it's not regret

i understand words and phrases. my dialogue is natural and in character. i know where the plot is going. my word count is reasonable. i am not scared of my document

what I've learned from having other people edit my work is that I have a sick addiction to commas

there have been four editing passes on my spider sex book, and each time they take away so many commas. no fresh commas are being added, this is just a continued culling. if you see a comma in the final book please understand that it survived so much

[ID: edited image that reads, "Your Three Homes, Take Care of Them," with an illustration symbolizing each item: "Body, your Tumblr blog, Mind." / end ID]

SHE'S GLORIOUS!

I genuinely cannot explain to a non-writer what it feels like when a chapter suddenly clicks. it's not satisfaction. it's not relief. it's this horrible specific feeling like you just remembered something you never knew. like the story was already there and you finally stopped being in the way of it. i don't know what to do with that feeling. i just close the laptop and stare at the wall for a bit.

"Going a couple hours without eating a single kind of food? No thanks, I would rather kill a child" is such a wildly horrifying take to see MULTIPLE people proudly stating.

a kitty is like a stuffed animal that is so heavy and it bite you and she loves you so much and you’re best friends

tHERE ARE MEMES IN THOSE HIEROGLYPHICS