m-r-levine

[m-r-levine]

You die two deaths - your physical death and your true death when your name is spoken for the last time. You, a mild-mannered introvert, have been stuck in limbo for centuries waiting for your true death, and finally found out why.

[m-r-levine]

things you can do when you don't know how to end a scene

Pick a fun line of dialogue and just cut it there. End the chapter or plonk in a scene break and move on.

Interrupt whatever's going on. You can customize the interruption to the genre of your fic, but it could be as simple as a phone call or a knock on the door or as complex as a parachuting velociraptor wielding a machete. Now your characters have to deal with *that* instead of wrapping up whatever they were doing before.

Find a parallel to another character who isn't there and use that as a transition to write about them in *their* scene. Two characters are mourning the end of their relationship? Smash cut to another character looking at a photo of a lost loved one. Character is in an angst spiral over a decision they need to make? Switch over to someone staring at a coffee shop menu in confusion.

Change the perspective. There's a fight going on and you're tired of writing it? Well, now you cut to a character on the other side of the wall who can hear some weird noises. They can choose to investigate or ignore, as you see fit. You don't want to write smut but your characters are making out pretty heavy now? Their roommate in the room next door decides now would be a great time to take the dog for a walk.

Get to a moment of tension and just... stop. End the chapter. Congratulations, you just wrote a cliffhanger. You can pick up the next chapter at any point you want (conveniently getting you past the tricky thing you weren't sure how to write). Bonus: you might have people yell at you in the comments 😈

Ending a scene early is a great way to get yourself out of a block. Conveniently, it's also an interesting way to write a story.

Feel free to add more ideas in the notes.

[m-r-levine]

One of the best writing advice I have gotten in all the months I have been writing is "if you can't go anywhere from a sentence, the problem isn't in you, it's in the last sentence." and I'm mad because it works so well and barely anyone talks about it. If you're stuck at a line, go back. Backspace those last two lines and write it from another angle or take it to some other route. You're stuck because you thought up to that exact sentence and nothing after that. Well, delete that sentence, make your brain think because the dead end is gone. It has worked wonders for me for so long it's unreal

[m-r-levine]

Let your drafts breathe!

I do it so damn often and I think it's fitting to say as a first post:

The minute you finish a story, don't dive right into the editing. For God's sake, spare yourself the heartache. You're fresh off the marathon, give your legs time to rest.

I write a lot of horror short stories as I'm working on a debut collection. This flow has saved my life:

Draft story 1 → finish → take a day or two off → get obsessed with story 2 → finish story 2 → rest again → then edit story 1. Don't edit as you go, no matter how much that little gremlin on your shoulder is hissing:

"You used an adverb here, you misspelled this, consult the thesaurus there's a better word for that, what if this isn't any good, what if the nukes fly tomorrow, what if you forgot to save, what if you-"

No. What if nothing.

What if you finish the story?

What if this is the one that gets you published?

What if you zip that lip and let your newborn breathe?

The What-If Gremlin is a double edged sword.

It gives me story seeds, and then it tries to spoil them. My fingers rush to type as I write through nausea, doubt and hellfire. It does you well to remember you're not a sailor, you're the captain. Steer the ship to port, then rest.

If it's a short story, a few days off can work. A novel? Weeks. Take weeks. Go live. You can't write honest fiction, or edit it for that matter, if you aren't also living. Sometimes the most honest thing you can do is step away so the inner critic can't cannibalize you both.

You could:

Lose yourself in another story

Listen to your favorite albums and go for walks

Go to an art museum

Find inspiration whistling through the days you spend in the sun

My short story "Tender" was born at a Barbecue joint with family, and writing was the furthest thing from my mind.

Editing is crucial, of course it is, but it isn't the same as creating. They require different versions of you. How can you cut something up and carve a masterpiece if you're still bleeding out? Go put a band aid on dammit, and may it smell like Spring and cover you like Fall.

[m-r-levine]

Writing characters who almost say “i love you” (but never do)

(until they do, eventually, maybe.)

Some characters don’t fall in love quietly, not really. They fall in love loudly but refuse to say it, and not because they’re playing hard to get, but because they’re scared. Of messing things up, of not being loved back, or of saying too much and not being able to take it back. So instead, they almost say it. Over and over...

✶ They get close, like, painfully close.✶ It’s always on the edge of their tongue, but something stops them.

“I need to tell you something…” “I’ve been thinking about you...about this.” “You’re… important to me.”

They pause too long, they chicken out, the moment passes, and then they pretend it didn’t happen at all.

