Writing year 1 : Let me open a word document maybe my notes app
Writing year 3 to 9 : here are all my different apps I use them for character sheets and writing and formatting and timelines and
Writing year 10 : let me open a word document and maybe my notes app
My dissertation if I didn't have to be a professional about it : you liked unreliable narrators, you loved dissecting author bias, what if I told you there was a THIRD SECRET THING THAT'S EVEN BETTER!!
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
What I say in my paper: it cannot be said that emotional and moral complexity was absent from literature before the psychological novels
What I mean : if you EVER talk shit about my boy Claudas I will personally fight you.
The first note on that was a trump supporter commenting “What” and low key I love that like. Hello conservative man on tumblr what are you doing here but also I hope me confessing my hormone induced hornyness for men made you feel welcome :)
The tBoy equivalent of ovulating is week 2 post shot and the third week is spent unfollowing all the hot men I followed bc of a thirst trap
Less magic schools. More magic universities. Unlearn the simplified models of your secondary education. Discover how to reference scrolls written by a wizard possessed by a different wizard. Identify bias in the voices that whisper from beyond the veil. Have your institution be accused of promoting a Merlinist agenda. Become addicted to energy potions.
Spill, O muse, the tea of Achilles's anger issues
So writers joke a lot about "drinking the tears of our readers", but I want to be so honest with you when I tell you that making you cry isn't our real goal. Making you feel is.
Kicking your feet? Giggling? Can't stop smiling? And yes, crying? Feeling anything, everything. That's our goal. That means we did The Job.
"You like them?"
"Yeah. They make the place look alive."
"I'll try extra hard to keep them alive then [...] I'm not much of a green thumb."
Around them, pothos happily climb around on the walls, exotic plants thrive and orchids flower. Less care had been poored into a King's garden.
Noo little German boy do not seek creative guidance based in literary theories that have been disproved since the seventies
Today I made up sad edits of sharks in my head WHY YOU ASK BECAUSE OF A WRITING PROJECT MY FRIEND TOLD ME WASN'T THAT GOOD it was. It was that good and that sad. She told me there was a fix it fic in her computer where they just ate poutine and it made me cry harder