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[blueleopard555]

Writing is very fun. Today, I spent twenty minutes trying to find the correct spelling of repertoire. Curse the French language for its weird spelling!

[topazadine]

Top Writing Resources and Tools for Aspiring Authors

Discover top writing resources, books, and marketing tools to elevate your craft and master your writing journey effectively.

Hello friends! I have gathered a list of all my favorite resources, vendors, and applications that have helped me write the Eirenic Verses. Here, you'll find writing books, marketing guides, writing apps, cover artists, beta readers (including @dlbookediting), and more!

Please enjoy AND reblog so others can also benefit!

[scottymcgeesterwrites]

life as a writer

0 - 13 years old: You are exploding with ideas. You have so many ideas that all or most of them will disappear into the aether by the time you grow up. You won’t remember even a quarter of them but you do remember being high on imagination. You acted out entire stories with your action figures. You went on “adventures” with your friends. The entire world was a playground. 13-18 years old: You start developing original ideas. You may go on fan fiction sites and write your own twist on your favorite character. You have goals so big that you don’t realize they are too unrealistic, because in your mind anything is still possible.

18 - 23 years old: Crisis time. You’re not sure if you’re good at this. You still have many ideas but also there’s this little thing called college, or at the very least you need to find a job and figure out what you’re seriously going to do with your life. You may be neurotic about your work in some form or another, or may get frustrated never finding the time to write. You may think you suck and might quit. You may be paranoid that people will take your ideas because you want to be recognized as original. Whatever happens, you start becoming neurotic and anxious and frustrated. You will start dropping old ideas and old goals that you had. 23 - 28 years old: You either mature old ideas or drop all your childhood dreams and focus on something new. You have a day job but any free time you have to yourself is spent fleshing out your writing. Your day job could be something you’re into, if you’re lucky, but either way it’s not your main goal in life. The writing you do in those intervals of free time are what you really want to be known for. 28 years old to pretty much the end: If you have continued writing this far, then you know exactly what you want to do in life. You’re becoming set in your ways and the ball is finally rolling. You have the amazing ability to not pay attention while people are talking because you are writing about something in your head. Someone’s mad at you and you don’t know why. It’s probably because they were spouting about their emotional breakup over the phone and you were saying “Uh-huh” and “Yeah” while you were plotting out an entire three-act play in your head, or had the phone on speaker while you got warped into editing your podcast episode. Any neurotic insecurity you had when you were younger is a thing of the past, because all you do is think and make it happen.

[onwriting-hrarby]

on writing, 15-11

i am feeling a little bit down with writing lately. the progress of my novel is going well, and i'm happy that i'm writing everyday, but i'm somehow feeling out of loop. like, i want to expose myself and interact with other writers and fandoms, and at the same time i just want to curl into a blanket and read books and not do anything at all. writing and publishing fics doesn't do it for me anymore (i had fun writing the ploy, but not uploading it... and it has been a little bit of radio silence, which doesn't help with the nervousness it triggers) but at the same time i feel like if i don't have a fandom, i don't have a safe space to go to when i'm feeling down.

so for now i'm re reading kono oto tomare in french.

[tafferling]

I have been writing and posting chapters of something or the other on the regular for years now.

But ever since I finished with Latchkey Hero, something had gone missing in the process and I think I figured it out today: the Chapter Finished High.

Always, without fail, I’d get this happy chemicals boost whenever I finished writing (not posting, just writing) a chapter of my Dying Light fic. 

I didn’t get it with Shielding Thing after that. Or with Hiraeth. Or any ficlet I might have written in-between. I don’t even get them with Aphelion, and I love that story and the character immensely.

But. Hey. They are back now.

Every chapter of Monsters, We. that I finish has me all giddy again. Like right now, you know? Cause I just finished one? 

*distant delighted Taff noises* 

It’s nice.

[smakkabagms]

I miss collaborating! An active writing community! It is my fault, being so withdrawn this last year or so - but I am back in quarantine and desperate for poetry friends! Thus: I am looking for poetry mutuals. If you write on here and I do not follow you already, let me know! Reblog / comment on this and to thee I shall give a follow! Let us write poems together, help each other with books and projects, exchange recommendations, all of it.  PS. hope you are all safe and well -

[karenlojelo]

PEZZI DI TUTTO Incarto pensieri in sacchetti monouso cercando di riporli in angoli nascosti ma me li ritrovo sempre sparsi per la stanza. Certi giorni sembrano voler mettere ordine in tutto quello che ordine non ha mai avuto. Forse ho un rullino fotografico al posto della mente, una pellicola che registra tutto e poi si incastra sempre sulle stesse scene che mi si ripropongono a ripetizione. Maledetto vizio quello di ricordare, quello di voler dare un senso a tutto anche quando il prima e il dopo camminano su binari differenti. Questa mia abitudine a complicare le cose semplici, perché le cose semplici non mi sono mai piaciute, o forse mi sono piaciute talmente tanto che lo ho volute vedere complicate. Un riflesso incondizionato quello di cercare quel velo di malinconia anche quando per lei non c’è posto, perché senza malinconia sembra manchi la poesia. E mentre guardo domani che potrebbe splendere di luce propria mi immagino come sarà capace di distruggerlo e di farne schegge di vetro che mi si infileranno dappertutto, nei giorni di pioggia naturalmente, perché in quelli di sole mi dimentico sempre di essere triste. Ho una memoria selettiva, che seleziona emozioni secondo le condizioni meteorologiche… che poi ci sono stati giorni di pioggia che mi sono piaciuti talmente tanto da sentire il cuore scricchiolare di gioia al punto che avevo paura franasse. Ho imparato a essere felice in maniera controllata ora, per le piccole cose come i raggi di sole clandestini tra le nuvole, certo è che la felicità incontrollata sotto il temporale… beh quella era un’altra cosa, il problema è che non ricordo più come si leva il freno a mano, deve essersi incastrato come la pellicola che s’incastra sempre nello stesso punto e io rivedo pezzi di ieri sempre in tutti i miei possibili domani. Pezzi di tutto, ho pezzi di pensieri, pezzi di sogni, pezzi di speranze, pezzi di cuore e pezzi di anima, ho tagliato tutto a pezzi perché era troppa roba e intera non ci stava più dentro. Testo by #karenlojelo #instawriters #ioscrivo #onwriting #karenlojeloquotes (presso Somewhere...) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg3g_DeM3Sm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[artisticwildflower]

I whisper words to the silence and gulp them down my throat, before they start fluttering their wings and flying into poems. Poems are like puzzles of my soul, fit them perfectly and it will shine, let one fall and you'll never fathom it. Poems are like the voices of my scars, shrieking in silent whispers, under a fruitless tree. Poems are like keys to my mind palace, my broken mind palace. Will you visit it soon? pick up the collapsed towers, placing them in my mouth to see the window of my soul?