✶ There’s always something in the way ✶  Timing, fear, a phone call, a joke that kills the mood. One of them looks away and the moment slips through their fingers. And it’s so frustrating, and not just for the characters... for the reader too. Because it keeps almost happening, and then it doesn’t.

✶ They practice it in their head ✶ 

“I love you.” “Has anyone ever told you how much you mean to me?” “You’re it. You’re the one.”

They imagine saying it in the car, or on a walk, or at midnight when everything’s quiet. But when they’re actually in front of the person? It feels impossible.

✶  The other person knows. kind of. ✶  They feel it and hear it in the way they say their name. They see it in the way they look at them like the sun just walked into the room. But they’re scared too, so they wait... And wait, and wait. No one wants to be the first to fall without knowing the other person will catch them.

✶ When it finally happens, it’s never perfect ✶ It’s messy, blurted out, and maybe during an argument. Maybe after something awful happens and everything’s too raw to hide.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t care.” “You matter to me more than anyone else.” “I love you, okay? I’ve been in love with you for forever.”

[m-r-levine]

When you’re a writer, but you also have a side hobby, and your characters are screaming at you from the other room because you’re not giving them your full attention

[m-r-levine]

🖋️ You Don’t Need to “Write Every Day” to Be a Real Writer (and Other Guilt-Crushing Truths)

Let’s make this one loud: 📣 You are not a failed writer because you didn’t open your Google Doc today.

We’ve all heard the advice, write every day, build the habit, protect the streak, treat it like brushing your teeth or doing crunches or whatever metaphor productivity Twitter is pushing this week.

But here’s the thing: You are not a factory. Your brain is not a faucet. And writing isn’t a moral behavior.

─────── ✦ ───────

🚫 Daily Writing is Not a Badge of Legitimacy

The "write every day" rule? It wasn’t invented for you. It came from a very specific kind of writer.... usually full-time, no kids, no chronic illness, no 60-hour day job, no executive dysfunction, that lives in a world made of schedules and uninterrupted mornings.

You? You’re probably doing your best between classes, during night shifts, after crying, before therapy, while microwaving pizza rolls.

If you’re writing at all, you’re already in the game. No daily streak required. No blood oath to the Scrivener gods. You don’t need to bleed ink to prove you’re real.

─────── ✦ ───────

🧠 Writing is Mental, Even When It’s Invisible

Plotting in the shower. Thinking about your character’s tragic backstory at red lights. Whispering fake arguments into your Notes app at 3am. Staring at the ceiling replaying one scene until it rots.

It all counts.

Writing is thinking, not just typing. That mental compost pile? That’s how the good stuff grows. You don’t owe your worth to a word count. Some days, the work looks like a blank page and a brain on fire.

─────── ✦ ───────

🔄 Rest Is Part of the Process, Not a Detour From It

Let me say this plainly: Burnout is not proof of effort.

You are allowed to pause. You are allowed to stop mid-project. You are allowed to write in bursts. You are allowed to write for a week and disappear for a month.

Writing is a relationship. It has seasons. It expands and contracts. You are not a robot with a daily quota, you’re a person carrying a whole fictional world inside you. Let yourself be human.

─────── ✦ ───────

📆 Consistency Helps--But Define It For Yourself

Do some writers thrive with routines? Sure. But routine =/= daily.

Try this: → “I write every weekend morning when I can.” → “I jot down notes during my commute.” → “I commit to one hour a week, guilt-free.” → “I take two weeks off after every chapter.” → “I only write during November and spiral gloriously.”

Build a rhythm that actually matches your energy, not one that shames you for not vibing like a full-time author in a lakeside cabin with nothing to do but word vomit and sip tea.

─────── ✦ ───────

💌 You’re Still a Real Writer (Even When You’re Not Producing)

You don’t need:

a finished draft

a daily goal

a growing WIP

a thriving project

a clever new idea

…to be a writer.

You only need:

the drive to tell a story

the will to try again

the love of the craft, even when it doesn’t love you back

You’re a real writer if you write sometimes. You’re a real writer if you write badly. You’re a real writer if you wrote once and it changed you.

─────── ✦ ───────

✨ Guilt Kills Stories Faster Than “Laziness” Ever Will

You’re not lazy. You’re probably: → Overwhelmed → Tired → Burnt out → Depressed → Distracted by survival → Caught in perfectionism’s death grip

And the guilt? It doesn’t make you more productive. It just sinks its teeth into your confidence until you start to believe you’ve “fallen behind” on something that’s supposed to be yours.

The best thing you can do for your writing life? Protect your joy. That spark. That curiosity. That itch to build something from nothing.

