The Inside Voice

You were once. A long time ago. Back when the skies were still blue overhead, and you could hear the bustle of life floating on the wind from town. You remember the feeling of pride that stole through you when the house you served bestowed upon you your first sword. Back then, you stood tall and your armor gleamed in the sun. There were brothers and sisters who stood with you, who believed in what you believed, who took the same oaths you took.

Lin won’t turn around. Her long, black hair is blowing faintly in the breeze and the torn edges of her green traveling cloak flutter around her calves. In front of her lies the ruins of a once great temple, crumbling pillars on either side of a massive set of stone steps. Every surface is covered in a thick, wet moss that smells like the rain that just passed through.

The altar at the base of the stairs leading to the temple, however, shines as if newly polished.

Misha Collins on Disasterpiece Theatre

This GIF set so reminded me of the Disasterpiece Theatre podcast, I just had to combine them.

The man is a terror…

Local angel of the lord attempts to shield one unfortunate child from baking filth; misses the other

Happy (belated) holidays!

–>Please don’t repost. 

Fatalistic sarcasm is a thing, however, it usually hides deep feelings of insecurity, and whether you consciously recognize this or not, it validates them. Seriously, I used to constantly make jokes about how other people’s work was better than mine, and it did nothing for my self-esteem, it was a tool to deflect from my own feelings of inferiority and it actively worked against me thinking critically about my own and other people’s work. If it was a joke I could put myself down instead of analyzing why someone’s work was better and trying to incorporate that into my own

As someone who took creative writing courses I was constantly surrounded by other brilliant people, if I hung my head in shame every time I read something as good or better than mine I never would have lifted it. 

As someone who has watched a lot of writers with very good idea’s crash and burn I mean it when I say you either develop a healthy sense of respect for your own work or you stop writing. 

There’s three things I really wish more people consider

1. Do you think their work is better because it’s a different style, one that you like? There’s an element to ‘the grass is greener on the other side’, I have seen people work in some amazing styles that I wished to god I could replicate, some I managed, some I never did, but there’s nothing wrong with either. having a different style Is Not the same as having a bad style, each has their own strengths and you can admire one without putting yours down

2. Knowing someone who is a better writer is a blessing and if they knew you were using their work to bring yourself down they would not be happy, mooch off that friend, analyze their work, ask them to edit your shit, as long as you’re not annoying them be shameless about it. the best thing creative writing did for me was give me the confidence to ask people to critic my work and shamelessly better each other for that sharing 

The entire reason I started writing fic was because I was too sick to be anxious about it, and after that, whenever I would get down on myself my work would stagnate, so I learned to follow sick Magpie’s lead and just say fuck it.

I write because I enjoy it. I write because I love it. And I write because I want to share a piece of myself with the world and say this is me, take it or leave it.

Learn to give yourself grace. Learn to get better at writing because you love it, not because you hate what you create. And most of all, learn that no one is able to write exactly like you do, and that is amazing.

Some folks have been asking me for art-based writing prompts and all I have in me to draw lately are Grumpy Feather Dusters of the Lord so uhm… Whynotboth.jpg?

Go nuts. 

(But you know, please don’t repost.) 

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Happy New Year to all you lovely shippers out there; have some tipsy Dean with a tie on his head smooching his Angel. I love you big, and wish you nothing but the best for 2020. ^__^

“our love could level a thousand mountains and conquer a million cities”