aesterea:

look if you like purple prose then write purple prose okay it’s fun and if you like mary sues and cheesy romances and three pages of nonstop banter then go for it please just go for it. writing should be enjoyable, not another form of stifling yourself

vld-klance:

bitch u know what???? s/o to the fic writers out there who post their links a million times but only get 5 or 10 likes per fic and close to no comments. you’re great at writing and just because your fics haven’t blown up, doesn’t mean they’re not good!! ilysm fic writers keep up the good work ❤

robbyiswriting:

I think all writers need a friend who will encourage their desire to write absolute garbage. Not necessarily something that is badly written, but like, stupid self indulgent bullshit. “Cringey” aus or crossover fanfics. Aus or crossover fics of your own ocs. 

Writing that stuff is fun and is great practice, but sometimes I feel like “wow, this is hardly productive, why am I even writing this, who else would ever want to read this?” The answer is your friend who encourages your trash writing, that’s who. Write it for yourself and for them.

avegetariancannibal:

Writing Hannigram Fic Be Like

Me, the writer: Okay, time to write this sex scene, you take his clothes off now.

Will: No, I’m mad at him.

Me: Do it while mad, then.

Will: Fine.

Hannibal: No, I’ve decided I’m just going to speak for three pages while Will grows increasingly less aroused until he never wants to have sex again.

Later

Me, the writer: Okay, time to write this soul-searching scene filled with in-character dialogue replete with revelations and no sex at all.

Hannibal and Will, in unison: we wan bone now

reinkings:

how i think i write: using interesting descriptions and a normal amount of commas

how i actually write: and there they were, standing there, and they were there, in the field, and the sun shone shiningly down on them, where they were, in, the field, and the sky was blue, and there were clouds in the sky, and the field and the sky and them and us and you and me were all there, standing,