#writing joy

[writing-on-empty]

I finished the first draft of my book!

[tokkibean]

love love love it when the afksjdksjds i wrote at 2am turns out to be readable and half-decent

[loreleiloon]

I can always tell when spring is coming because I get such a surge of creative joy, it's almost indecent 🤭💅

[toribookworm22]

Writing Joy

For just a moment, I existed on the other side of the table from where I've always stood. It was the very end of an event and I ended up making the decision to gift a copy of my poetry book to this girl and her best friend, because she had been talking to me for forever and was so sweet and then her whole face just lit up when I told her about my books and writing and all that.

I signed the book to the two of them and then watched them walk off, shoulders pressed together while they smiled and giggled at the book in their hands. And then they glanced back at me.

And I wasn't a writer then—but a reader.

An avid reader who had stood just where they did, growing up gleefully pressing copies of books to my chest when I got them signed.

It's easy to forget how far I've come sometimes.

So to Z & G, thank you for the reminder and for proving to me exactly why I do what I do.

[jandrichov]

Hans laughed long and loud, dropping his forehead into his palm and shaking his head. “You hear that?” he called over the roar, voice lifting above the din. “This miracle of a man would get himself lost on the way to the privy — if I didn’t keep him on a leash!”

Jitka raised her brows, lips curling into a knowing smile as she looked straight at Henry.

He rolled his eyes but failed to hide the twitch of a grin. “Ay, sure — and who was it pulled your noble arse out of Maleshov, eh?”

“Details,” Hans waved a hand with exaggerated dignity, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him. “Entirely irrelevant details.”

Can’t help it — writing Devil’s Pack drinking nights is my favourite kind of chaos, and with Henry back in the mix it hits even harder :)

[nkirukaj]

I was writing more of my Alastor fanfic and I was able to get a lot out, it just started flowing. It all became clear in that moment, I knew what I wanted and how to get there. And then I realized that I was smiling as I typed. And that’s when I knew for certain how writing is supposed to feel.

[coffeegleek]

Haven’t finished the last chapter of my latest WIP, nor my other WIP, and yet last night as I was trying to fall asleep I came up with another fic idea. That of course I would think would only be a short thing, but could turn into longer.