#jaynes thoughts

[venusjaynie]

jim halpert fics

full fics:

Newbie

summary: You're the newest employee, and also happen to be Dwight's sister. Jim doesn't realise how different Dwight and you are at first, but after being desk-mates for a whole day, he gets well-acquainted with you and is pleasantly surprised to learn that you're very different from your brother.

drabbles:

jim helps when you're anxiety comes out of nowhere

#jim halpert x reader #the office us #jayne writes #jaynes thoughts #jaynes asks #jim halpert #jim halpert fluff #jim halpert x fem!reader

[eulaliasims]

'Cause you kiss me and it stops time / And I'm yours, but you're not mine…'

Lily: Jayne, honey, can you turn down your breakup playlist? It's starting to make the rest of us sad, and by us, I mean me.

Jayne: Sorry. I'll find my headphones.

Lily: I know you're sad, and that's totally valid. But I just want to remind you that there are a lot of women out there who aren't Louise Cobb and who don't have commitment issues from, like, completely internalizing their parental drama.

Jayne: How do you even know about that?

Lily: Well, we were friends in school too. But also GreenwichCityGossiper on Twitter. She has aaaaaaall the old tea in her archives.

Jayne: Seriously, Lily?

Lily: Why, what were you reading during finals week instead of studying?

#an interlude between rounds #apparently I do this now #thoughts and prayers for this poor woman who has to live with Jayne's mopey butt now #TS2 #Middleground #Blanch #Jayne Blanch #Lily Donnelly

[slimepuppied]

thinking about gerri and emotion. one of the first interactions we have with her, that is more than her purely talking buisness is her talking about baird with roman, and she smiles and frowns but she doesn’t "push the emotional envelope", she has no reason to, he’s been dead for years, and she doesn’t expect roman to know or remember. it doesn’t really matter, so she remains stoic, she’s good at that, well practiced.

but later in their interaction, roman remarks how she has always been seen as stone cold, as a killer bitch. and her reaction isn’t negative, or at least she isn’t offended.

as we get to know gerri, we become more accustomed to her, and see more fondness in her displayed toward the kids. we see her unwind with alcohol ( that's a meta for later. )

gerri is always calculating, even when arguing with logan over the fbi visit she remains a voice of reason, raising her voice more likely so that it might be heard instead of out of frustration. ( though i have no doubt frustration plays a part in it. ) we get her again, cool headed but pissed when she calls frank a cowardly prick. still she keeps composure.

but in season four, when she's been fired we see a far more emotional reaction.

the word re-calibrating in regards to gerri and expressing emotion is so important, the way emotions become analytical. it is gerri dehumanizing herself, removing the nature of emotion, of feeling. she is compartmentalizing. she has to pick and choose what to display and how to display it. gerri doesn’t get to feel emotions for the sake of emotions. she can't afford to.

she’s a women in a man’s world, and if she cries or argues, she’s “too emotional.” if she doesn't respond, she's emotionless, she's "too cold." inhumane. and in the world of waystar, that's what's more important. that's what benefits her to be.

she waits until she is alone ( or at least until his eyes are off of her. ) to react. because she can cope.

it's worth noting, the two times she displays ( arguably ) the most emotion are both scenes involving roman, and the loss of her career. gerri notes in s3 that she avoids mess, that the downside to their situationship is that it would affect her job. but he is also one of the only people she's allowed behind 30 years of walls she's built around herself, someone she trusted. allied with who ultimately is the one to stick the knife in her back

( once for logan: her first firing is a punishment to roman, her original firing has nothing to do with her, it is essentially a corporate fridging. she is put on the chopping block because logan can't fire roman. )

the second time, is far more fascinating, because it has so little to do with her job, it has far more to do with personal relationships, ( though really with gerri those two things are one in the same. ) the uncorking of a bottle she's been shoving emotions into since dickpic gate. her own uncertainty of her footing in regards to roman, and his inability to cope with their particular situation. ( emotions from the "betrayal" at the end of s3, as well as her firing at con's wedding. betrayals on both ends. ) it comes to a head because she hurts him, and he retaliates. roman is told he isn't his father, and in return she is told she is not good at her job, the firing is a way to prove the point, to hammer it home.

gerri refuses emotion for the sake of her job, but when that is lost, or in the balance, she lose composure. waystar is so engraved in gerri that there is a certain level of uncertainty to losing it. what is gerri without waystar ? who is she if she isn't waystar royco's general counsel ? how much of her life has she thrown away for it to be ended by a spoiled brat playing king.

