[Blank Staring]

I was shocked when I realized this 😳

Choose one of these ideas I might develop into a short screenplay

(and tell me if you actually like any/would watch in the comments)

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House-ridden Fauna finds her observatory eye in her stone cottage vital when a murder takes place upon the misty moors she calls home: ‘In The Woods Somewhere’ by Hozier

pinning up the faces of possible life shattering criminals under the amber glow of candlelight, frosted panes and dew drenched windowsills, clotted mist rolling over moors and forests covering up the crimson spills that are occurring below, eagle eyes that bring about benevolent answers 

Four strangers; the lost writer, the eccentric mystic, the faded photographer, and fire starter, all find the golden answer they didn’t know they needed in this mundane cafe when they each receive the wrong coffee order: ‘Coffee Breath’ by Sofia Mills

ravenous faces carved into the steel of thunderclouds, the scent of coffee teasing your senses, being reminded of why you began something, garnet cheeks and new treasure troves of ideas, finding caramel joy in someone you just met

Revenge drenched Dorcas has been resurrected right in the place she was burnt at the stake years ago, and this October she’s leaving embroidered curses upon the souls of the ancestors that made a bonfire her grave years ago: ‘Burn’ by Adam Hender

walking cobbled streets drenched in the scent of bonfire, raven eyes that cut off arrogant smiles with a glare, hearing the whispers of the dead whistling through the autumn leaves, spilling bad luck instead of crimson blood, cinnamon rolls laced with poison with no physical antidote 

When two strangers with sodden minds find themselves both locked inside a museum they use the art to allow themselves to open up, and in this unexpected situation they find shelter in the other: ‘Picture Frame’ by The Kooks

golden edging on luxury frames, crafting worlds out of the images before you, sweaty hands brushed against fingers, tickled pink cheeks as warm as freshly baked bread, allowing someone else to light the match you always found to be too damp, cream sweaters and scuffed denim jackets

#180: Will It Work?

Writers face this question at every stage of their creative journey. Whether you’ve been writing for two weeks or 20 years, the challenge remains the same. Will the time that I put into this project pay off? Will it do what I need it to do?

When you’re just starting out, most of the uncertainty centres around if you can even finish the story, and if yes, will it be any good? Later on, as a published author, you may wish for your book to hit the bestseller lists. As a best-selling author, you might want to be shortlisted for various awards. And when you’ve won everything there is to win, you will worry about your work being at least as good as what came before. The struggle never really ends.

Writing books is particularly uncertain. When starting a novel, you’re months, perhaps even years away from the finish line — more than enough time to question everything about the project. The more words you write, the stronger the voice in your head becomes. Is this the right thing to work on? Is it going anywhere? The majority of would-be authors quit at this stage.

Other writers struggle before they start. They keep analysing and researching, trying to convince themselves that this is going to work. But no matter how good your idea is and how many notebooks you fill with notes, the uncertainty will never go away. How do you deal with that?

The only way to figure out whether a project will work is to start writing. For smaller projects like short stories and novellas, just power through the first draft. The first draft will tell you more about whether the story has legs than any amount of advance research ever can.

Thinking about writing a novel? There are ways to do this too. Take what you expect to be the most dramatic scene of the book and write that first. Get a feel of the characters, the setting. If you’re a pantser, try writing a short story with the same characters. See how you feel about it. Any red flags?

Thinking about writing something and actually writing the thing are two very different things. If you never start or never finish, the question will remain unanswered forever.

Will it work? Writing it is the only way to find out.

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Past Editions

#179: Throwaway Stories, January 2021

#178: Progress Over Perfection, January 2021

#177: Change Is Good, January 2021

#176: Start Before You’re Ready, January 2021

#175: Writing Without Expectations, December 2020

kofi request: eri giving deku the shovel talk (just like mic taught her)

𝒘𝒕𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 — 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉

Marksley did not stand like a servant. His back was too straight, and though his shoulders remained slouched, there was a certain tenseness there that never appeared with the male servants she interacted with both at Isidore and at the palace. His feet were positioned just so that he would be able to stand completely still without locking his knees, his weight displaced equally between his feet and his arms behind his back.

Marksley did not stand like a servant. He stood like Leda before she adjusted to her new position. He stood like the guards that watched over her at the Manor. He stood like her mother, in some odd way, though Titania’s stance never looked as rigid and uniform as the rest of them.

He stood like a soldier.

my toxic trait is carelessly getting dressed in front of open windows because if someone wants to look in, that’s their problem

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