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“You’re Not a Good Writer.”

I once received a DM comprised of just that sentence. Nothing else. No constructive criticism or any reason as to why this person clearly agreed with my own view of myself.

For someone who has never told anyone in their real life that they write anything, reading something like this from an anonymous user only solidified in my mind the fact that this person was right.

I’m not a good writer.

After an embarrassing amount of minutes passed, in which I thought about deleting every story I ever posted, I decided to delete the message instead. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean I could delete the feelings it caused or change the fact that I’m not a good writer.

Two weeks went by and I didn’t write anything, let alone post. Then I received a comment on a story I had posted three years prior, one I’d written after a death in our family. The comment read, “Thank you for sharing this heartfelt story. I really needed this. I just lost my mom and this really got me today.”

I stopped thinking about being a good writer after that. I thought instead, “what if I had deleted my stories and that one person three years later hadn’t read it that day?”

Here’s what I realized: no one is a good writer.

Good means to be approved of, but stories aren’t created from approval. They’re built from life experiences, feelings, and emotions Therefore, the impact of anyone’s story isn’t good or bad. It’s a million other things.

Heartfelt.

Sad.

Funny.

Inspiring.

Romantic.

So to all the story writers out there, hold your head up, write what is in your heart, and never doubt that there isn’t at least one person out there that needs to read your story.

So, no.

We’re not good writers, but why would we want to be?

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i dont know what a mote is but it sounds like something like this

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Which path should he choose?

The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?

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Me, age 10, doing an essay on the pharoah’s curse for school: huh. So this archeologist that died and everyone thought it was because he disturbed the pharoah’s tomb actually died because he used a rusty razor to shave and it infected a mosquito bite. I can see how people could come to that conclusion, but it is a bit silly

Me, today, shaving my mosquito bite-ridden legs: I must tread carefully lest I incur the pharoah’s wrath

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Fantasy-ifying the Pacific Coast 🐲

(journal sketchpage wip)

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Ostania's normalest family

The next day, at a hastily thrown together birthday party at the Forger residence:

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Anyone else fuck with individual songs? Who is the artist? I dunno. What album is it from? Shut up. What year was it released? *tim allen grunt* What's the title of the track? Fuck you. But it goes like this: *poorly memorized chorus*

I love that song. Do not ask me anything about it.

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As an actor and writer, I find it so funny how actors will say stuff about “taking care of” their character and respecting them meanwhile writers are like “beat that bitch into the ground.”

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Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

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If you're in the US military or National Guard, and are given an illegal or unconstitutional order, the GI Rights hotline (1-877-447-4487) is there to help give you the support you need to do the right thing by refusing it. It would be good to think about this now before it becomes a live issue for you and it would be smart of you to memorize that number.

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I promise, as someone formerly scared of commenting, authors love it.

Even just hearts as second kudos, even spam comments because you keep getting excited every other chapter, even hey rereading thanks for sharing

My favorite thing to add to a comment is 'Thanks for sharing' because honestly that's what most of my comments can be boiled down to. Thank you for sharing the world building, poetic prose, fun words I had to Google, cool metaphors, and everything else that brought me joy

I wouldn't have gotten to experience any of it if the author hadn't chosen to share their work (which also from experience can be scary), so I like to say thanks and you can too if you'd like!

a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

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Snippet Sunday

Thank you SO MUCH for the tag @aquaticflames, your snippet was as always a devastating delight <3

“Right,” the medic drawls. “Well. All’s well that ends well, right?” The words are so wholly unexpected that Qui-Gon can do nothing but stare. “Melidaan ended up saving all our lives. Saved the Republic, really. Long story–” he waves a hand– “but I know what you Jedi are like. Will of the Force, and all that. You betray your padawan, and a few decades later the Sith lose the war. Can’t really blame you for that, can I?” For one brief, blinding moment, there is absolution. The Force is present in all things, bright in every motion. Every stride makes ripples in the river. Every thought casts prismatic reflections. What a gift it would be, to release his own actions into it! To share the burden of responsibility! It had not been him alone who’d walked away; he’d been influenced in the service of some later victory. It had not been him alone who’d left his padawan behind; it was a necessary sacrifice in service of the Republic. Casting him adrift from the Order had not been a mistake; it was a vital catalyst to what would become the eventual defeat of the Sith– What a privilege it would be, to absolve himself of such cruelty. What a relief. (The medic is watching him very carefully.) What an injustice.

ARGH forgot to tag- no-pressure tags for @bumbledees, @drauthor, @wanderingjedihistorian, @navigatorwrongway, @foreverchangingfandomsao3 and, just for fun, tossing it right back to @aquaticflames for totally selfless reasons, not like I'm DYING to see more or anything like that-

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Okay okay okay so I’m changing like every recognizable detail of this for privacy purposes but yall need to appreciate this

So I know how to retain CCTV footage, right? It doesn’t come up everywhere but I know my way around- and if someone gets jumped in a parking lot or whatever I can go backwards and see whodunnit

So I’m at this one place, right? And I get a call that an older woman in a wheelchair got hurt somehow and we need to see what happened.

Nobody remembers the exact time, because of course not, but they tell me she was wearing like a massive hot pink jacket and she’s in a wheelchair and she left with a medic round 09:45ish, so I figure I’ll start there.

So I find the incident itself no problem, but they need ALL footage for liability and insurance and stuff, so I have to keep going

And about ten minutes backwards, I lose her. She comes into view past a single shelf on one of the worse cameras and vanishes.

like. VANISHES. Hot pink jacket, big bulky black chair, gonzo. No idea where she came from.

So, I pull up entry cams. Zoom backwards till I see her come in… at like 06:15.

THREE AND A HALF HOURS EARLIER.

So first off, this is gonna take me like two hours minimum to write down, forget retention. And I’m kind of dying in my soul a bit but I start over there, watching her come in and meander and whatever.

At about 08:30ish she disappears.

Doesn’t leave. Doesn’t head to a bathroom. Doesn’t take her coat off. Her trail just stops.

Now, I’ve done this before. Typically, a location only has the mandatory minimum amount of room for a chair or walker to get around, so a person using one can only go forwards and it’s hard to 180. That limits options and makes it easier to follow, whereas a little unattended and fully mobile kid will zoom around in circles and shit and go who the hell knows where.

Then I see her again on the other ass end of the building, and I have to go back again to see how she GOT there.

My guys.

Her two and three-point turns are INCREDIBLE.

She’s popping on the wheels, flip, zoom, she’s out somewhere I didn’t think she could even GET to. I’ve been planning my search for places that fit a wheelchair or least-resistance fast-paths from A to B and she’s like… doing some Tokyo Drift shit.

I don’t know WHY. The whole place is basically completely accessible so long as you put up with having to reverse, but no. No, she goes where she wants.

I’ve been at this for half the day, and I still have no idea where she went for like an hour and a half.

Fuck me, I’m taking a lunch break

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guys who grew up in the most sterile environment in the galaxy and guy who didn't

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it's genuinely crazy that free the nipple died

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