That matters more than any streak.

─────── ✦ ───────

📣 Final Truths (Pin These to Your Soul):

Missing writing days is not failure.

Your process is not wrong just because it’s not loud.

You are not in a race.

You are not a fraud.

You are allowed to come back whenever.

Writing is not a productivity metric. It’s a craft. It’s a calling. It’s a weird little ritual.

And it’ll still be there when you’re ready.

See you on the page, whether that’s tomorrow, or next week, or next season.

—rin t. // thewriteadviceforwriters // chaotic writing realist. anti-guilt gremlin. your local plot ghost.

📜 prompts for gothic girlies, literary lads, and cursed creatives

🕯️ download the pack & write something cursed:

[m-r-levine]

🍖 How to Build a Culture Without Just Inventing Spices and Necklaces

(a worldbuilding roast. with love.)

So. You’re building a fantasy world, and you’ve just invented: → Three types of ceremonial jewelry → A spice that tastes like cinnamon if it were bitter and cursed → A holiday where everyone wears gold and screams at dawn

Cute. But that’s not culture. That’s aesthetics.

And if your worldbuilding is all outfits, dances, and spice blends with vaguely mystical names, your story’s probably going to feel like a cosplay convention held inside a Pinterest board.

Here’s how to fix that—aka: how to build a real, functioning culture that shapes your story, not just its vibes.

─────── ✦ ───────

🔗 Culture Is Built on Power, Not Just Style

Ask yourself: → Who’s in charge, and why? → Who has land? Who doesn’t? → What’s considered taboo, sacred, or punishable by death?

Culture is shaped by who gets to make the rules and who gets crushed by them. That’s where things like religion, family structure, class divisions, gender roles, and social expectations actually come from.

Start there. Not at the embroidery.

─────── ✦ ───────

2.🪓 Culture Comes From Conflict

Did this society evolve peacefully? Was it colonized? Did it colonize? Was it rebuilt after a war? Is it still in one?

→ What was destroyed and mythologized? → What do the survivors still whisper about? → What do children get taught in school that’s… suspiciously sanitized?

No culture is neutral. Every tradition has a history, and that history should taste like blood, loss, or propaganda.

─────── ✦ ───────

3.🧠 Belief Systems > Customs Lists

Sure, rituals and holidays are cool. But what do people believe about: → Death? → Love? → Time? → The natural world? → Justice?

Example: A society that believes time is cyclical vs. one that sees time as linear will approach everything—from prison sentences to grief—completely differently.

You don’t need to invent 80 gods. You need to know what those gods mean to the people who pray to them.

─────── ✦ ───────

4.🫀 Culture Controls Behavior (Quietly)

Culture shows up in: → What people apologize for → What insults cut deepest → What people are embarrassed about → What’s praised publicly vs. what’s hidden privately

For instance: → A culture obsessed with stoicism won’t say “I love you.” They’ll say “Have you eaten?” → A culture built on legacy might prioritize ancestor veneration, archival writing, name inheritance.

This stuff? Way more immersive than giving everyone matching earrings.

─────── ✦ ───────

5. 🏠 Culture = Daily Life, Not Just Festivals

Sure, your MC might attend a funeral where people paint their faces blue. But what about: → Breakfast routines? → How people greet each other on the street? → Who cooks, and who eats first? → What’s considered “clean” or “proper”? → How is parenting handled? Divorce?

Culture is what happens between plot points. It should shape your character’s assumptions, language, fears, and habits—whether or not a festival is going on.

─────── ✦ ───────

6. 💬 Let Your Characters Disagree With Their Own Culture

A culture isn’t a monolith.

Even in deeply traditional societies, people: → Rebel → Question → Break rules → Misinterpret laws → Mock sacred things → Act hypocritically → Weaponize or resist what’s expected

Let your characters wrestle with the culture around them. That’s where realism (and tension) lives.

─────── ✦ ───────

7.🧼 Beware the “Pretty = Good” Trap

Worldbuilding gets boring fast when: → The protagonist’s homeland is beautiful and pure → The enemy’s culture is dark and “barbaric” → Every detail just reinforces who the reader should like

You can—and should—challenge the aesthetic hierarchy. → Let ugly things be beloved. → Let beautiful things be corrupt. → Let your MC romanticize their culture and then get disillusioned by it later.

─────── ✦ ───────

📍 TL;DR (but like, spicy): → Culture is not food and jewelry. → Culture is power, fear, memory, contradiction. → Stop inventing spices until you know who starved last winter. → Let your world feel lived in, not curated.

