What Are Books But A Fanfiction Of Reality?

My favorite song.

Three ways to spark story ideas

Dance like crazy to your book/fic playlist (while obsessively thinking about your characters and your plots)

Just live and breathe (it can do wonders)

Read the whole book/fic again (and the notes)

Talk to a friend about where you're stuck

Think outside the box. You do it when you stop trying to fit your book/fic into your first expectations of it (my first concept of this entry was about three ways to find new ideas, but as I wrote, more stuff came out! Embrace ~the new stuff~)

Pet an animal

Have a proper meal

Do something good that you used to do when you were a child

Read your fav books/fics again (or watch movies, series, you got the idea)

Accept the unknown. You'll always lack, you'll always struggle. When stuff gets really shitty, accept that sometimes you can only write a phrase. But try anyway. It's the small victories that win out, in the end.

C&D Book Update #6

I've arrived at chapter 33.

I thought it'd go quickly from there... I was doing so good...

Now I've spent like, 3 hours trying to rewrite like, 5 sentences? Of course, it's dialogue. Of course.

I need it funny, I need it interesting, but it's coming as bulls.

But at least I already finished the first draft??

I just got my first tattoo

It's a simple one, but Goshhhhh did I worry about the pain.

And it was like, super comfy pain level. Honestly. Maybe I had too many bad experiences in life (and I did), many of them involving horrible pain levels, but really...

Like, every time I have to do a lab exam, the nurses can't take my blood easily. They fumble, they insert the needle like 7 times, and with the needle inside my skin they move it like it's a Carnaval of sorts.

That's waaaay more painful than tattoos.

The last time I cut my hair? The guy cleaned my hair with so much force I ended up crying my balls out. The pain level that time was like, 20 times worse than getting a tattoo.

What I did? I saw someone get inked first, saw how it was handled, got some music going in my phone, and sat for it. It was really peaceful! (I say this to all autistics out there fearing the processs like I once feared it...)

Sooooo... yeah. I'm already planning my next tattoo. :)

I'm old af

I was just remembering 'the old days'. 'My days'.

I'm so oooooooooooooooold.

Me, my parents and a cheap car.

No air conditioning, the warmest summer ever known.

Beatles rocking through the radio nonstop.

Beetles rocking through the windshield with a ton of their insect friends as well. (For some reason, those insects just disappeared nowadays...)

Coming back home to... sit down and read a book? Cuz no internet, babe. Not even a mp3 player at the time.

(I confess, I'd just stare at the ceiling, wishing it'd swallow me whole.)

Tumblr is god-given, I'm telling ya.

I used to think I had nothing to offer to the world. That my writings were shit. Lacking in pretty much everything. That no one would want to read them in their right mind. That I'd be better off dead.

Fuck that.

I'll carve my path in blood if need be, if even one person feels heard by a word I wrote.

(I'm just being poetic, policeman)

SoS Trilogy Update #1

I've been working on this for months.

Seeing as I'm reaching the end of my CD Original Book, I've been dabbling even more in my SoS Trilogy.

It's a difficult project. I need to have all three books outlined first, which will probably take 2025, 2026 AND 2027 to do. I'll probably write the first book in 2027...

(As for the TCIK book, it should be launched 2026 I think...)

But anyway, the reason I'm writing this is to say... I legit went through my main character in SoS's playlist and thought, 'not enough Lady Gaga'. Now I'm trying to find more of her songs to add. Most don't fit...

Well, I need to try anyway.

TCIK Original Book Update #6

I talked to a friend today and it REALLY helped.

We spent like half an hour discussing the plot and I ended up deciding on a few things after our conversation. Also, she made a curious request: that I repeat a phrase or an emotion in certain specific moments (I can't talk about what those moments are, big spoiler...). I think it made me stumble into some hidden treasure, but what this treasure is, I'm yet to know...

Being Bigender (to me) feels like swimming: someone mixed paint in the water, but you give no fuck at all. You. Are. Just. Swimming.