Laylabsposts - Let Me Write In Peace

When it comes to your writing, you are allowed to do the following:

Be proud of your work.

Have fun. 

Enjoy the process.

Celebrate milestones no matter what they are, whether that’s 100 words written in a day, 5k words finished this week, or a final draft.

Take breaks.

Rest.

Do other things that have nothing to do with writing.

Work as fast or as slow as you like.

Write “cliches”.

Outline.

Fly by the seat of your pants.

Partly-outline it and fly by the seat of your pants the rest of the way.

Rewrite.

Write to publish.

Write with no intention to publish.

Write for only yourself alone.

Feel free to add on!

what is the most brutally honest reason you write?

*slaps roof of WIP* this bad boy can fit so much dialogue in it

some studies of my cat

Me, Squinting at my writing: What perspective are you even in??? Are you even in a perspective??

My writing:

forbidden fruit | chapter 2

here’s chapter two! this is dedicated to @stardustsroses , happy (late) birthday my love!! <3

masterlist | ao3 | part 1

tags: @staticpetrichor @stardustsroses @nalgenewhore​ @illyrianbeauty @mariamuses @nomattertheoceans @vivorsomething @b00kworm @maastrash @lost-in-fictionn @acourtofabsandillyrians @ladywitchling 

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Cassia.

Her named suited her. Soft. Ethereal.

Awkwardly, Manon extended her hand in an offer to help her up from her cowered position. Cassia’s stare immediately glued to the razor sharp nails curving wickedly from her pale fingers.

“I won’t hurt you,” she repeated again, cursing the touch of shame that sent a pang down to her very core. Since when did she feel bad about her terrifying exterior?

Cassia visibly swallowed, nodding hesitantly before accepting Manon’s hand, her body so light Manon barely had to exert any energy pulling her up.

“Um, I-” she stammered, timidly meeting her gaze. “Thank you for not killing me.”

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i like how enigmatic life can always be. are you having a good day? well, tomorrow might be shit. or is it a bad day? maybe tomorrow you'll be the happiest version of yourself. you can't expect anything from life yet it disappoints sometimes. it's is so beautifully strange.