#gerri kellman #succession #succ posting . #hbo succesion #succession gerri #this doesn't make sense so don't look at it #but the thoughts are pinging around my head #like a windows screensaver #and it's just hit each corner #long post / #character study . #jayne writes .

[ghost0fjayne]

“who owns this pussy baby? hm?

say it again i can’t hear you…

louder…

aww what’s the matter baby, can’t speak with your mouth full?

yeah? no no no, don’t try and pull away from me, tell me again, who owns this pussy?

you’re gonna stay right here and choke on my dick until you tell me”

#ghost0fjayne #jayne writes #thinking thoughts

[ladyseidr]

jayne being openly a lesbian from like the the 70s onward is so important to me. one of her niblings comes out to her all worried-like and she's just more baffled that they thought she was straight. type of woman to walk in on william kissing his male partner and announce "it's cool i'm a lesbian" and just leave HFSDAFJDK

#☽—— ⸢ ooc ⸥ #.tbd. #f n a f / #something something her having always been clearly out & having even mentioned girlfriends in front of the kids #but they thought she meant Totally Platonic Girl space Friends #the idea of her just being floored they didn't know is kfsdhafhsadj #jayne vc: i literally brought my gf at the time to christmas eve dinner one year??

[myuntoldstory]

don't eat your spoon mary dear god

don't knock it 'til you try it 😋

#replies #jayne #surely you read that and also thought ulam #surely

[criminalmindsorwhatever]

Criminal Minds writers: Before Strauss dies she tells Hotch that she loves all her children equally so Hotch's profile in season 2 was wrong. Just a little inconsistency in the script, no one will notice :)

me, an intellectual: Hotch's profiles are never wrong. It was true that Strauss favored her son over her two daughters back then. But part of her personal growth while overcoming her alcohol addiction was that she stopped hating herself and feeling guilty for always putting her job before everything else and being carrer-driven and not a stay-at-home mom. She grew up in a conservative household and like most other women of her generation developed internalized misogyny and thus secretly always hated herself for being career-driven and felt guilty for not being at home with her children. Women with internalized misogyny favor their sons over their daughters because the relationships with their daughters trigger many of their own insecurities. This guilt and self-loathing eventually resulted in her alcohol addiction and when she was finally working on battling her addiction she had to deal with all those negative feelings towards herself and finally understood that having a more difficult relationship with her daughters as opposed to her son was the result of her own insecurities and the way she perceived herself as a bad mother (at one point in the show she says that being a working mom comes with 'sacrifices'). This development can also be seen in her relationship with Blake. She destroyed Blake's career to save her own so she obviously didn't have a problem with torpedoing another woman in order to save herself. After overcoming her alcohol addiction she wants to make amends and expresses regret over what she did to Blake. She admits that she treated another woman poorly and wants to make it up to her. Hotch's profile was never wrong but Strauss needed to work on her own insecurities and feelings of guilt and her internalized misogyny in order to be able to have a healthy and harmonic relationship with her daughters and not pass her issues on to them.

#thanks for coming to my ted talk #i have so many thoughts about strauss #so many #criminal minds #erin strauss #jayne atkinson #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson

[farahsamboolents]

Fuck Hawkins, Am I Right?

AKA, a little Steve get’s Vecna’d ficlet that got stuck in my head but I won’t be writing the rest of, so if anyone else wants to take it up you are free to, with credit of course :)

It was 1990.

During the school year, Steve Harrington was your everyday, boring middle school counsellor in training who coached the basketball team. It was a nice gig; the kids loved him, the parents were fond of him, and he got along with most of the staff members at Hawkins Middle, save for old Mrs. Montgomery, who had never quite forgiven him for kicking a hole in the wall when he was trying to show off a handstand.

In her defence, the hole was poorly patched up and still visible, all these years later.

In Steve’s defence, he was twelve.

Now, it was late August, the school year was scheduled to start in a week, which meant that Steve’s summer job as a roadie for Corroded Coffin was coming to an end.

He’d been doing this since 1986, which was their first “tour” - which really meant stuffing the band plus Steve into Gareth’s mom’s minivan and driving to Indianapolis, Chicago, and then one insufferably long drive to Knoxville. They had played in stuffy basements, bars that had surely never even heard of a fire code, and once, in the middle of a public park.

