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“when will my husband return from the war” vibes but it’s when will my query return from the slush pile
“Oh, did you have a plan C in mind? Since your first one worked so well.”
“We’re about to try plan D for dead vampire if you don’t pipe down.”
writing a largely dead genre in an intimidating market because it’s what my heart wants and the story nags at me and at the end of the day it is what it is and what is meant to be will be; but woof does it feel foolish at times.
investing all my current hopes and aspirations into an already used, worn and semi-rotted cobweb veiled basket tucked in the corner of the publishing basement?? because my heart told me to??? foolish punk
getting viscerally upset over character endings from years ago is not just a hobby, but a passion of mine. I WILL seethe endlessly over a completely fictional situation, actually, thank you
I don't know how often you are on here but i often re-read Potter it brings back sooo many memories. One of my comfort fics x
I’m probably on here too often, honestly—but thank you so much!! it’s absolutely heart-warming to hear that x
i’ve cried so many times this weekend and I am Very Stressed but don’t be fooled, i’ve actually had a very lovely holiday
I knew querying would feel more brutal after committing to such a large revision, but I was not expecting the actual pit of hopelessness that opens up after rejections to be quite so gaping
slowly scraping my way into a new story, all bloody-knuckled and self doubting. if my last wip was the first chill-tinged gust of autumn creeping into summer, this one is the crack of waves on a stormy beach in january