I wanted to let a quick thank you for everybody that has followed me through these almost three years I've spent on tumblr. ❤️
I just noticed today how more hardworking I am after so many years spent at writing fics now that I write my first novel.
All the challenging moments where I have to write, read, rewrite, reread to seemingly no end just doesn't feel the same. It's not a waste if time, it's necessary. It's not discouraging. Finding the tiniest flaw becomes some kind of game from a typo to plot holes. I find it funny the way my brain uses stuff I've read or played or heard and changes it to give it a different appearance, tone or angle. Giving characters different personalities through dialogues and managing so many more of them than I do in my fics.
Oh and Chekhov's guns. ❤️ My sweethearts. ❤️