(That last one was just to piss off Steve, who was complaining that there was nothing to do on the way to Knoxville. Surprisingly, the stunt was a hit among the local metalheads, and word travelled fast. Their Knoxville show ended up being a huge turning point for their career.)

In the beginning, the tour was brief, and the band spent most of it being grumpy and bickering with one another in the back of a cramped van.

This year, the tour had barely begun before Steve had to make his way back to small-town Indiana for his normal boring job. Corroded Coffin scheduled shows in the neighbouring cities so that Steve could just hop off the bus at whichever one he found more convenient, and would continue the tour without him.

Hawkins, Indiana still refused to book Corroded Coffin at any of their venues. Not since 1986.

Perhaps it was because they had a song called Fuck Hawkins. It was their shortest song, and it was entirely acapella.

It went:

Fuck Hawkins!

Fuck the tigers!

Fuck off Hawkins!

Fuck you, tigers!

And then Eddie Munson, who had proudly written the song, would play the guitar riff to the next song on the setlist.

This year was their biggest year yet. Instead of the vans that they usually rented (Gareth’s mom had never forgiven them for the state they returned her car in) they had their own tour bus.

The rest of the bus (the rest of the band, their single other roadie, their manager, and an agent) found it hilarious that they were currently driving in the direction of Hawkins, and were chanting Fuck Hawkins from the small living space of the back of the bus. Steve, who was driving, grinned at their antics, occasionally pumping a fist in the air when he didn’t need both hands on the wheel.

“The whole thing is Fuck Hawkins, right?” asked the other roadie, who went by Owl, due to her large round eyes that rarely blinked. She liked stealing the front seat whenever it was free, fascinated by the open roads ahead.

“Mhm.” Said Steve, around the donut he was eating for breakfast.

“So why the fuck are we going to Hawkins?” said Owl. The rest of the bus cheered in agreement. Steve was pretty sure half of them were still drunk from the night before.

Steve shrugged. “I live there.” He said, crumbs falling out of his mouth. “Besides, I’m the only one going to Hawkins, I’m hitching a ride from the next town over.”

“What the fuck for, Shrinks?”

Steve shrugged again. “Can’t let the place fall apart without me.” He flipped the turn signal, and angled the bus to the exit ramp. Traffic was painfully slow.

The group in the back booed at him, and picked back up their chant of Fuck Hawkins.

Eddie sidled up next to Owl, slinging an arm around Steve’s shoulder, ignoring his protests of I’m driving, Munson.

“Ol’ Shrinksy’s got a point, Owl.” He said. “Without him around, the town has a bad habit of accusing random folks of murder.”

“That happened with me around.”

“Don’t hurt your own case, Steve.”

Steve rolled his eyes and took another bite of his donut.

“Point is,” continued Eddie, “this one can’t resist helping out the little guys who get stuck in a bad situation. And the entirety of Hawkins is a bad situation.”

“You got that right.” Muttered Steve darkly.

“Aww,” Cooed Owl, “We’ve got ourselves a regular ol’ superhero on our hands.”

Steve and Eddie shared a look and burst out laughing. Owl rolled her eyes.

Everyone in the bus, save for Steve and Eddie, speculated that Steve and Eddie were secretly SteveandEddie (or, rather, ShrinksandEddie). The pair of them denied it, citing how bad of an idea it would be to date a coworker, but their little in-jokes and secretive looks from across rooms or venues didn’t help them sell it.

The bus slowly drove past a sign that said that Hawkins was fifty miles away. The chant in the back increased in volume.

Cleo, their manager, began protesting the noise, saying hadn’t the joke gotten at least a little bit old by now, so the chant increased in volume even more. Steve was even shouting it from the front seat, an upgrade from his usual head nods to the beat.

Eddie sauntered to the back, stomping to the beat of the chant as he sang along.

Cleo buried her head under a pillow.

Owl was headbanging as she chanted.

Everyone was so caught up in hooting and hollering that nobody noticed when the wheels of the bus left the pavement and began driving on grass.

It was much harder to ignore the crunch as the front of the bus crumpled against a tree.

The chanting stopped immediately. Cleo flew to her feet, immediately taking a headcount of occupants. Thankfully, the bus had been moving at a snail’s pace with the flow of traffic, so the worst injury appeared to be Jeff’s hot coffee spilling down his front.

Until Eddie started screaming.

“Steve!” He was shouting, “Steve Harrington, you motherfucker, don’t you fucking dare do this to me right now!” His voice was pitched up into a panicked shriek.

