The Most Frustrating Experience As A Writer Is Having A Clear Vision In Your Mind Of The Story You Want

The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.

Thinking about the fact someone I trust told me if the only reason I'm holding myself back from doing something I'm passionate about is my fear of failure then its time to do it scared.

Thinking about the fact someone I love reminded me worring about if people will judge me for my creations is a terrible reason not to tell a story I can't stop thinking about.

Thinking about the fact that they are right. Thinking about the fact that doing something you love is worth it regardless of what other people and your own doubts think.

Stopping my rambley train of thought there because I have a book to write. And I want to write it too much to listen to that voice of doubt and fear.

Somewhere in Gotham’s conspiracy circles and social media, there has to be a pretty rampant, unkillable theory that Alfred is Batman. Mysterious butler who has an army of young children to be Robins, all funded by Bruce Wayne.

Every time some news outlet seems to dismiss it or people forget, suddenly there's a clip of Alfred barely breaking a sweat as he disarms a mugger coming at Bruce Wayne, or expertly demonstrating a knife trick to a bored child during a company sponsored event.

Katniss and Peeta, so totally not spying on Gale and his wife from their house on purpose while they argue about who’s ruining family dinner at Haymitch’s:

“Would it kill you to just let us have one nice dinner?”

“He started it!”

“He’s old!”

Katniss or Peeta, take your pick:

“Oh wow, she’s laying into him!”

“Shut UP! They’ll hear us!”

Gale and his wife again:

“‘Have some respect, boy’ who does he think he is? My father? Please.”

“This is his house! And your mother is happy, can we please just enjoy our dinner? It isn’t our place to say anything on her choice in men.”

“Men? A man should be able to walk down the street without getting winded! He can’t even do that!”

Katniss and Peeta again:

“I mean, he does have a point”

“Shh!”

(Hehe, I posted it @vasilissadragomir ! It was just too funny!)

your fic made me realize that peeta saying "i'm here" can soothe both his and katniss' greatest fear.

peeta, who doesn't want to lose himself, going "i'm here" to keep himself grounded

katniss, who doesn't want to be alone, having peeta stroke her hair going "i'm here" to keep herself grounded

and in nights when it's hard for them to deal with their fears, this simple phrase from peeta's lips is enough to calm them both

anyway, uatl for the ages

NO WAit

STOP IT

why WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME

i’m so sad now don’t put this on me!! do not put the EMOTIONAL HAVOCK YOU HAVE WREAKED ON ME I CANT TAKE IT

also i love u

Life might be a tad rough sometimes. But at least I have my pintrest boards, wips, vaguely aesthetic Tumblr profile, and music.

Like sure, I'm frustrated. But also there is *aesthetic pretty things* for the required daily dopamine dosage.