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[weltato]

Writers of Tumblr, listen up! This has probably been said before but I'mma say it again:

Do you feel like you're procrastinating on your current fic by writing down another one because an idea struck you at 2am? No you're not.

Do you feel like you're procrastinating on your current fic because you've been doing school/uni/job work? No you're not, that stuff is more important than how many socks Deku wears on any given day.

Do you feel like you've been procrastinating on your current fic because you just haven't had the energy and all you want to do is binge YouTube videos and eat ice cream? No, you're not, take care of yourself!

Are you down because you've got three WIPs open and can't think of how to fit some scenes together? Don't bother, just keep writing the fun and interesting scenes.

If writing is a fun hobby for you, don't make your fun hobby into a chore.

If writing is your job, don't turn your job into a chore.

We as humans work better when we're enjoying what we're doing - just think back to when you were in school: what lessons do you remember the most of and which ones did you enjoy?

As Star Trek keeps telling us: time isn't linear, it's relative. So why do we have to write things in linear order? No one ever really told us to do that, school systems just assumed it. They said "write a beginning, middle and end, in that order" because it was the easiest and most streamlined approach.

But this is your fic or your book or your assignment, you don't have to write it that way. Write it in the way that the ideas come.

If the opening is hard, write the big fight at the climax. If the connection is eluding you, write the scenes it's supposed to connect between and see what happens. You'll get there, I believe in you <3

At the end of the day, please enjoy writing! Enjoy reading too! If you have kids or know kids, encourage them to read! Little kids especially have a tendency to copy what older people do, so show them books you love.

Don't feel bad because you haven't updated a fic in months. You've been letting the ideas cook and they just have a really long cooking time. Re-read some stuff and maybe some ideas will come up. Listen to music, watch your shows and films, read other books and fics. Go for a walk, even - you can get inspiration from anything.

WIP owners: I believe in you. You can do this! They might sit there and taunt you, or beg to be finished, but if you can't do it right now then you can't do it right now and you should take a break. Save it, close it, do something else. Come back to it when you're ready.

💜💜💜

[viktor-ravencrest]

Got the concept art for the book covers done. Now I just have to find an artist who can do the Arcane style to make them pretty for me when I get closer to publishing. I'm so excited.

[melbatron5000]

I just finished the plot edits to my latest novel, and it's not Good Omens related at all, but I'm really happy and proud and I wanted to tell someone about it.

I sent it to my alpha reader tonight to make sure the story works and I'm so pleased and excited to hear what she says.

[lockandkeynovel]

Silas Gardiner's Dossier File

Got his little stamp of approval from the Royal Service Academy 🥺

Bio:

Silas Gardiner always wanted to serve the kingdom he grew up in, so when enrolling in the Royal Service Academy, it only made sense that he request his assignment be in the Moonlight Kingdom, serving the Étoile Royal Estate.

Having been a service member for ten years, he's known Selene since she was only a child, and as her personal bodyguard, he's sworn to protect her at all costs.

Author's note: My face-casting for Silas, (Marc who still needs a name), and Jake is...you guessed it, Oscar bb. It's just that this is what I'm imagining while writing. Saw this pic and said...that looks like (Steven) as a bodyguard if I've ever seen it.

[elejah-verse]

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I wish I could tell you how much I want to speak to you, to know you, to breathe in all of you, to tell you how I would paint my sky with the stardust of your soul.

I wish I could tell you how much I want to wash away all your frozen tears and choking words and give you all my light just to see a smile on your heart.

I wish I could tell you how much I want to hold you in my arms and together we could melt in our own world of dreams.

I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me, in this mad world of harrowing voices I love your soulful silences that keep comforting me in so many ways.

And even when you are always the listener while I am the outspoken one, I wish I could tell you all of this and yet I find no word good enough to pour my soul out only to find that you know it already.

_Debatrayee Banerjee

[strawberryfairi]

Writer's Vent (Nothing bad just my thoughts)

So, the more I write and especially put out all the stories just sitting in my inventory, I'm starting to realize just how much I actually love doing this😭

That might sound dumb but just hear me out....

I spend so much time focused on getting my career as a musician and composer together that I never really think about my other hobbies because music is my life, you know?

I love writing because it's something I can do where i don't have to be pressed thinking about "Is this gonna be a hit?" and deadlines, and just everything that artists constantly get shoved down our throats when it comes to releasing music.

Writing is my thing, all for me. But lately I've started to really think about "What if I tried to pursue this also?"

I get nervous because like I said before writing is like my peaceful place, and it's already been an uphill grind to rebuild my relationship with music again. I was really heartbroken through college when my passion for making music had gradually slipped away. Like, I wouldn't even touch my keyboard or piano in general for a LOONGGG time.

But even though I feel that way, I can't help but wonder what would happen if I took this thing further, really practiced better writing, and potentially even released a book.

My major was film scoring and songwriting, so I truly love movies, and it would be so cool to one day have one of my books turn into a movie that I scored the music for!!!

But yeah I just wanted to get that thought out. I'm going to start putting out my other stories (non-fanfiction stories), and just see what happens from there.

I hope you guys will end up liking/loving my non-fanfiction stories as much as the fanfics!!!🩵

[melodygatesauthor]

Lock & Key - Moodboard

This moodboard tells a story...

But what does it say?

[theauthorpaula]

(via Writing About Mental Health in Fiction: My Approach)

[bookishpro]

[verses-of-the-broken]

This is a series I've worked on. I plan on updating it soon, but it's on Kindle Vella if you want to read it.

I'd really appreciate it if anyone interacted with it.

[viktor-ravencrest]

Sanctum - Chapter One - Ember Eyes

Fuck it. Have the first draft of my novel.

Masterlist

Summary: Sanctum is a story about a young scientist named Jayce who is stuck in a house with an abusive, hyper-religious father, and a demon named Ambrose, who lives on Earth, constantly in fear of being found out, forced to hide his true nature. They meet in Jayce's room on a freezing winter night, when Ambrose sneaks in to warm up, and become friends over talks of humans and demons, their similarities and differences, their lives, history, and cultures. And then Jayce gets sick and is given a grim prognosis, spurring them to seek out an ancient demon relic in order to save his life. Only problem? They'll have to open a demon gate and search the Hells in order to find it, and Jayce may not be well enough or have enough time. Oh, and the impending demon invasion that seeks to take advantage of the newly opened gate. That, too.

A chill wind blew in through the open window into the dark of Jayce’s bedroom. The curtains fluttered, sending warm light from the streetlight below dancing along his ceiling. His room got hot, even in winter, due to the pipes that ran beneath his floorboards, so the crisp, clean air was a more than welcome guest. He was sleeping deeply, though not so soundly. Plagued by nightmares, his nights were rarely peaceful, and tonight was no different. Another breeze against his curtains knocked one of the knick-knacks he kept on the windowsill crashing to the floor. He shot up in bed, eyes wide, chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead, sheets sticking to his damp skin. He swallowed hard, but his mouth was dry, his throat like sandpaper. He kicked his covers off and took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh, cool air, letting it ghost over his body. He shivered and looked around the room, trying to steady himself against the oppressive atmosphere.. That’s when he saw them.

Eyes in the darkness, burning orange like smoldering coals, watching him from the shadows near his closet. His heart stopped, and he stared. He was just seeing things, surely. The silhouette wasn’t a person, those weren’t eyes… I’m still in a nightmare, he thought. As quick as he could without looking away, he reached for the lamp on his bedside table and flicked it on. The light flickered only briefly before the bulb exploded with a loud POP.

“What..?

“Don’t be afraid,” a voice spoke quickly.

Jayce’s breath caught in his chest.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” the voice came again.

It took him a moment to find his own voice, and when he did, he tried to call for his father, who was asleep in the room down the hall.

“I mean you no harm,” the stranger spoke again.

“Dad!” he called.

It was still gravelly from sleep, but he managed to put enough force behind his voice to yell properly. The intruder’s towering silhouette was strange. It was indistinct, soft around the edges, as if he was looking at it through fog.

“How did you get in here?” Jayce asked.

His bedroom was on the second floor, overlooking their driveway and the street below. There was no way to climb up, as far as he knew. The stranger’s eyes flicked to the window, and then back. They didn’t blink. They hadn’t blinked at all this whole time.

