#writing SHIT

[vvixes]

It must be so frustrating to name your kids when you're a writer. All the cool names are already taken by your fictional characters, and I can't name my kid after my fictional punching bag. They don't need to start out with all that trauma.

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

How not to ask a writer for updates

Do not use phrases like ‘will you ever update XXX’, not even if you use heart emojis with it. The tone implies that it’s been a long time since the last update, and there’s no such thing as ‘a long time’ when it comes to fic updates because we write for free in our spare time. Writers don’t owe anyone updates.

Do not ask for an update when a writer just announced that they have burnout.

Do not go into writer’s DMs asking for an update when you haven’t even reblogged or at the very least left a comment on the fic.

I can guarantee you, any of the above will lead to even ‘slower’ updates.

Instead, consider liberally using phrases like ‘I love your fic’, ‘not rushing you at all’, ‘no pressure to answer’, ‘thank you for your stories’.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[homosexual-wizardry-13]

Do people besides me ever have those times when you’re writing and it’s like 12:30 AM and you hit a wall in your story so then you just go on Google and start looking up murder cases and then three hours later you know how much skin sells for by the square inch (it’s between 10 and 20 dollars per square inch if you really needed to know that) and you know all the details of Elisa Lam’s murder/“suicide”/“accidental drowning” but have written two sentences to add to your story?

[unkindhands]

The thing about Keicho is that I genuinely believe that his head is lodged so far up his own ass that he doesn't think about other people enough to hold grudges. Like 99% of the time he's either thinking about his dad, Okuyasu, or the current stand user candidate that he's stalking. There is almost zero spare bandwidth in his head available for other people. Josuke Higashikata is the single exception to that.

I've seen AU fic where Keicho has been some kind of traumatized after surviving Akira's attack, and to be fully honest I don't think he'd really be affected like that? The guy has a list of traumatic experiences the length of his arm already, and I think 'getting ambushed and losing a stand battle' is kind of mundane and not that remarkable by his standards. And similarly, I don't even think he'd really be that angry at Akira afterwards. Like, he knew a lot about Akira's stand and how it worked and the guy still managed to 1. track Keicho back to the house he was hiding in, 2. get the drop on him and 3. get a good hit in. If anything Keicho would be somewhat impressed at the moxie.

Meanwhile Josuke, even with every aspect of the fight stacked against him and in Keicho's favor, still managed to outsmart Bad Company and trick him into shooting himself in the face. Dunked on him on his own home turf.

And then became Okuyasu's best friend so he HAS to put up with him.

Yeah, Keicho fucking hates that guy

[lostfirefly]

Buggy sleeps with his hair down all night.

You spend the whole night wrapping his hair around your finger.

(sorry, i can't stop thinking about his hair this morning)

[ur-fave-homo]

"You haven't even told me yet." A whispered hoarsly,slumped against the wall,on the floor. They were bleeding from the beating they had just received.

"What?" B muttered,cocking their gun. They were sick and tired of this absolute bullshit.

"You're in love with C." A looked up slowly,their eyes on B as they stood in front of them in the dimly lit room. "Or have I been mistaken?"

"...No." B denied after a moment of uncomfortable silence. "Don't ever say that again."

Liar, A thought.

"You've ruined everything in an effort to get closer to them;to impress them. Including my life. Yet you deny it." A retorted almost instantly. "Pathetic coward. How about you just end my life? You've ruined everything already." For once, A looked like they really meant it.

B hesitated,A's words echoing in their head as they point their gun at them.

Pathetic coward.

"Then die." B pulled the trigger,the blood splattering on the floor right after not making B feel any better.

I've spilled so much blood,just for the one I love to not even acknowledge that I did it for them.

[300iqprower]

Brainrotting over your own OCs is stupidest hell there is. Like what do you mean i need more content of them I *am* the content of them! I'm the one who knows everything there is about them and exactly what is the necessary amount! And what do you mean I can't even gush about them to more like one other person because no one else will have proper context?!

[sleepywriter00]

I got 99 problems and all of them revolve around the fact that I'm a writer who can't use words to describe the ONE scene that has been stuck in my head since I started this WIP!

[deathbecomesthem]

There's a real lack of people saying, "Well, it's the 90s," in my fics that are set in the 90s, which is a shame. People used to say that shit all the time about everything.

[vvixes]

Me: Gives my oc both mommy and daddy issues by killing them both off.

