#i'm gonna try to share more of my writing progress with yall

[lastbluetardis]

Schneak Peek

I've been listening to one Taylor Swift song on repeat all morning, and evidently that's decent muse fodder, so here is another little excerpt from the upcoming new and improved fic What Makes a Family.

(No the song doesn't have anything to do with what I was writing but nevertheless it was something to bop to)

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The funeral passed as painfully as any other. Rose could feel the prickle of sympathetic stares directed at her and her kids, and she willed time to move faster. Listening to the eulogies was the worst, as Jimmy’s friends and family stood at the front of the church and spoke about how wonderful Jimmy was, how deeply he’d be missed, and the hole he’d left in the lives of everyone who knew him.

But finally, it was over. The only good thing about being a supposedly grieving partner was that she could gather up her kids and escape rather rudely without people actually thinking she was rude.

“Let’s go home,” she murmured to her kids, holding David and Matthew’s hands while she guided them away from the throng of people wanting to give her their last-minute sympathies and sorries.

She threw one final, lingering glance to the closed casket that concealed the broken body of her late boyfriend, her gaze flicking to the photograph of the blond man and the crooked smile that’d had her falling head over heels at sixteen.

Goodbye. I hope you’ve found peace, wherever you are.

Rose didn’t know what exactly she believed regarding an afterlife, but she hoped there was something. A realm of tranquility where the best of everyone shone through and there was no hurt or anger or resentment. Yeah, that sounded quite nice.

As she moved to turn fully away from the casket, her eyes landed on a middle aged woman who was sobbing uncontrollably into the chest of a middle aged man. Jimmy’s parents, whom she hadn’t seen or spoken to since that night in the hospital after Jimmy’s accident, when his mother had screamed and raged at her, hurling insults at her that had hit their mark and still stung, even days later.

She quickly looked away, not wanting to draw their attention, and continued ushering her boys out of the church.

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This first chapter is the bottleneck of being able to start reposting the story, but I'm finally making some decent headway with it. Everything else should be fairly quick and easy to revise, since the bones of the chapters are already there. They just need new meat and sinew.

[afreakingdork]

Listen Author, you and me we bouta get into a fight.

My brain is not okqy, like i said so many possibilities so many chances. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO EVEN PIN POINT THINGS ANYMORE...

I feel like a detective having all the clues on the right places (or so i thought) with strings attached to board and the pins of the clues making connections and progress with all my discovery and research for the case and then getting hit with that one Clue/Truth that just didnt add up with any of the possible conclusions that I already have. And even if it add up, it just- missing SOMETHING. So many questions, and so many different possibilities for the answers, different outcomes that might happen from said answers and Im just- AAAA I dont know anymore.. my mind is overloading with questions and dead ends and possibilities. Like Don's POV, I am going through all the data and clues that i already have again and again and its just- Something

Dont get me wrong, I love analysing things. I love trying to find answers and possibilities. But like- there is always that time- which is this time where Im just ↖️↗️↩️↙️↘️↪️⬅️⬆️⬇️⤴️⤵️

I cant wait for more tho!! This is making me on edge and I love how this is going!! The adrenaline rush and mixed emotions I had just by reading this

(also that being said, I wanna also share a thought that i always had because everytime in the past where leo is interacting with Reader always keep me on edge because of nervousness and also the other- the feeling of 'I swear.. why do i feel like suddenly yall gonna kiss and Is secretly a leo x reader—' idk if thats just me but like... Yeah- so like all my brain have been thinking when I think of that is just This song with Leo and reader in a Big event setting like how it is, and yeah... Basically the song just made me think of the possibility— ofc, this leo x reader thought could just be taken as a totally separate thought from the Crush Too Much fic lol- anyways... Yeah thats all I have to say! I hope you are doing well tho! Just know I cant. Wait. For the NEXT CHAPTER. I love the fic so much!! Always got me excited when i see a new update!! Sorry if I ramble to much tho— i just have so many to share lol)

Have a great day/night (whenever you read this)! Lord bless ya, Author 💛

This. THIS RIGHT HERE. This comment totally made my freaking morning. I'd been worrying if I'd laid enough breadcrumb pieces for those looking for foreshadowing! You have validated me in a way I'm not sure you knew I needed!

