I'm a queer, neurodivergent, disabled, plural trans guy. I write, read, draw (poorly), play video/board/ttrp games, love my pets, and may or may not post about these things.
Me, after talking to my therapist: So it turns out I knew less than I thought and have to use more time blindness aids than I realized. This is gonna be... interesting.
Me, after talking to my therapist: So it turns out I knew less than I thought and have to use more time blindness aids than I realized. This is gonna be... interesting.
Please keep talking about your work forever, I love seeing it
Please keep talking about your work forever, I love seeing it
Please consider donating to Sesame Workshop to ensure the residents of 123 Sesame Street are still around to teach kids of all needs and backgrounds.
Please consider donating to Sesame Workshop to ensure the residents of 123 Sesame Street are still around to teach kids of all needs and backgrounds.
Is it not possible for you to write every day? Then cross it out.
Does outlining make your stories stronger? Then keep doing it.
Explore your process. See what helps you. Build your tool kit.
- It’s okay if you don’t write every day
- First drafts don’t have to be crap
- You don’t have to outline
- You don’t have to use beta readers
- Sometimes telling instead of showing is fine
Fuck all the writing “rules” they tell you about. There are no rules.
Is it not possible for you to write every day? Then cross it out.
Does outlining make your stories stronger? Then keep doing it.
Explore your process. See what helps you. Build your tool kit.
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
-doesn't draw
- have never published anything
- have no readers
- didn't write anything this month
- didn't write anything this year
- can't articulate words anymore
- can only float and mournfully wail
- were murdered ten years ago on this very spot
- have never published anything
- have no readers
- didn't write anything this month
- didn't write anything this year
- can't articulate words anymore
- can only float and mournfully wail
- were murdered ten years ago on this very spot
We write. We draw. We compose. We’re conjurers of possibility.
We write. We draw. We compose. We’re conjurers of possibility.