Disposition

This is where I come to cry…Slowly morphing into a James Lance fanpage 🫣 Writer 📝 Poet 🪶 Trent Crimm Fanatic🕺

[lasoli]

I keep seeing people talk about how they are now associating em dashes with AI, so now writers are being careful about using them, and honestly—they can pry em dashes from my cold, dead hands. ☺️

[lasoli]

This is my nightmare.

[indiegoeswest]

Some Lasso memes

[lasoli]

I keep seeing people talk about how they are now associating em dashes with AI, so now writers are being careful about using them, and honestly—they can pry em dashes from my cold, dead hands. ☺️

[gordonfreemanisaleafproven]

EM DASHES ARE A NORMAL FUCKING PART OF LITERATURE!!!! YOU USE THEM TO SEPARATE IDEAS—SUCH AS THIS EXAMPLE HERE—IN BETWEEN A SENTENCE!!! YOU USE THEM JUST LIKE HOW I JUST USED THEM, OKAY???? DO YOU UNDERSTAND IT YET??? DO YOU GET IT?????

PLEASE TELL ME, JUST SAY YES. (PARENTHESIS ARE ALSO USED FOR THE SAME THING—LOOK AT HOW I USE THEM IN ALMOST EVERY POST I HAVE!!) (also portal 2 reference!! see here: "apple. simple word really. A, double P, L E." - wheatley)

AS FAR AS I KNOW, EM DASHES ARE USED KINDA SIMILARYLY TO THE UH ; SEMICOLON THAT THING

THIS: -> ;

STILL!!! EM DASHES DO NOT MEAN SOMEONE IS USING AI!!!!! IT JUST MEANS THEY FOLLOW GRAMMAR RULES!!!!! THEY LITERALLY TEACH YOU ALL OF THIS IN SCHOOL!!!!! ALL OF THESE IDEAS HAVE EXISTED LONG, LONG BEFORE AI; THEY ARE NOT NEW!!! (FIGURATIVELY CRYING RN) (did i use the semicolon right there??? i dunno.) (at least im trying to learn how writing works instead of just copy-pasting ai...)

[alexis-ecrivaine]

Learning to be kind to myself has been one of the hardest battles I’ve ever faced—but also the most rewarding.

This one is to my body: thank you for surviving the wars I used to wage against you ❤️‍🩹

[alexis-ecrivaine]

For October's last Freelancer Friday, I thought it'd be fitting to take you on one last tiny tour of my office!

It’s funny how the smallest details make up the biggest parts of a story—like how a handful of tiny collectibles can make an eccentric office feel whole.

This past month, I did something I’ve never done before: I opened up my world and shared small parts of myself in ways that once would’ve had me shaking in my boots—and I won’t lie, the soles were a little wobbly at times.

I added to my repertoire, learning to edit silly videos and make mediocre animations. I honed my craft by challenging myself to write something new each week. But most importantly, I started to believe my work was worth sharing, posting pieces that were never meant to see the light of day.

When I started this journey, I didn’t know what I was doing (and honestly, I often still don’t)... but I’m doing it. It may seem insignificant—sharing prose poetry, writing prompts, and goofy videos—but those are just the small details. For me, they’re the ink composing something bigger than my fears, doubts, or hesitations. And it’s those tiny parts, those small details, that make the story worth writing.

I know this is terribly introspective for a video about knick-knacks, but I couldn’t help feeling sentimental as I post this—officially completing my first month of this new journey.

Thank you for following along, especially if you’ve read this far. I appreciate you more than you know—and I can’t wait to write the next chapter with you. 💙

[nondelphic]

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

[writeouswriter]

Perhaps I'm too tired to write right now

[lasoli]

Not me getting hired to basically be a sports journalist 😂💀 Can’t believe I’m in my Trent Crimm, The Independent era

[alexis-ecrivaine]

🖋️ We’re keeping it classic for October’s last Writing Prompt Wednesday:

📝 In honor of spooky season, create your most haunting Two Sentence Horror Story and share it in the comments!

🪶 Read my version on the last slide or below… IF YOU DARE. 👻😈👹

I stared at my reflection, something about it feeling off—uncanny in the quietest way—and then my arms moved without me.

My face twisted into expressions I didn’t make, and when it finally walked away, I realized I wasn’t just looking at my reflection; I was trapped in it.

