[meaningless--poetry]

DIS·IL·LU·SION·MENT

her devout optimism was only good while it lasted. she was passionately nostalgic and saw the past through crystal glass; the present could never reach such high standards.

she would throw extravagant parties for a party of three. the rest would never show. she would gaze at a billboard that read, “BEST PLACE ON EARTH,” only to go and find it merely average. [average was not enough. even good was a let-down.] she learned the hard way that falling in love is not made of sparks and spells, not even if he loves you back.

she would put band-aids on her bruised shoulder, then she’d let herself bruise her knee. she held onto her optimism like it was all she had ever believed. she lived fantastic lives in her head, where she got everything she thought she wanted: kisses with sparks, parties with boisterous laughter, travelling to beaches where all her worries would wash away.

but she never got a chance to see the magic right in front of her: the magic of ups and downs, and how heartbreak could turn into healing, and how messes could turn into something to laugh about. ___________________________ Requested by @internetsickness

[gloriouscreatorbear]

Beautiful ❤️

[psliterary-deactivated20190419]

Work hard, but be patient, and most importantly, make sure that you love the story you’re telling.

Steph Post (via psliterary)