Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your
I realized something last night while I was reading in bed. I was completely immersed in a story (an Agatha Christie murder mystery), so much so that I plowed through over half of the book in one sitting. I was absolutely eating it up.
But for a moment, I took a step back. I stared at the page: letters, words, paragraphs, line breaks, dialogue.
And it hit me: “Real” authors, published authors, best-selling authors… they aren’t doing anything fundamentally different from what I do when I open up a document and start typing. Sure, they likely have more practice and more experience (Agatha Christie certainly) than I do. But fundamentally, I write words, paragraphs, dialogue, scenes, plots, characters, all of those things.
It may sound silly… but for some reason I’ve always had this vague concept in my head that “real” writers are doing something else. Like they have this secret process, a magic formula, that builds worlds, characters and conflict. But of course this isn’t true. Every writer (because every writer in a real writer) writes one word at a time.
It’s a comforting thought for me. It’s a reminder that my favorite books - the books I love, the books that changed me, the books that I’ll never forget - were written by people. And they all started with a blank page.
I’m an overthinker so if you don’t give me an answer, I’ll come up with one.
god i dont even care what sort of joke-woke bullshit some miserable flaps are going to make-up about this, having like the two main faces of overwatch be openly, canonically gay is fucking good and extremely important
remember back when the rest of bts was lowkey scared of “savage” yoongi and now they will poke and pick on him and add salt to his drink without any fear of redemption because they realize he’s actually softer than a melted marshmallow?