The best cultural worldbuilding doesn’t look like a list. It feels like a system. A pressure. A presence your characters can’t escape—even if they try.

Now go. Build something real. (You can add spices later.)

—rin t. // writing advice for worldbuilders with rage and range // thewriteadviceforwriters

Sometimes the problem isn’t your plot. It’s your first 5 pages. Fix it here → 🖤 Free eBook: 5 Opening Pages Mistakes to Stop Making:

🕯️ download the pack & write something cursed:

[m-r-levine]

Not every book is meant for you, but all books deserve to find their audience

So back in February I had a pretty nightmarish collision of ideologies with two other writers, one of fanfic, and one also indie published like me.

Both had this weird and aggressive sense of competition over whether a book “deserves” praise.

One of them did explicitly tell me that, among other reluctantly-given reasons like how she, a straight woman, was never going to like a gay romance, and that I could never possibly write something that she would consider worthy of 5 stars. I could tailor-craft a book for her, but against the entire library of all of fiction, I couldn’t ever possibly compare to the greats.

And that to suggest that I deserved 5 was entitled and morally wrong.

The other was about the same, just meaner.

I have never bought a book based off reviews in my life. Reviews are so subject to bias, both intentional in a “I have an agenda against this book here’s 2 stars because it’s queer” way and unintentional in a “I just love this genre and will defend it no matter what even though it’s hot garbage” way that they mean nothing to me.

Most people leaving book reviews aren’t professional critics, they’re just sharing their opinion, and as a picky reader, a majority of strangers’ opinions are irrelevant to me. That, and I can never know which "professionals" are lying out of their ass for profit because I'm not about to do homework on which critics are legit to decide what book I'm going to read. I'll read the summary and decide for myself.

I'll read the reviews for an air fryer I want off Amazon, not someone's weird little passion project that they poured their heart and soul into as a love letter to punk rock and dinosaurs on Mars.

Like I hate ACOTAR, but I hate the very real market and genre distortion it’s been making, not that it has high ratings on Goodreads. It’s all arbitrary, unless you’re too small where that score and how many ratings comprise it matter against the algorithm trying very hard to keep you down.

But I know that I'm an exception, and other people depend very heavily on reviews.

The point I still stand by is this: There is no “deserve” in the realm of art. Who are you to be judge, jury, and executioner on some small, first-time writer’s debut novel?

Who are you to decide what books “deserve” to have a fighting chance and find their audience? You don’t have to read it, you don’t have to like it, but thinking in any way that you’re the fiction police sabotaging work that you don’t like so you have more room for your own “better” work or that you're keeping "lesser" works from tainting your pristine pedestal is some pretentious and elitist bullshit.

There is enough room for all of us and fanfic rules apply: If you don’t like it, don’t read it!

Both of these people could have said “Hey Physh, we didn’t love your work and aren’t comfortable giving you an honest negative review (which they very much were), or a false positive one, so you should ask someone else”.

Instead it was “Oh you want my help? There will be consequences.”

And I could not for the life of me explain that I wasn’t asking them to lie for me. Just, if you don’t have something nice to say… don’t say anything?

I just picked up a book a few days ago by a fellow indie author on impulse. Did I love it? No. Am I going to write them a public review on a platform already stacked against them saying “yeah I mean it was ok but I just didn’t like it”?

No.

Making my dislike of a book that was not meant for me in any way known in a backhanded compliment is not more important, to me, than helping someone in the same shit sandwich as I am market their book to reach someone else who might really enjoy it.

I don't like comedies, by and large. I'm not going to fault a comedy for being unfunny to me when I know damn well that I'm an exception and most other people are crying with laughter. Nor am I going to fault a comedy for being a comedy and not a drama.

I got a very rude awakening thinking we all were on the same page with this.

This book cost me $3 and a few hours of my time when I was already on the clock at work getting paid. I just gave it a shoutout on here. I felt good. They felt good. We’re helping each other.

Gtfo out with your “deserve”.

I tried it, and that’s what matters to me. I’m helping my fellow artist, and that’s what matters to me. Not the impossible standards of measuring up to Charles Dickens or Emily Bronte, of which I never claimed to attempt.

There is enough room for all of us without punching down on people already drowning below you. One nice comment, one little blog post saying “hey this book exists if you like these tropes you might like this” won’t make them an NYT Bestseller overnight.

And for what it’s worth, these two writers’ fanfic opinions were exactly the same. I just didn’t see enough of this before it was too late.

