there will always be a beauty to the act of writing and research. letting a machine "do the work" for me would be pointless and would take away from what makes it special. it would be soulless
in my happy place: at my desk writing 🥰
when god gives me insomnia, it means it's time to write
me when I find a new song that fits my wip exactly so now I have to listen to it on loop as I write until it loses all meaning
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MOODBOARD TOP ROW: a ringmaster figure looking down, acrobats swinging down with ropes, a swing carousel MIDDLE ROW: a carnival landscape with a big Ferris wheel in the center, the words “Escape if you can” with a solid black background, the hands of a clock BOTTOM ROW: a circus tent from an aerial view, a carousel, an acrobat figure wearing a tulle dress
MOODBOARD TOP ROW: clouds in the sky, hands submerged in milky white water with floating flowers, a shot of space showing stars and a supernova (I think 😅) MIDDLE ROW: hands beneath a white veil, hands holding a sphere of the moon, a person posing with their hands beneath a transparent veil BOTTOM ROW: a planet in space, walls decorated with gold and a matching gold chandelier, white candles burning
finally making the move over here, so here's a little bit of what I do!
I write dark, angsty books with lots of yearning and heartbreak
🎪: a fantasy thriller set in a ravenous carnival with a sinister ringmaster
🏛: a religious trauma-inspired fantasy where gods face death and hypocrisy
