Midnightskywrites

I post whatever comes to mind and my complaints about writing cause why not also I do write on ao3 here is the link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Midnight_sky1

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writers will say “this scene practically wrote itself” meanwhile they were hunched over their keyboard at 2:14am bargaining with fictional people

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me: i’ll just write one quick scene

the scene: unpacking a character’s entire relationship with vulnerability through a conversation about takeout food

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writers love saying “slow burn” when they actually mean “these idiots will emotionally circle each other for 87k words”

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some days writing flows like a river of brilliance and other days the keyboard feels like it’s been replaced with a cursed artifact that only produces silence and backspace

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writers really will spend twenty minutes pacing around the kitchen thinking “this scene is genius” and then sit down to type and suddenly remember approximately three words and one emotional vibe

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Imagining a scene is free. Writing it costs my entire lifespan

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why does it work like this

writing is so funny because sometimes you spend weeks trying to force an idea to work and your brain gives you absolutely nothing

and then you blink, have a birthday, and immediately get possessed by a story idea about two goobers fake dating their way directly into emotional ruin

spontaneous writing ideas are either the best thing or the absolute worst thing to happen to me

Btw here’s the summary and link for the story if you want to read it it’s called Rules for Pretending

It was meant to be pretend. That was the first thing to fail.

Jax Mercer agrees to a fake relationship for convenience, not commitment. River Hale suggests it for reasons that sound simple enough: family pressure, social expectations, a few well-placed lies that need maintaining.

Neither of them expects it to require effort.

Or attention.

Or feeling like something in their life has quietly shifted direction without permission.

The rules are clear. No real feelings. No complications. No reason for it to become anything other than temporary.

It doesn’t stay temporary.

And somewhere between pretending and repeating, they start noticing things they were never supposed to notice, like how easily silence settles when the other is near, or how being alone feels noticeably worse than it used to.

They were supposed to be acting.

They just forgot how to stop.

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Midnight_sky1/pseuds/Midnight_sky1

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no escape

being a writer is great because now your hobby follows you around like a ghost demanding attention

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this is normal

some days writing is ✨inspiration✨

other days it’s rewriting the same sentence five times and somehow making it worse

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foolproof method

how to fix writer’s block:

STEP 1: simply start writing

STEP 2: if that doesn’t work, stare at the document until it feels bad

STEP 3: open ao3 “just for a minute”

STEP 4: accept your new reality

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Coping Mechanisms

i may be sick

but at least i have ao3 and poor decision making characters to keep me company

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this was supposed to be simple

pov: you open your document to write one quick scene and now the characters are developing feelings

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No Regrets (yet)

i finished one fic and immediately started another because i make excellent decisions

it’s about a barista who refuses to give his name and someone who takes that personally

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Midnight_sky1

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that didn’t last long

me: i’ll keep this one light

also me: gives everyone trauma