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#A Writer’s Life
crescentcitytorchwood · 3 months
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I've often joked that being a writer is something akin to madness. And never has that been more true than right now.
I have a minimum of three fiction ideas in my head. Each features different characters and wildly different plots, themes, tones, etc.
I also have a bunch of stuff to write for my actual day-to-day job. Something like two web pages, three case studies and three press releases. Oh yeah, and the social media content to support those pieces.
In short, I feel like words are flying around my brain at a million miles an hour in a million different voices. Each one is shouting at me louder than the last, each desperate to be heard and translated onto paper. But, because there are so many of them, I can't possibly focus on any individual one for longer than a few minutes before I'm once again yelled at by another voice - either in my head or in real life because someone has noticed me staring into space for an unusually long time.
It's a paralysis like nothing I've known before, and I honestly don't know how to overcome it. I want to write so badly. But I just can't. I'm tired. I'm frustrated. I'm scared. My focus, mood and motivation are pretty consistently low, though I'm trying extremely hard to fake it until I make it and convince myself I feel better than I do.
So yeah. Being a writer has quite literally led me to madness. And if anyone has any suggestions on how I can manage it all, I would be forever grateful.
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whats-that-there · 27 days
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Finding tracks in the sand
The sound of the ocean is not intimidating when you’re right on the shore. The beach on a sunny day never really did much for me, it’s not until I start trudging my way away from the shore against the tide that I realised how powerful the ocean really is. The waves hit my body in a hypnotic yet jarring rhythm. It’s a harsh push and a gentle pull all at once. All is peaceful on the beach, but when you’ve walked chest-deep into the ocean and witness a swell coming for you at head height - the possibility of getting lost inside under it is what paralyses me. I know the ocean is not my enemy but it’s the beginnings of vastness that always stops me from going further inside. It’s never the hit or the swell itself you understand? It’s the feeling of being completely alone inside it that puts my heart in my ears.
I usually abandon the journey when the swells start threatening to swallows me whole. Showing my back to the ocean lessens the fright, the more I physically can not witness the safer I am. My feet feel the sand floor change it’s texture as I get closer to land, from smooth and cold to pebbled and warm. Small shells are being crushed beneath my feet, I only hope the ocean is not vengeful.
The sand on the beach is in sight, the tracks of the waves on it a curious and consistent pattern. It’s the wave’s written history. It’s presence felt on both ocean and land. Do all of nature feel the drive to leave a mark behind? Be it tracks made in sand or words written on paper. Sharing of life’s history for others to see and experience is a natural thing? Then why the violence within it to bring it about?
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coneygoil · 9 months
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when you open the notification email from A03 to see all your kudos and none of them are for the fanfic you are currently working on
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elizabethanism · 2 years
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“Everything is a dream; only those things that have been written down have any possibility of being real. That’s all that exists in the end, what has been written down."
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James Salter. A Writer’s Life.
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oatmilk-vampire · 3 months
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Always the writer, never the reader.
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bloodybellycomb · 5 months
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One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.
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jaggedjawjosh · 2 months
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avocadosalad · 10 months
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risafeywritesdrarry · 1 month
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poetryforall · 15 days
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-Rumi
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imsayak · 1 month
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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
~ Nikita Gill
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what-iz-life · 1 month
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people need to understand that once you go through your worst time alone, you really don’t care who stays in your life anymore.
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flimythings · 2 months
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"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"
-filmythings
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If hurting me does not hurt you, you don’t love me. You’re using me.
k.b // by jerry flowers jr
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thepersonalquotes · 3 months
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jellymellydraws · 3 months
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AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).
So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.
Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"
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