Writing a book is therapy. Querying it is exposure therapy. Revising it for someone who ghosts you mid-request is...masochism? Writers, you are saints and gladiators in equal measure.

Publishing: where writers are told to “stand out” but not “be too different,” “be commercial” but also “profound,” “be timely” but also “evergreen.” If you’ve survived this paradox long enough to hit ‘Send,’ I salute you.

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I’m crocheting again and everything's coming up dragons. My daughter immediately fell in love and named her Sword, so my plans have been temporarily halted...

Not every day is a deep work day. But showing up… that’s something.

Writers don’t quit. They crack, go quiet, stare at ceilings like they’ll spill the next plot twist. Story burns in their chest. Then, one random night, they write a line that makes it all worth it. Not discipline…something wild, almost holy.

sometimes the scariest part isn’t starting over…it’s realising the old version of you wasn’t even yours to begin with.

Writers spend years, like five whole years, spilling their guts into a novel. Partner doesn’t bother with a single page. But strangers? They’ll dive in. Makes you wonder if they’ll catch what the writer’s soul was shouting.

one wattpad story about a mafia boss falling for a librarian. healed trauma i didn’t even know i had.

Man, 47 rejections. No agent, no deal, nothing. But picture this: a writer hunched over tonight, rewriting Chapter One. Not chasing hope…nah, it’s spite, it’s madness, it’s love pushing that pen. Wonder what keeps ‘em going.

some of us didn’t drop the book ’cause it was bad… we just weren’t ready for how big it felt. the story knew who we were becoming before we did. maybe the book wasn’t too much. maybe we just needed to grow into it.🤔

i read a book where the main character forgave her mom after years of silence…so i called mine at 2am and we just… cried. no review, no summary. just “you should read this.

finishing the book was never the scary part. it was what comes after. what if it works? what if you lose the only thing that gave you shape? maybe that’s why you slowed down. maybe that’s why you ghosted it. but maybe… that’s exactly why you need to finish it.

Beanbag, coffee, water, Hometown Haunts and full sunlight ✅✅ ready to get the 💩 scared out of me👻💀

Ever try explaining your novel to someone who’s never bled for an idea? “So what’s it about?” “How many pages?” “Are you published yet?” Nah. Some of us aren’t building books. We’re building survival manuals. For a version of us no one ever asked about.

Someone cried reading your words. They’ll never forget you. That’s everything.

marketing yourself on social media is tiring, can’t i just remain mysterious and aloof??

Rejection doesn’t mean your story isn’t sacred. It means the gatekeepers forgot they were once storytellers too.

Real talk? Most writers burn out before they’re ever taken seriously. Not because the work isn’t good… But because no one shows them how the damn doors open.