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why is it that when I read my own writing at midnight it’s the worst thing any human being has ever written in all of history but when I read it at midday it’s actually reasonably good?

☽ When Bram Stoker was working on Dracula, he used the form of diaries, letters, newspaper clippings, and telegrams ☾ Epistolary novels existed before. But Dracula became one of the most famous examples of how a documentary form can create a sense of authenticity in a fantastic story. The reader doesn’t get an omniscient narrator. They piece events together from fragments, like an archivist investigating a case. I think that’s why the book still reads as surprisingly modern. It’s essentially a literary version of a folder of documents that the reader opens on their own. Sometimes the most powerful techniques come not from a desire to be original, but from trying to solve a specific narrative problem. Is there a literary technique that always makes you open a book and keep reading?

We’re on the prowl for writing that terrifies for our third anthology! If you got any horror, gothic, creepy tales you wanna share, then we can’t wait to read OR maybe you have some writing you’re scared to share, like a diary entry or intrusive thought. You’ve got to be a UK-based writer to submit an entry. 👹 Open Submissions | Submission Guidelines

You Too? do other writers have the same thing? or similar to me at least? i vividly see the scenes that either start my next project or I see the entire project like a movie. it’s maladaptive daydreaming for me mostly but I wanted to know if it works/happens with other authors as well?

opening my docs to work on fanfic and seeing the third recent is j*b application

Loneliness is a strange teacher. It shows you who stays when the noise fades, who cares when there is nothing to gain, and most importantly, who you are when no one is watching. Sometimes being alone is not a punishment. It is preparation for a stronger, wiser version of yourself.

Back to Never Land (1989) – Rare Disney Short with Robin Williams | Restored & Remastered (4K). I’ve never seen this before. This was made before Williams did Hook in 1991; ironic that he plays an animated character set in Neverland and then, a year or so later, is cast as Peter Pan. I’ve no doubt this convinced the studio to cast Williams as the Genie in Aladdin (1995). For those who didn’t grow up with him as I did, Walter Cronkite was the news anchor for CBS News. He was a seasoned journalist, and called “the most trusted man in America.” This was back when journalists were expected to be impartial. So it’s really weird to see “Uncle Walt” as a shill for Walt Disney.

Kavyarchives Episode 9 “Huntzburger” Kids, consistency is a funny thing. Much funnier as a concept in my head. We expect ourselves to be meticulously perfect each moment in our lives when even the goddamn robots can’t. Humans overestimate their ability to remain perfect 83 percent of their time. Tell me you get the reference. And then tell me you get THAT reference. Anyway, we forget that so much of what we think, does not exist in the tangible sense. Emotions, thoughts, beliefs. None of that. Though, we spend mighty time trying to solve these intangible things. You see kids, humans, especially analytical ones, believe everything is an equation. It’s not. Even if it physically hurts me to say it. It’s not. They’re called feelings for a reason. They’re meant to be felt. Just felt. Which means, we connect no story. No guesses. No spreadsheets. (I’m looking at you, twelve years old Kavya.) That’s how you deal with feelings, kids. You observe. Just observe. Let your senses take over. And for the love of all gods, breathe through it. That’s how you trust your senses. You nurture them. Self love crap isn’t crap, kids. You trust your taste when you eat good. You trust your nose when you breathe good. You trust your ears when you sit in silence. You trust your sight when you rest your eyes. You trust your skin when you shower. You don’t become Logan Huntzburger with Paris Geller’s survival instincts. Love yourself for logic, kids. XOXO, KS. — Shoutout to @claraedward for the amazing artwork. Do check it out!

No fue una fotografía. Ni una canción triste. Fue el olor de una mandarina recién abierta lo que te devolvió de golpe a mi cocina. Extraña crueldad la de la memoria. Puede olvidar rostros, fechas, promesas… pero conserva intacta la manera en que alguien apoyaba los codos sobre la mesa mientras se reía cansadamente. Me quedo mirando la cáscara en mis manos. Y por un segundo absurdo siento que si giro la cabeza lo suficiente todavía vas a estar ahí.

Would love to see a fanfic about a anime Character🤭

Pride Prompts 2026: Day 16 Person A: I am not female, I am formale, a fancy male. Person B: So a bi guy.

Best writing aide.

