So Much Random, So Little Time

Its bedtime, so you know what that means…three story ideas blazing to the front of my brain.

“A REAL Writer…”

aclutteredwritersbrain:

I’ve heard a lot of opinions over the last couple years on what does and does not make one a “real” writer, and frankly it’s getting a little annoying.

“A real writer doesn’t need inspiration.”

“A real writer writes every day.”

You know what a real writer does? A real writer writes, and feels a need to do so.

That’s it.

There are writers who need a little bit of inspiration via prompts and photos now and then, and there are writers who can jot down a story on the spot, no matter the subject. There are writers who write diligently every single day, sometimes even on a fixed schedule, and there are writers who don’t. That doesn’t make one writer more talented or more worthy of publishing than the other.   

If you have days where you just don’t feel like sitting down and typing up a story, that is perfectly OK. Those who write should feel welcome in a community of other writers, not be ostracized or vilified because their methods are different.  

One of the problems with writing so many fics, even though I’m so proud of each and every one, is having similar ideas for a story you wrote like 3 years ago….just with a different ship.  I think I’m writing it anyway.

1,010 fics in I think I might be officially title fried.  Which would suck since I have three ficlets in various stages of ready as we speak.

Three stories to go until I reach 1000 Criminal Minds fics. This is utter, and awesome, insanity!

18 fics to go before I get to 1000.

Went to bed and woke up with stories in my head.  How am I supposed to squeeze this into all the work I have to do today?  Ugh.  Cuz you know I’m gonna write no matter what, right?

The hardest part about writing a story is starting it. And I dont mean coming up with an idea to write about, I mean getting up off my ass and actually beginning to write or type. I might have three conversations going in my head at once and all I’m gonna do is lie here similar to a vegetable and hope they dont smite me and go away.

Why is John Green so effortlessly, epically awesome?

I just posted my 107th Thicker than Water story. Its surely become my biggest fic universe of all time. Whoever thought two and a half ago watching that special on the origin of gangs that I would come up with a universe so full of life and rich with voices that it would sustain me for this long. I hope it never ends but even if it does I know that there will be so much to look back to, love, and enjoy. Something that I’m thankful for today.