1. Huh.

    Being home by myself is awesome but it also means that I get virtually nothing done, except the 5600 words I typed of my original work. I should have participated in NaNo this year, but I don’t think I could manage to be consistently productive.

    Maybe I should have worked on my fanfics but there’s just no. damn. inspiration.

    Ugh.

  2. "

    A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.

    A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom.

    The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn’t go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him.

    "
    Roald Dahl
  3. ianbrooks:

    Quotable Arts by Evan Robertson / Obvious State

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  4. for whyamipluto

    “Benji! DUNN! GET BACK HERE!” Kerry knew that shouting was fruitless, because Benji was chasing after Will and there was going to be no stopping him.

    Apparently Brandt had somehow managed to palm Dunn’s favourite bluetooth headset, and now they were running around the hotel lobby that they were supposed to be lying low in, like a pair of four year olds on a sugar rush. 

    Kerry sighed.

    “I’m going to put glitter in your shampoo bottles if you two don’t stop acting like such a pair of idiots!”

    And as per usual, they ignored her. It was almost enough to make her wish that the other two were here, but that would have probably just escalated things - Ethan had a bad habit of getting too rough with Benji and of course that got Will’s back up and led to their routine of pissing contests. 

    Eventually Will was persuaded to relinquish the headset, and Benji returned to the couch, slamming into it with enough force to almost dislodge Kerry and her laptop, while Will just calmly settled himself in the armchair opposite, picking up the gin and tonic that Kerry had ordered for herself and taking a generous swig.

    “Hey, hey! I’ll buy you another!” He raised one palm and put the drink back down when she glared at him over the computer screen, then, when the glare didn’t abate, picked the glass back up and drained it.

    “I’ll get you another one right now.” he amended, and the glare lessened.

    “Yes, you will.” she told him, before turning her attention back to the computer screen and batting Benji’s hands away from the keyboard.

    “Hey! Benji, you asked for my help, stop overwriting my changes!”

  5. My favourite thing about being a fan fiction writer

    is that if I ever need to feel better about myself, all I have to do is click on the ‘comments’ section and I have instant access to unfiltered mood-boosters.

    So, to everyone who reads my writing, I thank you. You make my life a happier one by taking the time to tell me how my work affects you.

    —Anna

About me

Mid-late twenties Eastern Time Zone (GMT +10) Australian female who tends to steal Husband’s clothes.

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Just so you’re aware, I'm a new mama as of April 20th, so there will be posts about baby related stuff, though I’ll try and keep those to a minimum because this is, really, a random fandom blog at its’ heart.

In the state of mind, it’s my own private suicide.

I don’t blame you for being you.

No, it’s not the last time, ‘cause I’ll never say no to you.

All night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep.

Want to know anything else? There’s an ask box up there for that.

--Anna

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