I'm serious. Please write it. If you need a sign to start, continue, or whatever is inbetween, this is it. Go do it.
I spent the past couple weeks indulging myself in some BookTok recommendations. While some were indeed good (Kings of Sin, my beloved), some were just...I don't need to finish my sentence there.
I DNF'd some books for the first time since I read Lord of the Flies (sorry Golding, you put me to sleep with your descriptions) and I powered through others in hopes that they would eventually get better. The general consensus I ended up getting was that I could not understand for the fucking life of me how these books got published. The writing in some of them was no better than that of a 2010s teen writing Maximum Ride fic on Wattpad for the first time, with the characterization abysmal enough to match.
I don't want to knock any specific author or book here, because I will concede one thing: they finished their books. They got them published. They're successful. For that, I commend them, because I'm still on my way there myself and I can't take that away from them. Jolly good show.
But that brings me to my point: if they can do it, YOU absolutely can do it too.
If some of these Amazon and NYT bestsellers can have prose on a Wattpad level with characters that have enough poorly-written cognitive dissonance to make Deadpool or Walter White jealous, your fleshed out, deeply intuitive, and remarkably creative epic can sit right alongside them no problem. Whether you're writing the next GoT or a romantic slice-of-life, there is a not a goddamn thing on this planet stopping you from rolling up with the big dogs.
If these guys can do it, so can you.
So, stop telling yourself you can't. Stop letting other people tell you you can't. Stop comparing yourself to these authors who, respectfully and bluntly, can't write for shit (or at least need to fire their fucking editors, good lord).
WRITE YOUR DAMN BOOK. PLEASE. WE NEED IT.
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Yes, it’s cool to have enough concepts to be able to write until the end of time. But, what do you mean they all want to be written NOW?! Get in line guys! I can’t write that many stories at once!!!
The Return of Freedom – After April 12 | szigetingy creative writing
Sixteen years were dark.
Not a night, but a shadow cast upon us by others.
Freedom did not arrive.
It found its way home.
The old system did not collapse.
It simply let go of itself.
Like a weary tree that had carried its own shadow for too long.
Hope is not a shout.
Hope is a quiet sentence:
"Now it is possible."
April 12.
The country did not change in a single day.
It merely began to remember that it could.
Freedom is not a gift.
Freedom is reclaimed space.
Reclaimed air.
Reclaimed voice.
Healing is not a celebration.
Healing is silence.
And silence is the place where beginnings become possible again.
After sixteen years, the greatest miracle is not that the world has changed.
It is that we have begun to believe that we can change as well.
The future is not a promise.
The future is an open window.
A society does not heal because it declares, "We are free."
A society heals when it no longer needs to say it.
Freedom is not victory.
Freedom is return.
And every return is the beginning of a new direction.
György Németh (1959) Creative Writer | szigetingy creative writing | Szingy Gallery Budapest
Welcome to our 12th Spotlight Of The Week! This week’s writer is . . .
@the-ellia-west!
This week’s author mostly writes whump, romance, and fantasy. She’s written fanfiction when she was a little kid, and she prefers writing very long projects.
She’s got a writing sideblog! @whump-since-2010, make sure to check it out!
Blurbs for her stories!
Jest of Royalty (post: here):
Ever since his sister was born, Ronan has been the provider for his family, a hunter and a fighter. Seventeen and in charge of funds and food since his father is unable to find work with a paralyzed leg and his mother dissapeared years ago, Ronan is the only one who's had to deal with the whispers and rumors of 'curses' on the Terrys family. He shuts the rumors up quick with his fists, and has gained a reputation for himself in town. When you hear the footsteps of the forest elf, hold your tongue, or he might tear it out. And in this, Ronan has found himself face-to-face with a unique foe, his long-time nemesis, the young god of chance and gambling, Mangrove. However, as tensions grow thin under the watchful eye of the new Trifold-Coast Alliance and policies of peace.
But when Mangrove ambushes Ronan on a hunting trip, taunting him and threatening the safety of his home, Ronan decides he's had enough and takes measures to make sure this is the last time he has to deal with him. He takes Mangrove's staff, his godly artifact and only claim to power and home in the realm of the heavens, and shatters it against a rock, letting the pieces fall into a small hole between the four realms, the power of a god gone in an instant. Horrified, Mangrove flees, and under the light of an ensuing meteor shower, the Starfall, Ronan returns to his home to find it torn to the ground, a poster in the remains detailing the deliberate and swift execution of his father for 'Traitorous Heresy'. Ronan buries his family, taking up his father's old bow, and swears vengeance right then and there.
Along his journey for and revenge and answers, Ronan decides to head for the one place he always wanted to go, The Archives. In his quest for power, he crosses paths with two Harpies of good heart with an uncertain love story between them, a powerful faerie mage fascinated by any magic and her brother, a broken and angry Satyr, each other all they have left, a merchant with dreams of love and joy, an emotionless phantom with a sadness buried beneath a stone heart, and the very same old enemy he slighted to start the whole ordeal. With the loss of old families haunting their steps, together, they make a new one.
The Red String (Post: here)
Knives and targets, blood and tears. A Shadow, a chameleon in the crowds of the nobles, a hundred identities, a hundred faces. But he knows only one name as his own, Puppet. That’s what she calls him. The woman who owns his every thought. Lady Eilene Hallon. Her wish is his movement, her life is his breath. Not a person, but a possession. 026. The Northwing Facility’s newest weapon. And as long as 026 can remember, that’s all he’s ever been. A life lived in a ditch, the constant taste of blood and lingering agony of Eilene's rage. Pulling himself back to his feet, alone.
Raised since childhood for the scope of a gun, 026 should know better than to feel remorse for his prey. After all, that's all they are. Prey. But the blood on the walls and the screams for mercy haunt him, his only semblance of freedom found in high nights and Dreary mornings. Everything slowly goes from bad, to worse as 026 begins to lose his grip on everything that kept him sane. Until he fails. His target leaves alive. And Eilene is furious.
Tortured for half the evening and left to die, 026 accepted that he would, ready to meet the darkness with one last sigh, anything would be better than this. Until he wakes up, temporarily blind with a couple dozen broken bones in a place he doesn't recognize and people he doesn't trust.
Eve, the farmer's daughter who fished him out of the alleyway and hauled him home. Cole, the easily-excitable little boy with a lot of questions and an empty space in his life for a protector. Iris, the matriarch and the watcher who waits for 026 to prove himself to her. Lucian, the friendly church book-keeper and retired Therapist. And the Watchful eyes of a God 026 never believed in, whispering that his life has a purpose, and it's not his time to die just yet.
Also, she has a concept series called Butterfly! Check it out here.
She adores exploring things like how behaviors can affect your life and relationships and overall how people bond, why, and what family and redemption looks like! She’s a Christian, and her religion impacts a lot of her work, especially in seeing the beauty of human beings, relationships, and other things!And that’s a wrap! Thanks so much for reading all the way to the end of this post ;) And if you or anyone else you know would appreciate being nominated for a post like this as well, check out the intro post here or pinned to the top of my blog and make sure to nominate!