Writing Donnie's POV was something I worked hard on because I needed to get across how he processes data in a way my less than analytical brain doesn't.

As for Leo, his character just oozes charisma and he can be hard to get a read on because he's always playing wild and loose, but also with all the cards on the table. Trying to capture that manic energy is something I hope I'm doing justice.

To quell concerns, I can say for a fact that this is NOT a leo x reader fic by any means.

Oh, thanks for the music share. I'll give it a listen and get into that headspace. You also have a wonderful day/night!

[starlightkun]

lmao i saw this on my dash and was wondering if you felt this way

https://www.tumblr.com/16woodsequ/727490027584667648?source=share

cause you rarely write drabbles, everything you write is like full fic length and takes longer and i see you posting little progress updates and little notes about each fic without spoiling. as someone who likes to talk (may or may not be the adhd idk) i cant imagine being in your position like WEREWOLF SUNGCHAN! EXISTS! IN MY MIND! AND ON THIS DOCUMENT THAT YOU CANT SEE! BUT HE'S REAL!! HE'S REAL TO ME!! like how do you do it? having no one to scream to about your fics when you're writing? and having to wait until its completed and uploaded to have people to talk about it with? like especially with all the crack fics you're writing atm, i would be BURNING with the need to show people how funny your writing is

p.s. medication update: im going to switch from methylphenidate to dexamphetamine tmr because apparently im intolerant to ritalin and i think you're on dexamphetamine rn? im hoping that i see some benefits from it. btw your success is keeping some of my spirit and motivation up despite how abysmal ritalin was for me so thank you for posting about how Adderall was for you i really appreciate having someone experiencing meds alongside me 🫶🏻

-✨anon

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LMAO sometimes that's me and sometimes i'm writing and i'm like "im never letting another living human see this abomination im writing rn this is the worst thing i've ever written and the only penance for what i've done is to throw myself off a cliffside" like there is no in between im either SO EXCITED FOR IT AND ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT AND AM SO AKSEGKJHKJGKTR or i think it's awful and consider deleting it almost immediately after like this scene for changer2 im writing rn like literally as i got this ask (im not gonna delete it but she is gonna b HEAVILY EDITED)

it's fr so hard having werewolf sungchan AND hockey player sungchan BOTH IN MY MIND RN LIKE 🤪 screams everyday i put on my uniform to go fight in the idgaf war on the side of gaf 🫡🫡🤪🤪🫡🤪🫡🤪🤪🤣🤣🫡🤪🤪🫡 lest we also not forget that single dad kun is in here too and some other fellas that yall dont know abt like its soooooo bad in here for me

sometimes i contemplate posting random one-liners or snippets when i write things that make me teehee extra hard or r like rlly 🔥🔥🚨🚨🚨 but i always get worried about spoilers versus teasers soooo i keep it locked away all to myself and maybe go a lil crazy idk who's to say so i do more vague type stuff like talking about how there's a 2.6k makeout scene without posting any actual lines from it, or saying that one of my favorite character bits that i think is genuinely super funny is in dr. magic but not saying what it is, etc., etc., OR also doing ask games like word in a wip where y'all can try to get some lil snippets from me (which i feel i am always very generous with lol)

p.s. to ur p.s.: very happy to hear that you're getting switched off the meds that weren't working for you! i'm on "amphetamine salts" (generic adderall) which is a combo of dextroamphetamine and levoamphetamine, but pretty much yeah it's the big one in the amphetamine class of adhd meds. it has a sightly different effect than dextroamphetamine alone since it has levoamphetamine as well, which lasts longer and can produce better results in some people (pls go w ur dr on this im not giving medical advice omg just what i learned in my psych classes and the information i've been given). i actually just saw my dr today to check in on how i was doing on the adderall (reg check-up appt). i was rlly worried bc the initial good results i saw in the first days were practically gone after like the first week and i was practically back to normal (i.e., bad. my kitchen is a fucking mess again) and when i told him that he was like "lol that's fine! that was just the trial dose! so we can up you to a normal dose now since you saw good results at first" so hopefully i'll be functioning again 👍 so i love this for us 🫶 rooting for us 🫶🫶

[westanallthegays]

Writing 101 with your favorite queer (EDITED)

Writing is h a r d .

