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The Loneliness of Writing
“Writing is a solitary act, but storytelling is never done alone.” Let’s be real: writing can be lonely. There’s something beautiful about sitting with your characters, your worlds, and your words… but it’s also you, a blinking cursor, and the nagging suspicion that maybe no one will ever read what you’re pouring your heart into.
By Georgia5 months ago in Writers
🔥 The Hidden Storm Behind My Smile
They name me Golden retriever, A ray of endless sunshine, “Sweetheart” and “dear,” With laughter like music, And kindness that flows like water.
By Mirwais Hashami5 months ago in Writers
Crafting Fantasy Maps:
“Maps don’t just show us where we’re going — they tell us who we are.” If you write fantasy, sooner or later, you’re going to face The Map Question: do you make one? And if you do, how detailed should it be? Do you go full Tolkien with mountain ranges, rivers, and ancient trade routes, or do you sketch out a vague coastline and hope nobody asks how long it takes your characters to cross the continent?
By Georgia5 months ago in Writers
Dialogue Tags: Said Is Not Dead
“Good dialogue is invisible; bad dialogue waves its arms and screams.” Let’s talk about one of the most hotly debated topics in writing communities, especially if you hang around TikTok or writers’ forums: dialogue tags. You’ve seen it, right? The endless discourse about whether we’re allowed to use anything other than said. Spoiler: you are. But also… you don’t have to.
By Georgia5 months ago in Writers
The Right Now
What am I thinking? What's going on? Not a life update, but an answer to the unasked question: What's the writing situation?
By Ruby Red5 months ago in Writers
Will the Rapture Happen in September 2025?
I don’t know the day or the hour, but I feel the tremors in my spirit. Some say it cannot be this year. My spiritual father has taught wisely, reminding us that God’s timing is not bound to our calendars, that prophecy is not invalidated by delay. I honor him fully, his authority, his calling, his place in God’s order. Yet I cannot shake the sense that something is pressing close, nearer than we think, nearer than many dare to whisper.
By Test5 months ago in Writers
Writing as Escapism:
“We read to know we’re not alone. We write to create places where we never have to be.” Let’s be honest: most of us didn’t start writing because we thought we’d get rich or famous (though hey, I’m not saying no to a Netflix deal). We started because the real world was too much — or too little — and we needed somewhere else to go. Somewhere better. Somewhere we could control.
By Georgia5 months ago in Writers
How to Write Believable Villains in Fantasy
“Villains are just heroes of another story — with sharper knives and messier coping mechanisms.” Let’s face it: a boring villain is a fast track to a forgettable fantasy. You can have lush worldbuilding, lyrical prose, and swoony romantic tension — but if your villain is nothing more than a cardboard cutout cackling in a dark tower, your story loses its punch.
By Georgia5 months ago in Writers
Show vs. Tell: What It Really Means
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” — Anton Chekhov We’ve all heard it: Show, don’t tell. Writers are bombarded with this advice so often that it starts to sound like gospel. But let’s be honest — sometimes it feels vague, overly prescriptive, and downright confusing. What does it actually mean? Are you telling when you write, “She was sad”? Should you never tell anything, ever?
By Georgia5 months ago in Writers
Handwriting Was the Doorway.
When most people hear “handwriting analysis,” they think of a parlor trick. Popular culture hasn’t helped. Movies reduce it to a detective staring at squiggles on a page. Self-help books package it into “what your signature says about you.”
By Dr. Mozelle Martin5 months ago in Writers
It Worked Its Way Inside
I woke slowly, though I don’t remember falling asleep. My eyes peeled open into a darkness that wasn’t empty but thick, like tar. The air pressed down heavy, humming with something alive. For a moment, I thought it was only my own body — the pulse of blood in my ears, my heart pounding too violently.
By Irine Pipia5 months ago in Writers
Barefoot and Unbothered: A School Day’s End
The other day, the moment I heard the closing bell ring, I practically bolted. The school day was finally over, and I was ready to head home — my mind already shifting away from lesson plans and school duties. Thank God I wasn’t the teacher on duty that day. Sharp-sharp, I was halfway out the school gate when a small voice called from behind me.
By Israr khan5 months ago in Writers