But It's Worth It - Blog Posts

Rain pt.1

You see the-, the rain is nice but... I-I don't really like getting wet.

The Seven Stages of Writing:

1. Having the best idea for a story

2. Making a bunch of character sheets, plot outlines, snippets of scenes and playlists for inspiration

3. Sitting down to actually write the story

4. Realizing halfway through you don’t know anything about *insert random topic here* and go down an Internet rabbit hole to become an armchair expert while bullshiting the finer details and hoping no one notices.

5. Getting stuck for too long on a scene/ trying to make a character or plot Do A Thing™️ it’s not doing without it being contrived.

6. Wallowing about how terrible your writing is and how the whole story is basically a dumpster fire that should never see the light of day.

7. Going back to edit the whole thing and realizing it’s an absolute masterpiece and you were worried about nothing all along.

I call this...

The Christ(ie)

Gwendoline Christie attends the 71st Emmy Awards in Los Angeles, California (September 22, 2019)

@taurus2020 designed some dragons for my eliatrope OC, and I loved one of them so much that now I’m going through redesigning her!

I've nodded and being complicit in my own destruction, maybe more than I should have. because that was way easier than arguing about it, so much easier than just saying no because I am so used to the word falling on deaf ears. Our relationship wasn’t that bad, I say to my girlfriends. But I would close my eyes and leave my body and whisper to my bleeding heart: turn over, you don’t need to like it. god knows that’s not what he wants anyway. you just need to do it. close your eyes and lose yourself to him. do what he wants. do it. felt myself cower into nothingness. again.

here darling. summer isn’t so bright this year so come lean on my shoulder and baptise your sorrows in the valleys of my body. I know you’re crumbling under the weight of it all so lean on me until you’re strong enough to walk again. some flowers don’t have sturdy stems, and that’s okay. doesn’t make them any less beautiful, right? let my arms be your peace until the world outside stops sounding so much like violence, the chaos and busyness of it all. come, my love. mind over matter. you’ll start feeling like yourself again, I promise. love is being the hook, line and sinker. love is being the fish and the fisherman. love is knowing that sometimes it isn’t 50/50, that sometimes I must give more than I take. but love is also knowing you’d do the same for me any day of the week.