Hmmm... not enough...

Also Me: Gives her an adoptive father figure who she grows attached to and sees him as the perfect role model. I then proceed to have her uncle kill him and spread horrible rumors all around the kingdom that he was a horrible and manipulative man.

This... this is good... Now time to make her commit war crimes and treason.

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

A little update

Ngl, I've enjoyed my break away... maybe a bit too much? 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm finding it hard to go anywhere near writing right now. I don't even think it's because of everything that happened, I think I'm just burned out.

I did some quick math, I wrote 65k words this year, across two series and a couple of one/two-shots, not even counting the drabbles I wrote for my milestone celebrations. And somehow, I still feel like I can't keep up? That it's not enough?

Even though you guys are the absolute best and have never, ever rushed me for updates, I got to be honest - I feel the constant pressure to create because I think people will lose interest if I don't. There are so many writers in the fandom who write so much faster than me, I can't fight the sinking feeling that I won't be missed if I took too long, or if I stopped.

At the same time, I've been discovering new outlets for my creativity, and I've been having a lot of fun. I'm not saying that writing isn't fun for me anymore - but there is a lot of expectation, stress and hair-pulling involved, and it's felt good stepping away from that.

At the beginning of the break, I thought I'd come back with an announcement of my upcoming fics. But right now, I'm not so sure. I mean, I still want to write that Hallow'seams idea, and I want to finally write Butter, but I can say for sure I'm in no state to start a series, so Summer House is shelved. I don't have a timeline, I haven't even touched a Google doc since I finished Palomino, so... yeah, I don't know.

For now, I'm going to take it easy and see where inspiration takes me. In the meantime, I'm just planning on replying to your wonderful reblogs and comments. I will be tagging Palomino spoilers as such when answering asks if you haven't read it.

I am so eternally grateful for your love and support, I hope you'll stick with me while I figure things out ❤️

[cheesecakeislazy]

Out of pure curiosity- As a Jakeden shipper, do y’all prefer full on rewrites? Or same story but it takes place in the future? When it comes to fanfics? This can honestly be about any ship that isn’t canon tbh lol

I’m just curious for future reference if I ever choose to write a fic for my OTP..

[unkindhands]

Comparing Josuke and Okuyasu to Yusuke and Kuwabara is so funny to me because Okuyasu and Kuwabara would LOVE each other. Okuyasu would immediately slot into the role of Kuwabara's right hand man, he would be the perfect delinquent goon and you just know that Kuwabara would dote on him and love bossing him around and giving him life tips

meanwhile Josuke and Yusuke would try to beat each other to death within five minutes of interacting

[talkinganimals]

Hiiiii followers I obliterated this blog and remade and you can all DM me for my new blog but I just had to come back to say. I quit my job working for a bunch of insane conservative z/onists who were literally constantly screaming in the office and loudly blasting Ben Shapiro during work hours and now I have a new nepo baby job with a cousin I've barely talked to who's already managed to say like 3 weird things about me being trans and shown me a pic of the girl he's into who looks 50 fuckin years younger than him <3 peace and love on planet earth

[royally-an-astrophile]

I dunno sometimes i have a (maybe irrational?) fear of not doing my female characters justice

Like… i have about one female character introduced right now and she’s just… a bitch

Most of the women figures of authority in my current book are absolutely pieces of garbage and i feel like that’ll accidentally reflect as misogynistic instead of just like… the fact that they’re female has nothing to do with why they’re that way, i still would have made their personality the same if she was a guy

And then the few good characters i have are like… eight years old…

Although maybe all the humans in this story suck now that im thinking about it

[reynaxschaltt]

A letter was slipped again in my cell. It's a letter from Charlotte. It read:

"How much of the outside world

Can you hear in your cell?

How high are you even up?

I guess I can't know.

Just listen closely..."

It was written in such a fancy font that it looked like it was written with a quill.

Then after a few seconds of silence, the smooth sound of classical music striked my ears. It was soothing, it was calm, it was beautiful. 

"The Gramophone!" I yelled out.

"I hear it... God, Charlotte, I hear it!

Charlotte, I hear it...

I hear it, Charlotte..." I yelled once more.

The music kept playing while I looked out the window of my cell.

"It's beautiful Charlotte...

How can I tell her I hear it?" I muttered

After a few more seconds.. The music stopped, and it was quiet once more.