#whatiswriting

[allpaintingnowaiting]

Finished my #Kanban last night. Now I will try my best to get as much done as I can. I’m trying to be kinder to myself, something that is not easy to do when you’ve been mean for so long. Loving yourself (stop it, pervs) takes practice I think. #loveyourself #bekind #workBalance #hugacat #work #selfcare #whatIsWriting (at Truro, Nova Scotia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNdS33lHkdL/?igshid=dlbcw0qze944

[cazmayauthor]

My Sunday arvo-editing book 2 of the Mackenney family saga with Kaden (MC of Hearts Don’t Steer us wrong-always only you Bk 4) DA coming soon-who can guess the title? #cazmayauthor #cazmaybooks #amediting #smh #whatdidiwrite #whatiswriting #whatarewords #comingsoon #relationships #passion #countryromance #romanticsuspense #themackenneyfamilysaga #desktopwallpaper #myview #sundayvibes https://www.instagram.com/p/B9vwe77ALTA/?igshid=f5gv82uj7e56

[sets-yu-gurl]

"God give you punoshment''

[carriejonesbooks]

Don't Let Things (Like Fear, Other People,Your Own Self) Hold You Back

Don’t Let Things (Like Fear, Other People,Your Own Self) Hold You Back

Writing isn’t always easy. It isn’t always this beautiful, muse-induced utopia. Sometimes it’s grueling; it can make your nerves shatter. But the thing is that it’s not always THE WRITING that’s doing that. It’s you that’s doing that.

Writing is hardest when you let other people’s doubts sink into your soul. Writing is hardest when you let other people’s criticism become part of your essence.

It…

[writingswiftiewithaproblem-blog]

Young Writer??????????

writing my research paper over Christianity and found the perfect conclusion.

------> “One  frequently asked question among Christians is the importance of “good works” or morality throughout earthly life. To get the bottom of this question, the believer must kill himself and see whether or not he goes to heaven.”

[bigmouthstrikes--again]

My life is so uneventful. I have nothing to contribute on here.

[oliveargyle]

Hand lettering class, you were one big, charming challenge!! ✒️📜 😅 #whatiswriting #howarehands (at SpaceCraft Studios)

[thatnewwen]

Nothing lasts forever. As one chapter closes, another begins. Time for excitement, hope, opportunity. But all I feel is dread, weariness, pain. Everything will go back to normal soon enough. The anxiety, the uncertainty, it'll pass. But I don't want it to. I need it to last. For now. I want to hang on, desperate to cling on to the impossible.

Nothing is more wonderful than the human mind. It's ability to cope. To move on. To find something new to think about, to preoccupy. Nothing is worse than the human mind. It's ability to forget. To kill memories. To bury the past.

Even if the future is brighter. I'll take the fleeting dim light with you for as long as I can.

[trythecupcakes]

i just wrote my first script for a childrens theatre camp i start teaching tomorrow and it pretty much sucks XD

[thedarkestunicorn]

Today's batch. #whatiswriting (Taken with Instagram)

[novizio-blog]

Today was the day. She was so many things. Excited, nervous--terrified, exhilirated. All at once. Though her heart felt like it would burst forth out of her chest with the way it was pounding, the thumping clouding her hearing--beating against her ear drums.

Today was the day, Ezio would teach her to do a leap of faith. Now, she had been looking forward to this all day. Ran through scenario after scenario on what would happen. Some good, some bad. Though she tried not to dwell on the negatives. What may or may not happen, should she fail at this. She had to think positive. She had to. ----- On a rooftop..things seem to feel so surreal. She had watched Ezio as he spoke, as he stood at the edge of the high ledge and gave her all the teachings he could give to her. She listened intently, seeming to hold her breath as he spoke about what to do. Remain as calm as possible. Don't fall..fly. Her eyes widened in both shock and awe, watching as he demonstrated what to do. Her heart lurched and all of her senses were on edge as she moved to follow suit. ..She stood at the ledge, looked down--saw him, having safely landed in the haystack below. Saw the distance from the ledge to the ground. Biting her lower lip, she tried so hard to remain as calm as she could. She was hestitating. Teetering back and forth between her indecision to do this. She had to try, she had to do this. She was afraid, she wasn't ready. She-- ..Found herself slipping. There was a moment when she stepped back, stumbled, the heel of her right foot giving way and sliding down on the shingles of the roof, causing her to lose balance and fall. ..She wasn't quite sure..what would happen next. All she was sure of was the sound of her heart..pounding and beating loudly in her ears as she was falling.