Not the Momma...

It’s okay to take a break. - We all need time to recharge, and your fans will still be there when you get back!

It’s okay to go from fandom to fandom. - Nobody is going to criticize you for following your muse, and if they do, then you know who not to associate with in the future!

It’s okay to have a niche. - If smut is where it’s at, then write smut. If you’re all about the fluff, then schmoop away. If angst is what does it for you, then invest in tissues. Nobody has the right to tell you that you should be doing something else if that isn’t what interests you!

It’s okay to be critical of your own work. - Just don’t allow yourself to become so self-deprecating that you freeze!

It’s okay to ask for help. - If you’re unsure of a trope, concept, fact or universe, reach out to your circle of friends. Chances are, they’ll be more than happy to help you because they want to see you succeed!

It’s okay to ignore criticism. - Constructive criticism is only constructive if it helps you. If someone says something that doesn’t assist or improve you in any way, then please feel free to ignore whatever nugget they are imparting, because chances are good they don’t have the best of intentions for you!

It’s okay to stop writing all together. - Your fans will miss you (and chances are good you have way more than you realize,) but sometimes, you just gotta do you!

It’s okay to write with whatever method works for you. - Long writing marathons where you bang out 12,000 words in one day? Great! Linear, dry style that means you occassionally get stuck because you can’t figure out this scene, but it’s all worth it in the end? Rad! Piecemeal work that you thread together at the end? Fabulous! As long as it works for you, there is no wrong way to write!

Doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:

A dozen, a gross, and a score Plus three times the square root of four Divided by seven Plus five times eleven Is nine squared and not a bit more.

Reblog if you think it’s a good way to practice writing.

Reblog if you have made friends because of fanfiction.

Lisa Maltby

*****

Clint stood awkwardly in the hall outside Phil’s apartment. He shifted his weight, rubbed the back of his neck, and basically did everything that Bobbi used to get so pissed off at him for doing (<i>stand </i>still<i>, Clint! Unless you’ve got a bow or a rifle in your hand, it’s like you’re a big three year old. I swear…</i>. Clint never could figure out what she was swearing to, exactly). He couldn’t come up with a way to ask if Phil’d enjoyed breakfast or if there’d be a next time. Or if maybe Clint could follow him into his apartment <i>this</i> time and get on with the only part of relationships that ever made any sense in Clint’s book.