If you think writing is easy, then I'm going to ask you if you've ever WRITTEN A STORY BEFORE because clearly, you're oblivious af.

Writing isn't just w r i t i n g a s t o r y, it's late nights trying to figure out how the fuck to write this moment, it's sleep deprivation to puzzle this character over, it's scribbling ideas down, it's questioning whether your writing is GOOD or not and whether anyone would actually want to read it, it's staring at your google doc or word doc and thinking, "Is this worth it? Maybe I should just quit ahead of time."

It's so many things, but it's not fucking EASY.

Which is why I'm writing this post for y'all. Let's be clear, I don't know everything about writing. I'm in progress, still trying to figure shit out, but I thought I might share what I've learned with you through a very, very painful process.

So ✨here we go✨

One of the things about writing is that everyone has different methods. Here's mine. Use it or not. It's up to you.

I know a lot of people who don't plan their writing out are gonna be screaming at me, but I've found out that having at least a basic plan, if not the simplest plan EVER formed by just a few bullet points really helps.

I'll give you an example (which is miraculous themed because I'm pretty sure everyone at least KNOWS what miraculous is)

Marinette goes to school

Alya gushes to her about this "cool new girl" that has arrived

Marinette reaches school and discovers the new girl is Lila Rossi

shenanigans ensue. Adrien is the only one who isn't clueless. Lie la is a bitch, as usual (what is new?)

Okay, this example was pretty crappy, but you get the idea. It doesn't even have to be an exact copy of what's gonna happen in your story, just the general idea and a few more plot points. Doing this when I'm bored, whether in my sketchbook or on a google doc, really helps. For one, I can just write down a bunch of shitty ideas and later go through them and decide which ones are the least crappy to put in my fanfic.

I'm a planning person, but I don't go super crazy when planning out a chapter. I've heard of some people creating the most intricate plans EVER for their story, and well, sorry, but that just DOESN'T work for me. This method is a lot more simpler, and it's not totally crazy.

(hopefully)

Also, if you're writing a story based on a tv show or book series(*cough percy jackson *cough) Then I find it INCREDIBLY helpful to write down a list of all of the minor characters i want to include in my story, because let's be real, I'm pretty sure I'd forget after like a day.

And I've read too many stories with only the main characters and there being like one mention of a minor character. (*cough GROVER *cough)

So spare your innocent readers (not really) and use this method.

Welp, that's it! I'm sorry this ran on for so long guys, I had a lot to say and wanted to elaborate on it enough so that it made sense. If you actually read through this shit pile of a post, then TYSM IT REALLY MEANS A LOT.

Stay safe, don't fall into a deep, dark hole of depression that you can't get out of, and I'll see ya later~

EDIT:

Hi guys! It's been a few months since I stepped into the world of tumblr and wrote this post. After that i kinda forgot about tumblr with the existential crisis that is school and basic stress, so ....sorry bout that.

Thank you to the two people who liked this post, it means a lot <3

As usual, your girl is here to give some more tips that i learned over those few months i was incognito.

2. Brain dump, second draft, third draft, fourth draft...

I dont know if yall have heard of the brain dump in writing. I recently found about it when despertely researching ways to improve my crappy writing. Basically, a brain dump is when you take all of your ideas and write them down on paper or a google doc or whatever you use. I thought it was a pretty good idea, but i kind of already told you guys this with my previous tip above.

SO I REMODELED IT YOU'RE WELCOME

MY version is that you do a brain dump but in the form of a really messy, chaotic first draft. Write whatever you want using the ideas you have, and you dont even have to put proper dialouge. I find that i obsesse way too much over dialogue, so with my brain dump, i just leave blank spaces where the dialogue should be and put that in the second draft, which is a much more organized version of the brain dump.

THAT WAY, you can have all of your ideas down and begin to edit them into a slightly better piece of artistic creativity. I haven't tried this out myself, so im not sure how reliable it is. if you want to try this out, drop a comment telling me how it went.

Im pretty sure that's it. There isn't much esle to say, and im sure yall are familar with the "first draft, second draft" concept thingie so i dont have to explain that bit.

