you all only hate me because you do not like me and i am mean to you. grow up

all my haters become cicaders when i enter the summer of success

Goddddddd thinking about that narrative moment when something horrible is happening and the character who has been frantically trying to come up with a way to fix it and getting more and more frantic and panicky just—stops. Because. Oh. There’s the solution. They’re not getting out of this alive but like. It’s a solution for everyone else. Okay. Okay.

when shirley jackson said, “the very nicest thing about being a writer is that you can afford to indulge yourself endlessly with oddness, and nobody can do anything about it, so long as you keep writing. all you have to do — and watch this carefully, please — is keep writing.”

''what if you regret it'' then you will expirience regret - a normal and unavoidable part of the human expirience.

“tumblr staff member” 2/3 of those words euphemism for cock

with your help we can make it all three

Real thing that changed how i write: I started asking "what does this character think is wrong with them" and separately "what is actually wrong with them." Those two things are almost never the same. She thinks she's too much. She's actually terrified of being too little. He thinks he's bad at commitment. He's actually just never met someone he trusted enough. The gap between their diagnosis of themselves and the real thing, that's your character arc right there. you don't have to explain it. just write both.

rosencrantz is dead, guildenstern is dead, and me I feel also not so good

"less is more" is a lie perpetuated by big small to sell more less