abigail

writer 24 | gemini | infp same user over on instagram

[writerabigailcooper]

obligatory introduction post

see my published work here.

my name is abigail and i am 24. i teach on the down-low but i really want to be a writer. i have a bachelor's degree in english and history and a master's in teaching. i am currently working on a historical fiction piece, but the wind takes me where it wants. i live in the middle of nowhere and sometimes my internet decides to spaz out.

this is my only active personal writing blog, which i will be using to post my writing, advice/lists, etc. i have a lot to say apparently but i can never get it down the way i want it to sound.

spam/fanfic reblog blog: @siihtriic

you want my interests? probably not, but here are some current ones anyway. Reading, writing, baking (i make a pretty good banana bread), tv shows (like The Terror or Golden Kamuy), travel, trying to figure out what new coffee i want to try... you know, the basics.

masterlist - use #abigail's musings to see other posts, not just writing help and what not.

you can find me on instagram and tiktok under the same handle, @writerabigailcooper.

[writerabigailcooper]

istg sometimes i write like a poet possessed and then other times, i write what i did just fifteen minutes ago and cry right after:

The British within her was fighting to come out, each and every time Zaya addressed her.

who??? the British is WHAT??? HUH????? oh get me OUTTA here. writing is a prison that i have locked myself into

[yyyyddmmsupremacy-deactivated20]

one person's "ugghh this trope is so overdone" is another person's "oooooohohohohohohohoho"

[writerabigailcooper]

surface tension in a red solo cup sip, sip, sipping to keep it from spilling over. a feeling rises to the surface. I know it well. it eats away at my insides, claws at me from the depths of what soul I have left. red solo cup cold, condensation dripping, running ‘till the ice melts and the drink grows warm. I see my reflection in watered down soda. I see your eyes staring back at me. memories I cannot relive. a life I no longer lead. do you see me, too? when the days grow longer and the nights slip by with nothing more than a shallow greeting, a hiccup in your mind, a reminder that I’m here bleeding, your memory leaving me just as you left me all those years ago. red solo cup meets garbage bag meets truck meets landfill meets its end. but it’s not truly the end. plastic is not biodegradable. it is ever- lasting. it lives for as long as memory serves. for as long as time stretches on. do you still see me?

— @writerabigailcooper

originally posted on tiktok and instagram 5/29/2026

[writerabigailcooper]

i read one time that you can get story ideas from anywhere; the store, a book, the person you talk to late one night. what am i supposed to do when my idea hits me like a freight train and all i have to show for it is three words in my note app

[ladyignatius4]

It doesn't matter if you wrote 5,000 or 50 words today.

It doesn't matter if all you did was day-dream about your characters while staring at the ceiling.

You are still a writer and your progress is valid.

[writerabigailcooper]

revisiting drafts you set aside is like seeing an old flame that you know will only lead to your ruin. :(

[luxfuxxvii]

not now kitten, mommy needs to get up off her ass and overcome her fear of writing poorly because it's better than not writing at all.

[moninils]

And all of this at once.

[nondelphic]

writing is so fun when i’m not doing it

[writerabigailcooper]

don't underestimate my willingness to sit and stare at a blank page for two hours

[writers-bane]

How it feels to finally string 5 coherent sentences together after a writing block

[writingpromptaday]

A scholar goes back to the original original original translation of the prophecy and discovers a small but significant translation error that changes the entire meaning of the prophecy.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[writerabigailcooper]

revisiting a finished draft and taking notes on your first read through for the next draft is not for the faint of heart. send help

[writingdose]

being a writer is

50% daydreaming about plots and writing

50% procrastinating/suffering during the actual writing process

[tokkibean]

sometimes the writing goes so well that you must stare at your hands and contemplate the universe because this cannot be real actually