#wipexcerpt

[ghoztreader]

You know that feeling when your writing sounds perfect in your head…

…but when you read it later, something just feels off?

Sometimes it’s not a big problem. Just a line that needs softening, a reaction that feels a bit too quick, or a moment that needs more space.

Most writers go through this.

If you’d like someone to read your chapters and point out those little things, you can message me. I’m always glad to help.

[liorabookstudio]

Writers....

You ever finish writing, close your doc… then open it again a few minutes later?

And suddenly you’re not reading it the same way anymore.

A line that felt strong now feels off. The emotion doesn’t hit like it did before. A character’s reaction feels slightly wrong… and you can’t ignore it.

That shift? That’s where your mistakes start showing themselves.

Every writer has that moment. The difference is who admits it.

If this happened to you today, don’t scroll past this.

Say something. Or message me if you want someone else to catch what you might be missing.

[actorpotter]

Day 5/25 Days of Draco and Harry: ILOVEU (Part 2/2)

(Image Description Below) ** As Draco closed the door to the kitchen, he leaned his back against the door and closed his eyes. He stood there for a few seconds, allowing the solid wood to hold him in place as he tried to calm his racing heart with some deep breaths. Emotions were hard for Draco. All of them. Sometimes they were so overwhelming he couldn’t even understand what they were, where they were coming from or why they were screaming SO loudly…

When he’d read Harry’s words…his “declaration” of sorts, Draco couldn’t believe it at first. He thought his eyes were blurring the letters and confusing him, but the look of clear vulnerability on Harry’s face made him realize that he’d made no mistake. Harry had purposefully illusioned the titles to become the letters he needed to tell Draco that he…he loved him.

Draco smiled, the thought of Harry loving him sent shivers of warmth and pleasure up and down his spine. He’d also been thinking…the way their friendship had been developing since 8th year and the last few months since living together…Draco had often wondered if Harry also felt butterflies in his stomach when they both lay on the couch, legs grazing each other as they listened to Quidditch games live on the wireless. Or if Harry also got goosebumps watching him walk from the bathroom to his bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He had wondered if…no, he had hoped Harry also felt that extra layer of connection between them, that sense of “all will be well” and “this just feels right” when they were together. Despite the certainty in his feelings for Harry, Draco couldn’t stop the barrage of doubts and worries flooding his mind. This must be some elaborate prank. He can’t possibly love me…it took so much for us to just become friends; how could I possibly entertain the idea that he could really…actually… love me?

Draco shook his head before the thoughts could get too loud and start spiraling. “He loves me.” Draco said aloud, testing the words in his mouth, and opened his eyes. His gaze immediately landed on the coffee machine. Right, coffee! Draco thought.

He set about making them both a latte with the freshly ground beans from that morning. As he warmed up the milk, an idea came to him. “Hmm…” If Harry did truly love him…then why not? ** Continue reading on Ao3! Word count: 716 ** Image Description (Early Bird Prompt G): A plain white mug of milky coffee sits nestled among a crumpled knitted jumper on a bed. The foam on top of the coffee is in the shape of a heart. The jumper is primarily made of red wool, with white flecks on the sleeves and body. Brown, tan, black, and green tones are visible also, but no image is discernable. The bedclothes are plain, warm-white in color

[her--words]

“The triumph of my ability to do anything or wear anything that could result in someone looking at me in a burning way was beyond the prayers of even the holiest monks.”

[rebeckaomalleywriter]

#wipwednesday I feel like I give #Regina a lot of attention, so today let's take a look at #Finn, the other MC of my WIP. #wipexcerpt #amwriting #amwritingfantasy #writersofinstagram

[ghoztreader]

The hardest part about writing?

You’re too close to your own story to see what’s not working.

What feels perfect in your head can read a little rushed, a bit unclear, or just slightly off on the page… and it’s not always easy to catch that on your own.

That’s where a second pair of eyes helps. If you’d like someone to read your chapters and point out those small things without making it stressful, you can message me anytime.

[actorpotter]

Day 3/25 Days of Draco and Harry: Bound for Christmas

(Image description below) ** Harry was sitting underneath the Christmas tree, admiring all the beautiful presents that had been collecting there over the past couple of weeks. A bright red package with white string caught his eye, and Harry reached out to grab it, placing it in his lap. He traced his fingers along the smooth paper and played with the strings a little before shaking it gently once. ~thump~

Harry grinned. He had no idea what could be inside, but knowing Draco…

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

Harry turned around to see Draco standing in the doorway to the living room, his arms folded in mock-sternness but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away.

“Not peeking at your presents, are you?” Draco raised an eyebrow and clucked his tongue in playful disapproval...

Read and comment here on Ao3!

Word count: 463 CW: mentions of bondage and light power play **

Image Description (Early Bird Prompt O):

A picture of a variety of wrapped gifts: In the foreground is a box wrapped in red paper and tied with a multi-stranded white twine, with a small decoration of glazed red berries affixed at the bow; behind it on the left is a brown-paper wrapped gift, tied with a red and white patterned ribbon and secured with a bow. There are several more gifts in the background that are a little more out-of-focus: One wrapped in white with a thin gold ribbon; one in sparkly gold wrapping paper tied with white twine; a box wrapped with white paper with gold polka dots and tied with a sparkly red ribbon, another box with red, gold, brown and orange patterned wrapping, and a light pink ribbon, and a final gift wrapped in pink paper and tied with a pink ribbon.

[actorpotter]

Day 4/25 Days of Draco and Harry: ILOVEU (Part 1/2)

(Image Description Below) ** “So you’ve never played before? Not once?” Harry knew the answer. He was only stalling. Draco and Harry were sitting on the living room floor of their shared flat, a soft carpet underneath them and couch pillows around them for support. A fire crackled in the fireplace, filling the room with a steady warmth and a relaxing home-sweet-home kind of feeling. On most other nights, at least. Hopefully Harry’s voice wasn’t too shaky and wouldn’t give him away before he had a chance to—

“Nope. You know we didn’t have any Muggle games around the house growing up.”

“Ah. Right.”

Harry held the top of the cloth bag securely closed and shook it, mixing the Scrabble tiles inside. He offered the bag to Draco and said, “Close your eyes and pick seven letters.”

Draco did as he was told. When he was finished, Harry retrieved his own letters, making a little bit of a show of giving the tiles an extra mix before picking out seven. Not that it matters anyway, he thought, biting his lip. He picked out seven tiles and placed them on the tile rack in front of him.

“And now I try and make a word out of this, right?”

Harry looked up from his own letters and had to bite back a grin. Draco’s eyebrows were screwed up in concentration, causing the teeniest of dimples to appear in the center of his forehead. Merlin, could he be more adorable? ** Continue reading here on Ao3! Word count: 700 ** Image Description (Early Bird Prompt S): A light dusting of artificial snow covers a brown wooden tabletop. A group of small game tiles are arranged in the center of the table, spelling out Merry Christmas. Each tile has a single uppercase letter in black font, and a small number in the bottom right corner. Arranged around these tiles are three slices of fresh orange: one above, and one each to the left and right. Small baubles in shiny and polished gold are scattered in a loose circle, and a single star-shaped tea light candle sits to the bottom left. A string of shiny gold beads loops and winds its way around and through the baubles and oranges.