the world’s shyest dj just worked up the courage to sniff the microphone and whimper quietly

many people sharing the writing post today... hard to keep up with..... know my universal advice:

chosen one but there is no prophecy. there is no string of fate or scroll of doom to tether you to this role. chosen one as in the stolen one; you were normal and naive and clueless. they told you what you were and you believed them. why wouldn’t you? they were strong and just and kind, they were all you knew. they told you that you were their saviour and how would you have known anything otherwise?

chosen one that they moulded to fit a role. you were a child, you could have had a perfectly ordinary life. you could’ve been anything other than you are now. but they chose you to be a part of this, and now there is no escaping it. they’ve made you twist and contort yourself until you are not so recognizable to who you were before. you have become their soldier, their saviour, their weapon.

chosen one who didn’t know anything else. chosen one who grew up being told exactly how to be, listening to false prophecies about what they would become. chosen one who believed it all wholeheartedly. chosen one who became all they wanted to be because anything less than that was just unthinkable.

chosen one who discovers they really aren’t chosen. chosen one who truly was just a normal child born to a normal woman and man who was forced into this eternally-binding role by mere chance. chosen one who was not supposed to be the harbinger of peace or the catalyst to the war. chosen one who was not born to be anything other than what they were.

chosen one but you were lost. fate does not exist and it was only a matter of coincidence that you ended up like this, burdened and scarred and broken.

editing is so fun. I'm learning what the story I wrote is about

sometimes after you learn what your story is about, you resolve to write a thematically appropriate sequel. this, unfortunately, means you have another section to edit, and now your story means two things. maybe more. imagine.

This post understands editing like nobody else. Everybody else delete your blogs. I want to be alone with OP so we can talk.

It's good and cool to give your characters a single simple, straightforward, non-urgent, super-achievable goal that shouldn't really cost anything or hurt anyone, make that the driving factor for most of their decisions, and then have the Plot do everything in its power to stop them.

Goals include but are not limited to:

people love my tortured aura, devoid gaze and prey animal temperament

Tomorrow WE ( yes me AND you. Yes YOU ) will be writing something, preferably a whole chapter.

My sense of smell is so sensitive I can smell the sickness and spiritual decay on anyone

penis isn't real. pussy isn't even real. the only thing that is real, is the pleasure of combat

Shout out to Characters who are shells of their former selves! You died and you’re not coming back! You don’t recognize yourself and neither does anyone else, and it’s anyone’s guess what the fuck you’re supposed to be now!

*muttering* character as a weapon but that person as a bioweapon carrying a deadly virus whose mission is to wander enemy territory acting as a refugee while spreading said virus with their mere presence

Realizing the writing doesn't have to be done alone and is often more fun and more engaging when you're doing it with friends is a life changing experience.

I don't mean co-writing either. I mean having a friend or two who you talk through plot ideas with, who you bounce ideas off of, who you trust to tell you if something doesn't work.

Nothing is created in a vacuum and nothing can be created alone. Sharing drafts and ideas is a vital part of the creative process and it's a really fun part too.

Yeah, we got to third base last night (I kissed his palm and declared no holy authority stood above him).

they call me the guy whos afraid of everything because. what was that. whos there