Again, sorry about my long absence. I would promise to do this more often, but im pretty sure i wont be able to keep that promise, so . . .

anyways, have a great day and ill see you soon (hopefully!)

:)

[hyperfox09]

IM BORED AND I WANNA WRITE SOMETHING SMALL AND EASY

SO!! HERE'S THE GAME FREINDS:

Send me a few words in my askbox!! As few or as many as you want! Something like this:

1) tree

2) possum

3) cold

4) eight

And I'll write you a quick, five minute story using the words!

You can also send any sort of limits you want! Want me to write a certain genre? Want the words to be used in that order? Want it to have a certain word count? Sure!! Whatever you can think of, say it. (I can't promise I'll stick to it because this is for fun, but I'll try my very best as long as I'm not like, dying trying to meet the restrictions.)

This is not really asking you to give me a plot. If you do have a plot in mind, make sure it's very simple.

Anyway to give yall an idea of what I'm gonna write, here's one of my most recent five minute stories about spiders, a mother, and a shawl. (You can totally have more unrelated words lol)

Patterns

I am a storyteller, but my mother was a weaver, until she went into the wood one day, and never came back. I was never any good at weaving, but I wanted to be. So I weave words instead of wools, the lines and meanings blending like the colors in her shawls. I miss her, and I sculpt my stories in her memory, built with the colors in her fabrics.

I went into the wood one day. I walked for ages and ages, before I saw a spider's web, woven like my mother's cloths. As I walked on, deeper and deeper, the webs got bigger, the threads spinning themselves together to make silky strings; intricate patterns showing only as you passed the light.

I started to see spiders; they wove their patterns as I passed, working in pairs with eight threads on each line, little legs flying just like my mother's hands. I felt no fear, no, they welcomed me, I knew.

As I walked they grew bigger, as big as my head. No longer were the little ones weaving, no, the bigger ones did so now, looking to the little ones to pass them the silken strings, wrapped and twisted with tiny feet, and they passed these to the bigger with loving fascination. I passed them as they worked, and they'd turn their heads for a moment, and smile, before turning back to their weaves. I could not explain to you, as proud of my voice as I am, how they smiled, but I knew they did, in the pit of my belly, and it warmed me.

I walked further into the wood; the spiders grew bigger; the spiders were as big as my torso. They started to put down their weaves, and walk with me as I passed, side by side for a hundred meters or so, before returning to their looms. I watched them come and go, and walked further, wondering. Was this what witchcraft was? It was my mother, I knew. Witchcraft was treacherous and tempted you with whatever you desire, but temptation requires you to give in return. Nothing here wanted from me, and I knew this was my mother. I felt her in the trees, in the looms, in the spiders. This was her. Was my mother a witch? ...would I care if she was? The clergy says witches are unloving, but the clergy is full of liers anyway. My mother loved me, I could feel it in that wood. My mother had always loved me, and loved me then, and loves me now, even as I weave with words over wools. She loves me more then any of the other women love their children, I know. So I should not care, I think, if she were a witch.

I came to a point where I could walk no further, the wood opening to a rift in the earth. I see the spiders keep walking; they leap into the ground, looking back only for a moment, beckoning for my progress. I walked to the edge, and saw below a sprawling pattern of silk, spun and spun and spun together, woven again and again, all for strength that catches those spiders, as big as my own body by then, in its web. They look to me.

I jump.

The silk I land in is smooth, and springy. It catches me easily, and holds me for just a moment, breaking the fatal descent. I look up to the spiders, but they are not there. No, I don't see spiders. I see my mother, singing as she weaves not with spider silk, but with wools. She has made a shawl, with colors like the evening sun. She wraps it around my shoulders.

I wake up in my home, a memory in my heart and warmth in my belly, and a shawl, made of wools, with colors like the evening sun, wrapped around my shoulders.

So yeah! I hate asking things like this but reblog you cowards I want WORDS.

(If ya wanna look for the results, I'll tag it as "words to stories" because I try to make jokes but fail spectacularly)

(And for those that also wanna play writer, feel free to put your intention to do so in the notes or reblogs. I'll share some of my words with you!)