Cleo rushed to the front, where Eddie was now frantically digging through the bag Steve kept by the driver’s seat as he continued telling Steve to stop. She held up a hand to everyone else to encourage everyone else to stay back.

Steve was sat perfectly still, hands still on the 10 and 2 position on the wheel. Every muscle in his body was tensed, and his eyes were rolled back in his head, eyelids fluttering.

The bus was still trying to move forward into the tree, and Cleo looked down to see that Steve’s foot was still on the pedal. She pushed past Eddie to shove his foot. It was annoyingly hard to move; the guy went jogging whenever he was stressed, so his tensed up muscles were really not working in her favour.

“Ohthankfuck!” Said Eddie, pulling something out of the bag.

“Is it seizure medication?!” Yelled Cleo, finally pushing Steve’s foot off the pedal. “Has he had seizures before? And you let him drive!”

Eddie ignored her, and Cleo turned around to find him fiddling with the stereo on the bus.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” She yelled. “Now is not the fucking time, Munson!”

The opening notes to some poppy song that Cleo didn’t recognize began playing through the speakers at the same time that a concerned citizen was knocking on the doors of the bus to ask if they were okay.

“What the fuck!” Screamed Owl over the music, “How’s he doing that!”

Cleo whipped her head back to Steve, who was -

Steve was -

How -

“No no no no no!” Screamed Eddie, leaping to his feet and reaching up to grab Steve’s hand.

Cleo found herself frozen, crouched next to the driver’s seat, staring up at Steve. His head was now pushed up against the ceiling of the bus, flattening his voluminous hair.

“Steve please, please wake up, please,” Eddie was sobbing now, barely audible over the inappropriately happy pop song blaring through the speakers. His face was shining with tears.

Steve’s arm bent at the elbow, pulling itself out Eddie’s grasp. His hand was trembling.

“Steve wake up, wake up, we’re all here, we all want you back!” Screamed Eddie, desperation cracking his voice. He was grabbing Steve’s foot now, hugging it to his chest.

Owl was screaming her head off. Jeff was repeating what the fuck over and over again at an increasing volume.

And then, as if he were a marionette with its strings cut, Steve came crashing back down, crumpling to the floor on top of Eddie, gasping desperately for air. The foot that Eddie hadn’t been clutching collided harshly with Cleo’s shoulder on the way down, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Eddie pushed himself to a sitting position, gathering Steve into his arms, hands desperately moving from his head, to his back, to his arms, to his legs - presumably checking for injuries, or checking that he was still there, still real. He was pressing his mouth into Steve’s hair and face as he did, kissing him wherever he could reach in between panicked sobs.

The rest of the bus was hovering just behind where Cleo sat, still frozen next to the driver’s seat.

Steve finally raised his head from where it was buried in Eddie’s chest, directing his bloodshot eyes to his audience before making eye contact with Eddie, who had finally stopped sobbing, but was still breathing heavily and sniffling.

“Fuck Hawkins, am I right?” Said Steve, weakly.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #if i continued writing it i'd be writing cleo as a trans lady btw #i was listening to Jayne County as i wrote it if that helps you contextualize #and I named her after Amerikan Cleopatra #for the record i wasn't paying too too much attention to the lyrics i just heard the name and thought it was pretty #Amboolents Originals #Farah's Fic #Amboolents Fic

[astral-athame]

"I can’t stop thinking about you.” (from Jayn)

@dhampiravidi

The whole situation was... complicated. Cass was dating Caleb. Jayn was dating Pogue. Caleb and Pogue were clearly in love with each other, but they also loved their girlfriends? And Cass and Jayn had had... a moment. Or two. Or three. Nothing crazy just brushes of fingers and exchanged glances. Then there was that almost kiss a couple days ago...

Caleb was out for the moment. He wouldn't be home for another couple of hours at least. But Cass had still come over early, anyway. Partly because she really did want some help studying for that upcoming history exam (she and Pogue had been studying together, but he had work tonight and they wouldn't get a chance to study together again until tomorrow morning just a few hours before the test). Mostly, though, it was because she'd wanted to see Jayn. She wanted to talk this out, to figure out what was going on, what they should do. Her head had been swimming and she felt... confused.

