Taylor Swift Wrote “and They Called Off The Circus Burned The Disco Down When They Sent Home The Horses

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not to be deep, but i can’t help but feel like i’ve somehow found my way back home when it comes to writing. i loved it when i was a kid, and i’ve fallen in love with it all over again as a young adult.

there are *so* many things that have happened in my life that make me look back and wonder if those things were meant to lead me right back here. to writing.

like for example, when i was a freshman in high school, this guy told me i looked like my name would be: Sabrina. he would literally call me by that name even though it wasn’t my name😭

fast forward years later to me naming my book characters, specifically my main character who is somewhat based on me, so i’m essentially naming myself in a weird way.

i was thinking and thinking and thinking, and then i remembered that guy from high school who’d call me Sabrina. and voila, i had her name. and it fits her so well too!

idk maybe i’m crazy haha but it really is things like that that make me wonder if maybe i am where i’m meant to be after all, no matter how much i feel otherwise sometimes.

shoutout to brandon from high school for my mc name!!!

i’ve been rotting in bed with a fever for four days now which means it’s been four days since i’ve felt the cold, smooth touch of my keyboard and mouse💔

on one end, i’ve been meaning to let what i last wrote marinate for a bit, but on the other miserable end, i miss entering the makeshift portal i’ve created into my characters’ world (‘:

i have had plenty of time to conjure up a million potential storyline ideas that might not ever even come to fruition anyway, so there’s that!

me 🤝 my notes app

this!!

If you’re shrouded in writers block and desperately want to shoo it away to keep going with your WIP, it sometimes helps to delete the last few sentences/paragraph/scene and rewrite it. Sometimes you accidentally build dams in your creative stream and the only way around is to go back and break it down

just accidentally stumbled upon so many prologue story ideas for the parents of my characters in the current book series i’m writing.

and it ties in so well UGH i’m gonna have a writing orga*m!!!!!

as discouraging as it can be writing to an audience of zero, i’m so locked in atp, idec anymore😭 delusion is my feul

i LOVE my characters and the little universe i created in my head sm, each of their books WILL be written and finished even if i’m the only one who knows of their existence!

i feel like i not only owe it to myself to see it through, but to my characters and their stories. they’re like my children, i can’t just abandon them because no one else is seeing their potential like i do?????

what kind of mother would that make me

happy one year anniversary to what has become my go to album as a mentally ill girly who has literally never gotten over anything ever: the tortured mental illness- i mean the tortured poets department🖤🤍

easily a top 3 taylor album for me!

and a special shoutout to my favorite songs on the album:

peter (HUGE fav, probably #1), who’s afraid of little old me? (another HUGE fav), so long london, the prophecy (SAD fav), my boy only breaks his favorite toys (UNDERRATED fav), the bolter, guilty as sin, fresh out the slammer, loml, down bad, cassandra, i hate it here, how did it end?, so high school, i can do it with a broken heart, the alchemy, chloe or sam or sophia or marcus, the smallest man who ever lived & i look in people’s windows

yk what’s crazy is before i found my love for writing again, i used to read books (romance books specifically) and think to myself:

“wow, authors/writers are some of the most creative people out there. to create an entire ensemble of characters and give them such distinct personalities/backgrounds/upbringings, and to create an entire world of storylines for them is truly something magical.”

i used to wish i could do that. i never thought myself capable of such creativity. i used to wish i could be capable of creating an ensemble of characters i could write and have fun with. a fictional world i could create and find some escape in, and now i do.

i love the little world of characters i’ve created so much. can confirm: it is truly magical✨

oh and happy late new year💛☺️☀️

Cringe is just a social construct—a prison for the mind. In order to be a creative you have to be cringe sometimes, who cares what other people think about your process.

TO BE CRINGE IS TO BE FREE!

I always get super sad when I realize I can’t fit all the stuff I want in my story. Like yes, I KNOW you’ve gotta kill your darlings and if you give in every time it’ll turn into unorganized fan service mush but also have you ever considered-

GIMMMEEEE. You actually DO need my random cute scenario that doesn’t move the plot forward and acts as pure brain candy. It can’t just be a headcannon. It doesn’t hit the sameeee. I need more time with my characters. I don’t care if this book is as long as the damn BIBLE. Yes, you WILL sit through eight chapters of my main love interests figuring out how to make banana bread as stupid silly teenagers AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT