4: what time of the day/night do you like to write?
Again, Night time is the best time for me! I don’t know why but inspiration really kicks up a notch when the sun goes down. The only down side is my grammar tends to go hand in hand with my exhaustion lol
This is some advice I’ve been working on taking myself but it’s that you don’t censor yourself while you write. Especially when you’re inspired to write. Because then it happens that you get caught up on a word or phrase or it doesn’t turn out the way you liked - and that’s okay- just don’t delete your work. Let it sit for a day or two and come back to it. There have been parts of fics I’ve written that I’ve absolutely hated but i have to remember that I’ve read my own work a hundred times, to someone else it might be amazing!
34: a scene/paragraph you wrote that you’re proud of
Oh gosh there are so many, one sec let me scour my fics! so theres a dead tie between this scene in Dancing til Dawn
“She looked beautiful. Long brown hair streaming through the empty air behind her as she spun around in circles to the beat of the drums. Hands held out to keep her balance Gendry stared dumbfounded as the emerald green fabric of her dress flared out on all sides. Sansa had leaned in, whispering something in the younger sisters’ ear, causing Arya to toss her head back in laughter.
She’s drunk, he thought idly. Rightfully so. They had won the battle of the long night. Arya herself sported a dark cut above her eye, and another just beneath the hem of near her shoulder. Gendry tried not to think about that though, choosing instead to take another sip of his ale.”
and this scene out of Dead or Alive
He felt for her, really he did. But he had a job. And if the rumors about her retribution were to be believed, she was just as guilty as the rest of the fugitives he brought in for a living.
Annoyed, Gendry let out a huff, “Listen lady. You might think you’re servin’ some higher purpose. But what you did to Old Man Frey-…You’re wanted for murder. Tying up a Marshal ain’t gonna make the hangman's rope any easier ‘round your neck when I take you in.” Not for the first time that day he cursed himself for having been so careless as to camp out on the desert ridge. He might as well have sent up a giant smoke signal for anyone in the valley below. What he hadn’t accounted for was how ballsy she was, saddling up to his campfire while he slept and taking him by surprise. This was certainly a first.
“Ain’t a lady either,” The brunette retorted though she didn’t deny the accusation of murder, tsking his mistake with the whisper of a smile at the corner of her lips. “’Sides, how’re you gonna take me in tied up like this?” She wondered crouching down to his level. Just then her fingers slipped into the pocket of his jacket, clasping around the little sash of coins in his hidden pocket much to his chagrin. “Last I heard that Bolton bastard said he’d pay double to see me hangin’ on the walls like those wildlings he hates so much.” Pulling the coin bag out in the open Arya cocked her head to one side, “feels kind’a light to me.” Arya reflected weighing it in the palm of her hand.