But she didn't jump straight into asking Jayn about things. She was trying to play it cool, act like that almost-kiss had never even happened. Maybe Jayn wasn't thinking about it nearly as much as she was, after all. Or maybe Jayn just wanted to pretend that it hadn't happened. Cass didn't know because she had apologized and... left. With her heart thrumming so hard in her chest that she thought she might pass out, she had just left. It wasn't fair to Caleb, after all, that she was developing feelings for Jayn, too.

Here she was now, though, with a large set of flashcards she and Pogue had made together, a notebook, a pen, her laptop, sitting on Jayn's bed. And the studying did happen for a while, mostly uninterrupted. Until a long lull in the conversation turned things awkward and, finally, Jayn caught her with words Cass hadn't been expecting to hear.

"I can't stop thinking about you."

Cassia felt her breath catch in her throat, and for a long moment she kept her eyes focused down on her notebook, as if she was still studying the page. Nothing was sticking in her head but those 6 words, though. She might as well have been staring straight through the paper and ink, burning a hole right into the notebook, maybe even through to Jayn's sheets.

"I-" What should she say? The truth was what Jayn had given her, but Cassia wasn't sure what to do with it. Act on it and break Caleb's heart? Dismiss it and lose Jayn completely? Or was there some secret third option that she wasn't thinking of?

It took her a few more moments before she finally gathered her voice and answered back. The least she could do, she supposed, was answer back with the truth. Work her way from there. "Jayn... I can't stop thinking about you, either..." It was the reason she'd been "too busy" the last 2 days to spend time with her or with Caleb. In fact, she'd essentially ducked away from their whole friend group for those couple of days, feeling guilty for what hadn't even happened. "I don't know what to do..." She finally admitted, voice small, the confusion and concern heavy.

#( bien que les étoiles ne parlent pas même en étant silencieux ils crient ⋆｡°✩ ) replies #((Cass over here not even thinking about a polyamory situation yet so she's just confused about things ^^;)) #((She's also worried about saying too much and accidentally confessing to having feelings for Jayn that she's still not convinced #Jayn will return ^^; So she's just... keeping her thoughts quiet. at least at first xD)) #dhampiravidi #( Jayn and Cassia )

[conheaded-a]

trans connor is something that can be so personal —

#i have thoughts #maybe i’ll share them #maybe i won’t #anyway jayne says trans connor rights #i’m hitting him with the trans stick #you can’t stop me 💕✨

[venusjaynie]

sturniolo triplets masterlist

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christopher sturniolo:

oneshots:

coming soon...

snaps:

snaps from bf!chris

your story if chris was your bf

texts:

coming soon...

matthew sturniolo:

oneshots:

coming soon...

snaps:

your story if matt was your bf 2

snaps from bestie matt (but he's lowkey in love w you) part 2

texts:

coming soon...

nicolas sturniolo:

oneshots:

coming soon...

snaps:

coming soon

texts:

coming soon...

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolos #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader #sturniolo snaps #sturniolos x reader #sturniolo texts #chris sturniolo snaps #chris sturniolo texts #jayne writes #jaynes asks #jaynes thoughts

[notstilinski]

so besties do we all agree that dr. stanton was either one of the kids from the paragon if not athena herself? hmm ??

#the midnight club spoilers #i thought that the weird healthy lady was going to be one of the kids #and that stanton was maybe the girl that was 'healed' #like i wasn't technically surprised that the health lady was the jayne girl #but i just /know/ the doctor lady is athena . i can feel it in my bones .

[slimepuppied]

some of my gerri headcanons :

She grew up in Kentucky. The sort of upper middle class where she didn’t have to worry about much of anything. Her accent is long faded, she made an effort since Highschool to lose it.

She hasn’t spoken to her family in a long while. She went no contact halfway through university and hasn’t looked back.

Baird Kellman was twice Gerri’s age truther.

Gerri loved Baird, truly and fully. She wouldn’t have married him if she didn’t. The Waystar executive floor is full of rumors about her marrying him to climb the ladder because it was very apparent that Gerri has always loved her work more. They were very much the same in that regard.

Gerri didn’t want to be a mother. She has never been particularly fond of children and maternal instinct didn’t come naturally to her. At the time she and Baird got married and started talking about children her career was in its infancy, and there was an underlying anxiety that being a mother would kill it. She had no interest in children originally, ( This is not to say she regrets having them, she doesn’t. She loves her girls and if given the choice to do it again she would. ) and only really started connecting with the girls after they had moved out and started making lives for themselves.

