@aro-throughyourchest here you go ^-^

I think now that queens dead they should have her stuffed and put on display in Cairo for the next 150 years.

BLAZE REJECTED MY POST WOW LOL

We'll make sure at least 100k people see it for free then.

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I had to

to you, it’s a shitty sentence. to some random bitch 500 miles away, it’s a fire line that’ll haunt them for the next 17 years.

you don’t know how impactful your writing is because it’s been in your brain for far too long now. you’ve stared at it for hours and repeated “this sucks” over and over again to the point that you killed your capacity to feel anything about your work.

but trust me, once you get your shit out there, someone’s gonna go over that paragraph you hate and go “jesus fucking christ” and put the book down to have an existential crisis.

another note: trash now could be treasure for your FUTURE SELF. Do you know how many times I wrote something, thought it was mid to garbage, only to discover it was some of my favorite writing that I had ever done?

When you are a writer, you are not a reader. You see all the threads of fabric holding your story together and not the masterpiece. While you are trying to reword a sentence for a 10th time, someone else read the first try and thought it was fine. I promise you that your writing is better than you think it is, and even if you never grow to like it it will teach you so much. Keep going even when writing feels shitty because you will look back and think you were boo boo the fool for feeling discouraged about a good story.

It’s a little left of center, but back when I was focused on music I noticed that the songs of mine I liked the least were often ones that resonated with others the most. The lyric I was sure would grab people was ignored in favor of a line I considered a “throwaway.” And the same has been true of books. Once in a good while, someone will notice the bit I really wanted them to, and that’s a wonderful feeling. But there is something very special about someone pointing to the muck of your story, to the places you’ve never thought to love, and saying, “now that—that stopped me.”