tfw you know what you want to write but the words won’t get out of your head and on to the freakin’ page, and you find yourself reading the same words over and over until you absolutely hate every single one of them with fiery passion. some of them don’t even look like real words anymore.
Me, throwing em dashes, semicolons, commas, and ellipses into a jumbo-sized trash bag and then shaking it vigorously: hang on I gotta season my fic before I upload it
What people think writing is like: careful planning and thought out plotlines
What writing is actually like: being possessed by an idea that you are constantly arguing with
I have never seen such an accurate description of writing in my life
That moment when you write an Easter fic for a series only to realize you wrote yourself into a timeline and it can’t be Easter again already or baby bunnywolves would be here.
Don’t feel bad if you’re sensitive to negative feedback because apparently after one particular bad review Hans Christian Andersen was found just sobbing while lying face down in the dirt
YOU LEFT OUT THE BEST PART THOUGH! HE WAS CRYING FACE DOWN IN THE DIRT IN CHARLES DICKENSEN´S YARD!!
WHERE HE HAD BEEN STAYING FOR WEEKS, LONG OVERSTAYING HIS WELCOME, AND WAS ANNOYING THE FUCK OUT OF DICKENS