To add to that: she wasn’t a good mother. While not abusive the way Logan was with the Roy kids, but she was neglectful. Our girl is a textbook workaholic. She missed many of the girls milestones and important childhood functions ( sports events, dance recitals, competitions. ) This was never done with malicious intent but it was extremely noticeable.

#my girlie is awful and i love her anyway #I can keep going — #I have so many thoughts about her #jayne writes .

[eulaliasims]

Jayne: You dooooon't like Cobb. You don't like Louise Cobb. She's annoying! You like Harper, and soccer practice, and parties, and why do I keep thinking about her?

Considering she acts like she's Gilbert Blythe pulling your pigtails, good question.

He's also still fuming over whatever this was about.

Lina: Have you considered chilling out a little? Anger is bad for your heart. And skin. It says so right here.

Jayne: Shut up and read your weird psychology books, Lee.

Lina: You first!

#Jayne: ugh no Cobb is so annoying #also Jayne: *slams hand on desk* who doodled Louise Cobb's name in hearts all over my notebooks while I wasn't paying attention?? #Lina wanted to learn Couple's Counseling which I thought was cute #so she's been working on that between school and work #TS2 #Middleground #Blanch #Jayne Blanch #Lina Blanch

[halechief]

“i love crowds.” from jayne mallory / @sanityclaws

@sanityclaws / jayne mallory.

❝  is that so? ❞ there's a smile offered, a slight note of surprise in her tone which she endeavors to smooth in her continuation. ❝  that's interesting . . . so often you hear the opposite. does this sort of thing appeal to you, then?  ❞ her glance traces away to implicate the open space of the ballroom they stand in, edged with tables that now boasted varying degrees of occupation. a great deal of the attendees had already gravitated toward the center, taking up partners to the tune of the band. ( the glance is partially a means to locate christopher, too, and she finds him easily enough, the back of his head easy to pluck from the rest. he appears to be working, which seems uncalled for on a night they are supposed to be celebrating, but then, he was more driven than most. ) she turns back to jayne, and perhaps in direct result of her findings, angles her body more to face him. ❝  i'm so glad to finally be meeting, by the way . . . christopher speaks very highly of you.   ❞

#newsworth #had a thought and a feeling that i wanted to use my bigger icons bc i can see More of Her #anyways #not that you're gonna have jayne icons i think #but just in case #( answered. ) #sanityclaws #whicheva verse #claire upon finding chris working at a function #alright. i guess i'll entertain your boyfriend

[baroque-hashem]

Some writing advice/encouragement that I’ve learned in my time as a writer and an editor:

• If an editor rejects your work, that doesn’t mean your work is bad. Don’t assume you suck just because someone said no. I really want beginning writers to hear this because I needed to hear this when I started out. When I begin working on submissions for the literary journal I work for, I’m staring down hundreds of submissions, all by unknowns, with no clue where to start. We can only publish a certain amount, we can’t publish every piece we’re sent, so I have to make choices. Which story? The story that usually gets accepted, if it’s a toss up, is the one that tells an interesting story. More so than craft, a story I’ve never heard before will hook me every time. If a story is well written, but I’ve got a decision to make and I’ve read something like it before or it’s just not an interesting story, then I’ll pass. This is totally subjective! I get that, and so should every writer. 90% of the publishing world literally lives off of subjectivity. The greats didn’t get published because they’re better than everyone else. They get published because someone in some lucky position likes their stuff.

• All of your sentences might be beautiful, but are they all necessary? A good story can suffer under the weight of excess sentences. Find the load bearing sentences in your story, keep those, and cut the rest. Keep only the bare necessities of the story. It will make your writing stronger, tighter, and just more appealing to editors and readers. Trust me, the people reading your stories will thank you. I know I would.

• Just because you write a bad story, doesn’t mean you’re a bad writer. We all write the occasional clunker that misses the target. It’s not the end of the world. Trust me. We all have those days. Take a breather, have some tea, and then…. Write another story.

• There is always more to learn. I published my first work at 17, I’m 23 now, and I can say I still have lots of room for improvement. I still write shit on lots of days. Do not be afraid to constantly educate yourself, improve your writing, ask questions, learn from other writers and editors and friends. We can always get better, but if we’re not getting better, we might be getting worse.

Let me know if y’all have any more questions. Send me an ask and I’ll try to answer it in a timely fashion.

Love you all,

Jayne <3

#thoughts on writing #writing advice #writing #encouragement #advice #ask Jayne #editing #books #short stories #fiction #text post #thoughts #feel free to reblog