#writingpromptwednesday #writingchallenge #writingprompts #twosentencehorrorstories #spooky #creativewriting #halloween #reflection #writing #freelancewriter #alexisecrivaine

[alexis-ecrivaine]

Today just so happens to be my birthday! So for this Musing Monday, I’m posting my favorite kind of literary writing—prose poetry! Here’s a little reminder that even still hearts can learn to beat again (with a cute, but very rough animation to go alongside it!). 💙

Heartbeat:

When your heart stops beating, you do not feel it—there’s no pain, no warning, no sign. Your bones still grow, but your soul feels defeated…and you float in perpetual time.

You don’t know the moment the blood stopped flowing. You don’t know when it withered and died. You just wake up one day, and you know the unknowing—and you wonder how you’re still alive.

Even though your heart has stilled, there’s existence still to be had. So you stuff it with feathers and pretend that it’s filled… and that you’re not too numb to feel sad.

When you live with no heartbeat in a world meant for pulse, other parts of you fade from your core. The color of your spirit slowly dulls, and you miss who you’re not anymore.

There’s beauty in a silent heart—it doesn’t have to stay lifeless forever. It takes time, loss, and pain for it to restart, but it breathes again stronger than ever.

So you self-resurrect, you pull out the feathers—your very own angel of breath. It calls for patience, with all that it weathered. After all, it just danced with death.

And when your heart starts beating, you do not feel it—there is no throb, no tremor, no rush. Your bones still ache but your soul feels needed, and time doesn’t torment as much.

You don’t know the moment your veins started pulsing. You don’t know when it finally revived. You just wake up one day and know you are growing… and you realize that you’re still alive.

[alexis-ecrivaine]

I didn’t even know a 2-in-1 washer/dryer unit was a thing until I moved here 😅

This little routine was picked up pretty much immediately—because trying to focus with all that racket felt like I was writing inside of a jet engine 🛩️

Anyway, happy Freelancer Friday and enjoy my pre-laundry survival ritual 🧺✨

[alexis-ecrivaine]

Hi there! I’m Alexis—a freelance creative, script, and copywriter!

If you’re interested in my writing services, reading some of my writing, or just want to follow along on my journey, check out my account: @alexis.ecrivaine

You can also check out some of my best work + services right on my website: www.alexisecrivaine.com

Give me a follow, if you’re about it! Or don’t! That’s cool, too! It’s pretty neat over there, though. Just sayin’.

I’m fairly new to making content, so I’m just kind of winging it at the moment (ha, “winging it.” Get it? Like a crow. Because crows have wings—and I compared myself to a crow in the slides. It’s funny because it’s a play on words)!

So. Yeah. Follow me!

Or don’t! We’re cool either way.

It’d be pretty chill if you did, though.

But you don’t have to!

But it’d be chill if you did. Follow me, I mean. No pressure, though (only if you’re about it).

(Or don’t!) (That’s chill, too!)

(Like, “winging it” because, you know, a crow has wings—but also like the idiom that means to improvise or figure it out as you go!)

(It’s pretty neat over there!)

(You know, on my writing account.)

(Just sayin’.)

(Okay, that was it!)

(Love you!)

(Bye!)

(That’s why I said “ha” earlier—because I’m winging it by blindly going for it without really knowing what I’m doing yet, but also comparing myself to a crow again.)

[alexis-ecrivaine]

(*Ignore the fact that it is no longer Wednesday 😅 Tumblr was giving me issues yesterday.)

✨Alliteration✨is one of my favorite literary devices!

📝 Can you craft a creation that sings through sound? Post your piece in the comments!

🪶 See my take in the slides and below:

Adoration’s Ache:

I am lost in the limerence.

I am drowning in delusion.

All sense of sanity severs

when breaths of you befoul my brain.

Even my rhymes are rendered with rust.

No antiquated alliteration can avert

the unadulterated anguish

that comes with adoring you.

Your imperfections are perfect.

Your beauty beholds my eye.

I’d gaze at your glow from galaxies.

There is no truer lie

than illusion laced with longing.

There is no craving like complacency

camouflaged as care.

[lasoli]

Do they call it starving artist because you don’t make enough money to buy food or because you hyperfixate so hard on a project, you forget to eat? Asking for a friend who is definitely not me and definitely not experiencing both 🫣

[alexis-ecrivaine]

On this week’s Musing Monday, not only do you get a whimsical short story about a very un-serious little frog, you get to see my silly little sketches that go along with it!

🐸🎨✨

Oh, to be a sleeping frog on a lillypad 🪷 If you could be anything other than human, what would you be? What would you do?

[the-incurable-condition]

jamie would wear a cross necklace n when someone asks if he's religious goes ???? no?? this is a t??? for tartt??? duh??? n means it completely sincerely

[alexis-ecrivaine]

On this week’s Freelancer Friday, another tour through my office—with more things that definitely make sense to me and absolutely no one else 🤗