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hello hello! it's me, rach!

as the new year approaches, many of us set goals and resolutions - myself included. one of my goals for 2024 is to write a novel (I've been procrastinating on this for quite a long time now). i assume that some of you might have the same goal, that's why I'm writing this post today.

over 2023 i've been releasing some freebies for authors just like me, so I thought I could compile my favorites in this post. hope you find this useful :)

1) the writer's workbook

this workbook has over 60 exercises to help you develop characters, scenarios, etc. if you're ever stuck, I'm pretty sure this workbook will be your best friend.

2) author's corner (notion template)

this is the most downloaded freebie in my shop! it is a notion dashboard with everything you need to organize your writing and has some templates included (like scrivener)!!

3) another notion template

this one has two themes you can choose from: cottage-core and dark academia. they're very similar to the previous template, but this one is more recent and I added some new features. feel free to explore both and pick the one you like the most.

4) the author's journal

this is a cute printable with 20 pages that will help you stay on track and manage your social media accounts as a writer who shares their work online. you can also register what you're currently writing and your personal research and resources.

5) plan your book printable

this is a 6-page printable for you to fill out and plan your book easily and effectively.

6) excel sheet to organize tasks & word-count

this is a simple excel sheet, but it is very effective for keeping track of your tasks & word-count of your novels. also, it is 100% customizable to your liking!

that's all for now! feel free to explore my gumroad shop where I have plenty of freebies to grab! also, don't forget to subscribe so that you never miss any opportunity to get a goodie for free :)

hope this post was useful!

have a nice day,

Ne tuhaf değil mi… ?

Ölümlü bir dünyada, ölümsüzmüş gibi yaşamak.

Her adımda kalıcıymışız gibi davranmak, her nefeste sonsuzluğun bizden yana olduğuna inanmak… “Akıllı” geçinmek, “büyük” sayılmak, bir unvan ya da bir makama sığdırılmak. Oysa hepimiz aynı sona yürüyoruz. Bir gün sessizleşecek sesimiz, bir gün silinecek izimiz.

Peki neden hâlâ kendimizi kandırıyoruz?

Neden birbirimizi küçümseyip, hayatı bir yarış gibi görüp, göğe uzanacak kökler salıyormuş gibi çabalıyoruz? Belki de insan olmanın en büyük yanılgısı bu: Hiç ölmeyecekmiş gibi biriktirmek, ama sanki yarın ölecekmiş gibi hissetmekten korkmak.

Gerçek “büyüklük” belki de geride bırakacağın merhamette, kalplere dokunduğun bir tebessümde, içten bir selamda gizli. Çünkü günün sonunda, ne paran, ne şöhretin, ne de kibrin sana yoldaş olur. Sadece hatıralar ve insanların yüreğinde bıraktığın iz kalır.

Bu fotoğraf, bize sessizce şunu fısıldıyor gibi:

Dur biraz…

Elindeki bardağa, yüzündeki ışığa, göğsündeki nefese bak. Çünkü asıl mucize, “büyük görünmekte” değil, “var olmanın farkına varmakta.”

Ve belki de tek akıllılık, ölümlü olduğunu unutmadan yaşamaktır…!!!!

ASİKAN

You hit “The End” feeling like a legend… "Then edits hit you like a plot twist 😭

To be honest, how many drafts did your last book take?

You learn young how to stretch a meal— how to split a single "good job" into portions small enough to last for years.

At first, you don’t notice the empty chair at the recital, the game, the graduation— you’re too busy scanning the crowd for anyone who might clap just for you.

Then comes the craving: teachers who praise like parents should, lovers who worship like it’s penance, strangers on screens who say "you matter" in exchange for pieces of yourself you didn’t know were currency.

You collect "I love you"s like loose change, hoard them in jars labeled "proof", but the hole in your chest has no bottom— it swallows compliments whole and still growls for more.

You mistake obsession for affection, hands that take for hands that give, because no one taught you the difference between being wanted and being valued.

You apologize for existing while begging the world: "See me, see me, see me—" as if visibility could fill the hollow their neglect carved, as if enough strangers saying "stay" could drown out the echo of your own family’s "go."

The cruelest lie? Thinking you’re the exception— that everyone else was born knowing how to love themselves without a manual, while you’re still tracing the letters of your own name like it’s a language you haven’t earned.

But here’s the truth they never handed you: That hole isn’t yours to fill. Those hands weren’t yours to hold. That love— the kind that stays without being asked, the kind that doesn’t keep score— was never theirs to give.

(One day, you’ll stop setting the table for people who never come. One day, you’ll realize you were always the feast.)

Your

Move sir

Play me wisely

Your loss is forever

Checkmate