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IS IT THO-

Honestly fair, Ren do be Like That

Shoutout to that one time one character in my upper middle grade/not quite YA WIP thought man, he’s kinda sexy— about her crush, and I kept it in that draft for laughs, proceeded to forget about it, and entered that draft in a Christian novel contest

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Shoutout to that one time one character in my upper middle grade/not quite YA WIP thought man, he’s kinda sexy— about her crush, and I kept it in that draft for laughs, proceeded to forget about it, and entered that draft in a Christian novel contest

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I hope you all know that this is my reaction when someone draws my OC for me, and in this order too

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I love it when I'm reading through my WIP, see a random line, and just crack up because nuh-uh, I did not just write that—

Like: ' "Leh-leh wants to fry him and devour him,” Ely mumbled darkly." '

Leh-leh is a mini dragon who's the size of a small domesticated rabbit Ely is about eight years old

Why is my writing like this?

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Hey, young writers. You should totally go join this fun, free challenge, I promise you'll write a ton & make new friends!

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Encouragement for writers <3

Have fun. Never, ever stop having fun with your writing. It will keep you going. There will be days when you're frustrated with everything about your novel. There will be days when you wonder why you put yourself through all this in the first place. There will be days when you wonder if it's all worth it. But I promise it's worth it. To tell your story, and enjoy your story. And I'm slipping that in here too--tell your story. The pure unflitered truth. Make it hurt. Make it personal. Make it yours. If you take the time to fall in love with your world, to bring your characters to life, and not worry about the time and the process--just focus on the story, the truth, and the joy of it all--I promise it'll be worth it.

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Hey lookit that— my favorite piece of Ren art! It captures her personality so well akjhajkhaj

A commission piece for an Anon of her OC!

Posted - as always - with full permission!

Want to commission me? Here's my commission info!

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Me: Okay, I'm gonna write tonight! I'll make a bunch of progress on my WIP, this is gonna be great!

*two hours later*

Me: *is curled up in bed, reading a fic on ao3*

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me as a writer

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screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

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WHOA!!!!! i love my friends' ocs

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Me explaining how this one benadryl-induced fever dream I had actually works perfectly as a new subplot in my novel

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Pssst, hey, guys My best fren, @astor-and-the-endless-ink, just started a blog, you should totally go sub to her! :D

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Yeah, so as an author who happens to be ace… all of my characters are written as aroace, because that's what's natural for me. Except for two, idk what happened with them—

All characters from any media are asexual unless they say outright, "I'm sexually attracted to this/all gender(s)".

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Noice! Ahhhh I feel that, I'd have so many more tøp streams if Spotify could magically track CD plays XD

12! For the spotify wrapped thing XD

And that one is…Teenagers, MCR! Probably would’ve been higher if Spotify had access to the number of times I’ve played the CD in my car, haha!

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lil heather day drabble!

ik this is a day late and it's technically fanfic shipping my charrie, Sable, with @cardans-mortals Rhory, but shush, at least I wrote something

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“Remind me why I took this stupid class again—“ Sable sighed, sitting back and staring at the messy spread of papers across her desk. Her professor had assigned two essays and a stupid amount of reading outside of class, all due by Sunday morning. She grabbed her thick physics textbook and flipped to the pages with orange tabs—the color she reserved for homework assignments that were due soon. Sable tried to read it, but the symbols and words all blurred together. “Chaos,” she mumbled, almost throwing the book down on her desk and getting up to stretch.  How long had she been here studying, anyway? She wondered, wandering from their room to the main room. “Seven? No way,” Sable shook her head, refusing to believe she’d been in there for three hours. That would explain why she was hungry, though.  She grabbed a protein bar and sat down at the island, grabbing her phone to see if Rhory had texted. It was silent in the apartment, so he was definitely still out. He’d been out for a while, probably hanging with James or another one of his… Sable hesitated to use the word ‘disreputable’, so as not to hurt Rhory’s feelings, but that was being generous.  Nope. She sighed around her mouthful of dry protein bar. Before Rhory, she could’ve gone literal weeks without any human interaction and been fine. Now… Sable hated how cliche it sounded, but she felt like some part of her was missing when he wasn’t here.  The sound of keys made her smile. “Speak of the devil...”  “Did you miss me, Princess?” Rhory sang out, his dark curls sticking out from a hat that clung precariously to his head. He grinned at her, holding his arms out like he was in a musical or something, and Sable couldn’t help but smile back. Yeah. This was the idiot she’d fallen for.  “Maybe,” she said, sliding off her stool, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around him, just glad he was here. “Knew it.” Rhory announced, sounding like he was smirking. “You might hide under that heartless, cold exterior, but you can’t survive without me. Admit it, Princess.” Sable rolled her eyes, her smile growing. “Yeah. Maybe. Kinda,” He laughed, giving her a quick squeeze, then dumping all the plastic shopping bags he’d been holding on the floor and pulling his jacket off. “Kinda cold out?” She asked, grabbing her bar and munching it.  Rhory made a face. “It’s the North Pole out there. But….” He paused, his expression shifting, and reached for one of the bags on the floor. “I got something that might help you with that.” Sable frowned, confused. She already had a coat, why— Rhory pulled a deep red sweater out of the bag and held it out to her, smiling in an adorably shy, un-Rhory way. “It’s Heather Day, Princess.” Sable’s eyes widened. “You—“ he’d gotten her a sweater? Really? “I’m just that awesome, yeah,” he said, grinning down at her.  “You are,” she agreed, staring at the sweater. It looked so soft, and the color— “I still remember the third of December…” Rhory whispered, slowly, carefully holding his arms out and offering a hug.  Sable wasn’t about to turn down a hug, especially not right now. “Me in your sweater, you said it—“  Rhory gasped. “You know Heather???” “Maybe,” she said, pretty sure her face was redder than the sweater.  “You’re such an angel,” Rhory breathed, kissing the top of her head. “Skipping lyrics? How dare—“ She gasped, mocking offense in a bad attempt to hide how much she was blushing. “I dare to do anything,” he tried to sound solemn, but Sable could tell Rhory was desperately fighting a grin.  “Oh really?” Sable teased.  “Then I dare you to help me make some hot chocolate, because you look like you’re freezing, Trouble.” He sighed dramatically. “Fiiiine, I suppose I could do that.” “You’re so kind,” she smiled, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the kitchen. “I know,” Rhory agreed, his dark eyes dancing.  Sable rolled her eyes. Yeah, he drove her crazy sometimes, but this was her boy. She had the sweater to prove it.