There has to be some kind of science behind the relationship between temperature and creativity because somehow I can write a fic in one sitting and spew out 2 fics in 3-4 days in very warm climates but in cold places, I can’t even write a single paragraph???

people who leave kudo on my fic deserve the world people who leave comments deserve two I am working on acquiring these worlds for you guys, i just need a bit of time

What A Twist! Still Handcuffed, i was shoved into some chamber i guess. If im some prisioner, why such a fancy Room? Bold much. i was sitting by the Edge of the bed, just looking around. These stupid handcuffs. I couldn’t really do much other then wait. Minutes after minutes, someone came into the room. It’s… The Prince. What was he doing Here? Im no one Special. „You? What You Doing Here, Zam?“ He was awfully quiet, though that is nothing like him Most Of The Time. Rather odd. I thought i was gonna have to go through some stupid talk with some royal like the King. Then a second later before I Even knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. What The….? Tension thick, my breathe trapped in my lungs. His Fingers Trail down my Arm, longer Then i felt comftorable with. What is he even doing? „Bitch. What are You doing here?“ I hated him so much, has so much to say in my diary — and when i Had the time to actually say something, i didn’t know what to say..? „I didn’t know god forbids I Can’t See a POW.“ Tch , I roll my eyes. This boy wouldn’t Even doing anything stupid. He got closer, his nose touching mine. I was about to curse the hell out of him, just Then did he kiss me. My breathe jumped down my throat, his tongue into my mouth and exploring my mouth. Woah.. I felt his fingers on the side of my neck, lingering long. His Fingers glide up, reaching my chin as he tilts my head up to physically face him. For a moment, life felt…still. Like time was on Pause. Nothing Else seemed to matter in the moment. Footsteps outside, scraped with very obvious noises. „You done talking to that girl?“ He Never let Go so fast, backing up a few inches from me. „Yeah. Coming.“ His expression was hard to Read After What Had just happened, I just…didnt Know How to comprehend it. He, Of All People, Did such….a Thing To Me? I‘d be flattered. The guard entered the Room, and the atmosphere already changed. „Now That You’re Done, You’re coming with me.“ Oh Great. Well, at least thanks, Zam?

Sitting in the hospital waiting room, I turn my head and see the old lady sitting next to me reading smut on her kindle with 30 point font and I love that for her. Respect.

Pride Prompts 2026: Day 17 Person A: You’re really ruining the vibe by not dressing up. Very straight man of you. Person B : He’s not even straight, which is honestly more shameful. Person C : I just got off work, not all of us can be unemployed gays, some of us have to pay the utilities.

“Didn’t you work for Disney animation?” I get asked this occasionally, not sure why, so let me clear this up: I’m a professional cartoonist and illustrator. Once upon a time there was a Disney animation exhibit called “The Pocahontas Animation Discovery Adventure.” It toured malls and theme parks, starting in June, 1995. It had interactive displays. I went to it, got talking with one of the staff, and he recognized my name from my work. He asked if I’d ever wanted to work for Disney. I said I had, since I was a kid. He took my contact info and said he’d send me materials about animation. What I got a couple weeks later was a guy from Walt Disney Animation showing up at my door, unannounced. He was basically head-hunting me, looking to recruit me to work in character design and story-building. I was taken aback that this stranger just dropped by uninvited. But I let him in for coffee. I was pretty much a starving artist then, with two day jobs and just a few published works under my belt (for those who don’t know, 90% of illustrators and writers don’t earn enough to live on solely from their writing and art), so I said I might be interested. He pressed me really hard to make some sort of commitment to come to California and, I dunno, audition or some such crap. I said that was impossible: I couldn’t get time off from my jobs and I didn’t have enough money. He kept telling me it’d be worth it, because working for Disney Animation was a Dream Job! I was already creeped out, but I told him to send me a standard contract for the positions and I’d have my Intellectual Property Rights attorney look it over. He was startled by that. I don’t think he’d ever had anyone ask to see a contract and have a lawyer go over it. He left saying he’d mail me one (this is before email). About a week later I get not so much a contract as a long statement of the great things one gets working for Disney, and the things Disney expects from its creatives. And one of the things I noticed, and my attorney confirmed, was a little clause that stated that anything a creative (writer, designer, animator) created while employed by Disney Animation became the property of Disney Animation. Meaning, if I came up with a character, but I wanted to use it for myself, not for Disney, I couldn’t. The rights to that original character automatically belonged to Walt Disney Animation Studios. And I said, And told Disney Animation, I have no idea if they still have this policy. I doubt it; I figure enough young creatives coming in would have complained, so it was removed. Either way, I will never see Disney as anything but an Intellectual Property vampire. Besides, when they do buy other people’s original material – children’s books, for example – they inevitably rewrite them so badly they have nothing to do with the source material. Which is fine if you’re an author who just wants a big check and doesn’t care that they did horrible things to your characters. (Admittedly, the upside is even if the movie is shit your work is now linked with the behemoth that is Disney, which means your book will remain in print for longer than it might have done. Basil of Baker Street would be forgotten if it weren’t for The Great Mouse Detective .) So, no, I didn’t work for Disney. And I fucking never would. Instead, I’ve written and drawn my original work and kept all the rights for myself.

Kinds in the mood for Writing scenes and stuff on tumblr. Anyone got ideas? I’ll Tag You once i finish :3 (You Can Tell Me The Writing prompt and stuff thru The Comment or just ask me on my tumblr).