For Years, I’ve Tucked Away The Thirst To Create In The Deepest Corners Of My Heart. I Squeezed It
For years, I’ve tucked away the thirst to create in the deepest corners of my heart. I squeezed it into the corner until it grew cobwebs and dust; until it became lost under the mess of my unstructured days; until it became nothing but wishing thinking of who could I be.
Coming into a new city made me feel small. Honestly, I still feel small and an untalented mess as days fly by.
Why can’t I be as outgoing and creative as the others?
Why can’t I be as smart?
Then, I realized, it’s not that I can’t. It’s that I don’t allow myself to.
I love plans. I love creating plans. I love planning what to do. I love listing my plans. Until I woke up one day that plan is all I’ve ever done.
It’s about time I start doing. It’s about time I come back to my first loves. It’s about time I clear the cobwebs and dust covering my thirst to create. It’s time I allow myself to try even if I’m unsure of what to do. It’s about time I grow and leap.
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“I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life, and start figuring out the one I have.”
— Holly Black
The Chapter Checklist
Here’s a checklist you can use against your chapters to make sure they’re hitting all fronts they should be!
This chapter checklist is a great way to avoid writing filler chapters in your novel, and to know that whatever you put in your book actually has a reason to be there.
My E-book: The Plotter’s Almanac, actually has all the theory you need on structuring a chapter, as well as a bunch of templates for outlines and chapter treatments!
You can grab it on its own as a set with my other 2 writer’s workbooks:
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And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.
Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
Unfortunately, people have a right to decline your love no matter how pure your intentions are. You are not what they want, and that's okay.
Franz Kafka 🥀
I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face.
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
I love so seriously. When I say I love you, I mean it with more of me than you can imagine. It breaks me when people play along, and I learn it was just a game to them. Don't get me wrong, I am all poems, and romantic notes, flowers, candies, inside jokes, personal little games, but if I give you my heart, it is all vulnerability and trust. I'm letting my walls down so I can give you the love and the me I feel like you deserve. I'm letting go. I'm holding on for dear life. I'm tired of being heartbroken because everyone wants to pretend to offer that kind of love, but nobody's actually delivering
– Pablo Neruda, “One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII” from The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems, edited by Mark Eisner.
My pen has fallen in love with you.
Letters, Franz Kafka
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