“The window was open,” they said.

“What do you want?” Jayce demanded, though his voice came out much shakier than he had intended.

“It’s cold outside,” they answered. “I only need a moment to warm up, and then I’ll be on my way.”

“No. You don’t have a moment. Get out of my room. Get out of my house.”

That burning gaze lowered, studying the floorboards. The silhouette shuffled uncomfortably.

“I see,” they spoke quietly. “I apologize for intruding, and for frightening you. I-”

“Jayce?” his mother’s soft voice called from the hallway.

Out of instinct, he looked toward the door. When he looked back, the eyes, and the silhouette they belonged to, had vanished.

“Mom?” he called to her.

She stepped into his room, closing the door silently behind her.

“I thought I heard you up,” she said as she moved to sit on the edge of his bed. “What’s wrong, honey?”

She brushed a lock of hair, damp with sweat, out of his eyes, her brow creased with concern.

“There was someone in my room. Over there, by the closet.”

He pointed, and she shuffled over in her fuzzy white slippers and matching robe. She opened the closet and flicked the light on. Empty.

“No, not inside. Next to. They were just standing next to it.”

Still, she peeked inside, checking all the corners, then returned to the bed and bent down to make sure there was nothing more than dust bunnies hiding beneath.

“I think it was just a nightmare,” she said as she sat once more on the edge of the mattress.

He shook his head.

“No,” he insisted. “It wasn’t a dream. I saw him. I heard him. He talked to me.”

“Really?” she asked with a soft smile. “And what did he say?”

“He told me not to be afraid.”

Her brow raised. “Really? You know, in the Bible, angels greet humans by saying ‘do not be afraid’.”

“Are you suggesting he was an angel?” Jayce asked, just shy of rolling his eyes.

She shrugged.

“Maybe. Maybe he’s watching over you.”

“Maybe it was a demon,” he offered sarcastically.

She reached up and rested her palm against his cheek. He leaned into her, lashes fluttering.

“It’s just you and me in here, honey,” she reassured him softly. “It was just a nightmare.”

He nodded and took in a deep, shaky breath.

“Just a nightmare”, he repeated, so quietly she almost didn’t hear it.

She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before finally pulling away and rising to her feet.

“You gonna be okay?” she asked.

Jayce hesitated, but eventually nodded.

“You can sleep with your lamp on, if you want.”

“I can’t. The bulb blew.”

“Oh…”

His mother looked sad for a moment, and then offered a soft, kind smile.

“You’re an adult now, Jayce. Anything that comes your way, you can kick in the rear. I know that. You don’t need a light. But if you need me, just yell, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Try to get some sleep,” she whispered as she opened his door and stepped out. “We have that dinner after church tomorrow, don’t forget.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

She blew him a kiss, and closed the door once more, leaving him alone with the shadows. He lay back, but couldn’t force himself to relax. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those dark embers, as if they were seared into the back of his eyelids. One word repeated in his head over and over and over.

Demon.

He didn’t sleep at all the rest of the night, just sat in the darkness, staring into the shadows by his closet, watching for any sign of movement. He would have messaged his friends to try and find some comfort in his unease, but he was afraid to look away from that spot by his closet.

He was exhausted when morning finally came and his parents stirred from their own peaceful slumber. He emerged from his room, showered and fully dressed as his father made his way to the kitchen.

“Morning, Dad,” he greeted cautiously.

There was no way to know what mood his father would be in on any given day, at any given moment. Robert looked him up and down.

“What are you already doing up,” he asked.

“Just… eager to start the day,” Jayce lied, and offered a fake smile.

His father raised an eyebrow, then went back to scrolling through the news on his phone. He was on edge throughout the entire church service, scanning the corners of the room and those gathered, keeping an eye on anyone he could see from his spot in the pews, searching for orange eyes in the crowd. He was tense, and it must have been obvious, because one of the others from his Friday night fellowship group approached him after service. He clapped Jayce on the shoulder, startling him, and the poor guy nearly jumped out of his skin and had a heart attack, not necessarily in that order.

“Hey!” Connor greeted him with a bright smile.

Ugh.

