Life of a Fanfiction Writer

dmsilvisart:

addiction-survivor25:

Starting like:

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Needing to write quickly before you forget:

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Needing to remember all the small details:

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Losing your train of thought:

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When it’s going well:

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Writing smut:

Not able to fill in the gaps from one scenario to the other:

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Serious writers block:

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Reading through finding you’ve gone wrong:

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Finding all your spelling errors:

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Finally Finished:

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Rebooting for all my writer friends 🙂

MY HEROES

@fassyanon and @2glassesofchianti are AMAZING!  They both helped me figure out my troubles!  And @fassyanon had one tip for me that was left out of EVERY tutorial I watched today.  Like it’s some big secret or something?

Here are my notes from our chat, in case anyone needs them!

STEP SIX- none of the tutorials I watched today included step 6.  ASSHOLES…  JFC

Writing Challenge

thewife101:

daily-writing-tips:

Put your music on shuffle. Write a story based on the first song that plays.

Don’t Stop Believing – Journey. Lol Well there’s only one scene that’s already been written I can’t get outta my head, but I’m willing to do a writing challenge tonight. Wdyt @avenger-nerd-mom? I’m gonna pass this onto you for the same prompt challenge.

@thewife101 it’s on! I actually started a song prompt Emery story in March and never finished it…

angelus80:

nuggsmum:

littletime67:

wolfsmom1:

guynewyork:

justgot1:

rainnecassidy:

unpretty:

pro tip “he freed his erection” is the most useful phrase in any smut writer’s arsenal because it means never having to figure out a dude’s pants situation. how did he do it? were there zippers? buttons? some kind of bizarre lacing situation? maybe he cut off his pants with scissors. maybe it was a wizard. maybe it busted out like the hulk busts out of his shirts. no one knows. no one cares. his dick is out now and that is all that matters. thank you helpful dick wizard.

MASTER HAS GIVEN THE ERECTION A SOCK

THE ERECTION IS FREE

I just laughed for like a minute.

I hate dealing with pants, jeans, trousers, zippers, etc. Jeans can be hot, but almost everything else feels awkward to me when I’m writing. 

Button-fly? Velcro? She undid the string to his sweatpants before pulling out his turgid and sweaty brobell?

I’m still laughing.

I think I hurt myself laughing.

Dead.

I don’t envy you all this, um, conundrum.