Getting Over The Fear Of Being Bad Is So Fucking Hard… Like, It’s Literally A Super Power If You

what people think is hard about writing: describing the joy, love, beauty, grief, loss and hope that form the richness of human experience

what is actually hard about writing: describing basic actions such as turning, leaning over, reclining, gesturing, saying something in a quiet voice, breathing, getting up from chairs, and walking across rooms

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i’m losing my mind right now bc i really really want to write but for some reason i can’t think of anything. sitting here staring at like 3 open wips without a Single working brain cell. god has abandoned me.

i’m soooo normal about zelda i like her a regular amount

Rhaenyra is better than me cause I would have killed my own father for her

here i am on writeblr!!!

hello everyone! my name is madeleine! i’m sixteen, i use she/her pronouns, and i’m just a little nervous posting on here. i’ve been lurking in the writeblr tag for a few weeks but until now i hadn’t mustered up the confidence to put myself out there. but hey! i’m excited now. i don’t have enough real-life writer friends. i love seeing people talk about their wips and hearing different creative ideas.

i’ve been writing for about eight years. i adore reading and writing ya. in terms of genres, i’m not very picky, but i enjoy writing horror (though i haven’t experimented too much with it yet) and all kinds of fantasy. i’m also a bit of a hopeless romantic.

my own projects:

most recently, i’ve worked on this weird idea that popped into my head in the middle of the night because apparently my brain only works when it isn’t supposed to. the tentative title is way down in hellebore but. i’m not sure i like it so. very subject to change. it follows three very different kids, all from different time periods and different places in--and out of--the world who mysteriously all end up lumped together in a bleak nowhere town. the last thing any of them can remember is killing someone, intentionally or not.

i also have an unnamed spooky story set in victorian london. it centers around a strange mother and her daughter who are notorious for seances and a family who comes to them, looking for a way to communicate with their recently deceased mother.

anyways. i would appreciate it if you reblog this if you happen to come across it. i really want to interact with/follow new people and enter the community!! thank you!! :)

last lines tag!

i was tagged by @sanguinewritings ! thank you!

this is from my most recent wip (one that i honestly can’t figure out what to do with whoops). the premise is that three kids, one from italy in 1847, one from hollywood in 1952, and one from a space-training school that is in space (sort of like the international space station ig) end up lobbed together in some weird town after they have all had a hand in a murder. ;)

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If Wren noticed the word or the touch, he didn’t show it. He kept staring and staring, like he could bring Carina back to life if he focused hard enough

Her bony, scorched fingers scraped over bloody cheeks. “I hate you,” snarled Carina again. “Nic will never look at you again. You’re a murderer. Murderer. Murderer murderer murderer—”

She repeated the word, over and over until it twisted itself into meaninglessness, until Carina Valentino and her blazing fury had vanished without a trace.

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RHAENYRA and ALICENT + art

Vincente Capobianchi | LE HÉRON FAMILIER , 1877 Jacques Clement Wagrez | Promenade médievale , 1899 Aimée Brune-Pagès | Young Lady with her Maid, 1853 Eugen von Blaas | Day dreamers , 1887 Anthony van Dyck | William II, Prince of Orange, and his Bride, Mary Stuart, 1641

Gay people are so crazy… what do you mean you married her dad but you’re thinking it could maybe still work out🧐🤨