EPIC: The Musical Is A Fucking Bomb. Seriously, It’s Good

to any readers or writers who see this, reblog with the weirdest line you’ve ever written or read (fanfic counts!). I’ll start: “‘Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw’”

It would be wayyyyyy too awkward to explain that yes, I wrote two gay men that go through extreme trauma together, but no, they aren’t official until the last third or so of the story (and all the little lore bits that I have to tell otherwise it would make sense).

reblog if you're a writer but would rather drink straight cyanide than show any of your family members your work

Something I love about writing fantasy that includes multiple nations/kingdoms/cultures is the small character interactions between people from different places

An example from my own work is the way two people from different kingdoms drink tea. One puts the leaves in the cup and pours the hot water over it, and the other steeps the leaves in the pot. The one who has the leaves in the cup always explained it as “if someone doesn’t want tea, they can have hot water instead.” And the other kind of just, watches thinking, “this is odd, but it’s genius”

So yeah, cultural differences lead to fun character interactions 

(I deal with this irl through teaching my white friends how to eat Asian food)

When I say I’m writing what I really mean is I’m thinking about the prologue and second half of the plot in extreme detail before considering the idea of what happens in the beginning, coincidentally making it so I get nothing done.

“Start writing”

Hah, no.

“Why not?”

I will, absolutely will against my will, revise and edit as I write, so I write the total of multiple chapters but it ends up being only one and half chapters. I fucking hate it

This explains a lot about my lack of asking for help when I clearly need it

Me: *Furiously Googling about who knows what*

Also me: You write fantasy, you know that, right?

Me:

happy Thursday the 20th

This post is a joke

I can finally listen to my peers say “Merry Christmas” without feeling the urge to correct them, watch Christmas ads and listen to Christmas music without saying, “it’s still November, not yet.”

Tis(n’t) the season