“Oh, hey Connor. What’s up?”

“Just checkin’ in on ya. You were quiet during Sunday school. I mean… more quiet than usual. It seemed like your head was somewhere else.”

“Just tired,” Jayce answered with a fake, but convincing smile of his own.

“Bad night?”

He hummed and nodded. He had no intention of sharing the details with anyone, but he especially had no intention of sharing them with Connor O’Malley, the church’s biggest gossip.

“Well, hey, are you and your fam staying for fellowship dinner?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jayce sighed.

“And will you be coming to fellowship on Friday?”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

In truth, there was nothing he wanted to do less than sit in a stuffy room surrounded by people who worship a self-righteous asshole and pretend that they have morals. Actually, that wasn’t true. Fellowship meant pizza for dinner. Church, however, was insufferable. He glanced around at the people chatting in the large foyer, waiting for the meal to be served. They looked like dolls. Plastic smiles on plastic faces, wearing their Sunday best, laughing and joking as if they gave a single shit about one another outside of this building. Fake, all of them. Just dolls playing house. Dolls that don’t hesitate to look the other way when one of their so-called “church friends” actually needs their help. They’ve seen his mother’s bruises. They’ve seen his father’s rage. They’ve seen the way Jayce flinches when Robert moves too fast. And they act as if nothing is wrong, because to them, it isn’t. To them, Robert is just the man of the house, keeping his family in line.

A man of God. A righteous man. Jayce scoffed silently to himself.

The church service and the dinner following after both drug on for what felt like an eternity. When Jayce and his family finally returned home around one in the afternoon, he was exhausted, chilled to the bone, and wanted nothing more than to lie down and have a nap. His father, however, had other plans. Sunday was a day of rest, but only for Robert. Isabelle, his mother, was expected to cook and clean and keep out of his way, and Jayce’s job was to shovel the drive, and fix anything that had broken during the week, and do his laundry, and finish his school work, and help his mother with groceries, and make sure he was ready for work the next day, and, and, and-

It was endless. A never-ending tide of responsibilities. He allowed himself only a moment of rest on his bed before he heaved himself to his feet, changed into something more comfortable, threw his heavy coat on, and got to work outside.

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. DO NOT REPOST.

[isheamonster]

Tiana

"Tiana ain't lookin' for trouble --trouble finds her! But so long as she's in her favorite pink cashmere sweater and drinking a cup of Lady Grey, surely, she'll be alright."

Tiana is the main protagonist of IHAM/"Is He a Monster?"!

It's been a while since I first drew her, but if I remember right, she was the very first character to be drawn --but Casper was the first character to actually exist in the story as said storyline for IHAM naturally developed in my head. I don't know why, but when I first started drawing her, I just couldn't stop drawing her in various hues of pink, and I couldn't keep from drawing her in sweaters with a warm drink! As a result, it was only natural, I suppose, that I'd end up writing the setting to take place sometime in early to mid-fall. It's the time of the year when the warm air finally starts to cool, and now you're wearing light jackets and loosely crocheted sweaters with jeans and boots... plus, the fall includes Halloween, and both Tiana and Casper love that holiday the most, I bet!

[lockandkeynovel]

Welcome to the Lock & Key Novel Blog masterlist!

Hi Everyone! My name is Melody Gates, but you can call me Mel or Melly!

This blog was created for the purpose of sharing insights and details about my original fiction novel - Lock & Key.

As the novel is in development, I'll be sharing non-spoiler details as I write it!

Below is the masterlist for all of those things so I can keep it all organized! Looking forward to working through this process with you all!

Love, Melly <3

About the Author

About the Novel

Novel Summary Character Biographies/Details Mood Boards Locations and Maps World Building and Extras Excerpts Author's Music Playlist

Reader Participation

Fan Art Polls

Melody's Fanfiction Blog - Melody's Art Blog

[mcromwell]

I started a writing hobby blog to host all of my Writing Feelings and NaNoWriMo shenanigans and such. (Dev Patel is the icon because he plays the main character in my mind and I enjoy his face)

@the-altered-sequence

[weltato]

I may have finished it late, but I finished.

The project of the ages.

It has been completed - 12 fics over the Christmas period.