And to be clear, I am a very harsh critic when it’s warranted. Hollywood blockbusters, genre juggernauts, 60-year-old white men’s 100th assembly-line mystery novels.

If I apply that expectation of profoundness and quality on a first-time author, that might very well become their last book. None of us are coming out of the gate with absolute perfection, and there’s only 5 stars to go around. If you're an NYT Bestseller, there's an implicit standard of quality and experience assumed in that honor that you should be meeting and if you're not, here come the critics.

Telling me, a first time author, that I only “deserve” a four because only Tolkein and people like him deserve a five and we can’t water down the concept of fives (read: we can't open the gate for everyone because mine won't be as special as I think it is) is a buckwild hill to die on.

And yes I know 4s are still good, it’s their reason behind the 4 here.

I’m not going to pretend to gush about a novel that I didn’t enjoy. I’m going to examine what it is, what it’s trying to say, and talk about its narrative strengths, its shortcomings, and leave it up to whoever stumbles across my review to decide if they want to buy it.

Because at the very least, the existence of my neutral review will help them more than never saying anything because I got squeamish about having my name attached to a book I find inferior (which I don’t, we’re are just different).

If some bigot on the internet can give you a 1 because you dare to write something that makes his conservative ass twitch, then I can counter-balance it with a lenient 5. The critics can wait until you get big enough to weather their criticism.

[m-r-levine]

I control the narrative, I whisper to myself like a lunatic while the characters in the story I'm writing are not following my orders.

[m-r-levine]

"oh I'm gonna add a cute little court scene excerpt in this part of the novel"

to

"I can't just have a random case number, those are assigned according to systems"

to

"I can't just have random statute numbers, that needs an organizational structure"

to

"well I know who wrote this code; which title of the intraplanetary system legal code would be the criminal code?"

to

"what are all the titles in the intraplanetary legal system code?"

to

to

"Okay, the criminal code is Title 6. I know I have battery, murder, perfidy, terrorism, and some sort of adulteration of air supply. How would these be classified?"

to

to

"ok now I guess I can write the actual dialogue in my head"

[m-r-levine]

my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

[m-r-levine]

writing is so fun

[m-r-levine]

Unhealed Wounds Your Character Pretends Are Just “Personality Traits”

These are the things your character claims are just “how they are” but really, they’re bleeding all over everyone and calling it a vibe.

╰ They say they're "independent." Translation: They don’t trust anyone to stay. They learned early that needing people = disappointment. So now they call it “being self-sufficient” like it’s some shiny badge of honor. (Mostly to cover up how lonely they are.)

╰ They say they're "laid-back." Translation: They stopped believing their wants mattered. They'll eat anywhere. Do anything. Agree with everyone. Not because they're chill, but because the fight got beaten out of them a long time ago.

╰ They say they're "a perfectionist." Translation: They believe mistakes make them unlovable. Every typo. Every bad hair day. Every misstep feels like proof that they’re worthless. So they polish and polish and polish... until there’s nothing real left.

╰ They say they're "private." Translation: They’re terrified of being judged—or worse, pitied. Walls on walls on walls. They joke about being “mysterious” while desperately hoping no one gets close enough to see the mess behind the curtain.

╰ They say they're "ambitious." Translation: They think achieving enough will finally make the emptiness go away. If they can just get the promotion, the award, the validation—then maybe they’ll finally outrun the feeling that they’re fundamentally broken. (It never works.)

╰ They say they're "good at moving on." Translation: They’re world-class at repression. They’ll cut people out. Bury heartbreak. Pretend it never happened. And then wonder why they wake up at 3 a.m. feeling like they're suffocating.

╰ They say they're "logical." Translation: They’re terrified of their own feelings. Emotions? Messy. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. So they intellectualize everything to avoid feeling anything real. They call it rationality. (It's fear.)

╰ They say they're "loyal to a fault." Translation: They mistake abandonment for loyalty. They stay too long. Forgive too much. Invest in people who treat them like an afterthought, because they think walking away makes them "just as bad."

╰ They say they're "resilient." Translation: They don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. They wear every bruise like a trophy. They survive things they should never have had to survive. And they call it strength. (But really? It's exhaustion wearing a cape.)

[m-r-levine]

Reblog if your art project has not, does not, and never will make use of generative ai at any point in your creative process.

[m-r-levine]

the Writer Mood™ when you've got the shadow of a concept of a scene and a couple lines of dialogue bouncing around in your head like a screensaver and you have to be like buddy, come back when you're something coherent. i can't do anything with this.

[m-r-levine]

Through gritted teeth: I must trust my readers, I must trust my readers, I must trust my readers...