stop what you're doing.
listen to me.
breathe.
it's okay to be overwhelmed at the idea of writing in your wip. it's okay to procrastinate. you have all the time in the world. it's okay to write in it months later, if you need that break, if you can't find inspiration.
stop stressing over your penmanship. it can be fixed. stop stressing over your word choice. that's what editing is for.
if your wip feels incomplete, don't start over. reread, plan, write. save the editing for after it's all on paper.
as writers, we often terrorize ourselves for not writing perfectly the first time. thing is, we don't realize that we're giving ourselves reason to stop writing. nothing you write will ever be perfect the first time, maybe not even the second time.
you just have to remember to breathe, come back to it later, and leave those worries behind.
Victorian Witch.
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Witch’s Spell Box by TheParlorApothecary
Witch’s bevarage
Kiyree Ta’Ire, shapeshifter, dryad, assassin
The earth beneath her paws was rough, covered in sticks and stones. It did not matter though. It was a welcoming sensation to finally feel the ground with all its shapes between her claw-spiked toes, to smell the moist earth, the bark of trees and their rustling leaves.
Her heart still raced inside her chest after she had chased a rabbit through the shrubs. For fun. Something Kiyree did not like but her wolf did. At times it was an odd thought that the wolf was a part of her, was who she was, and yet was so different to her. She loved the wolf though. Without her she would never be able to hear and smell and feel the nature like it was. Its beauty was limited even to her dryad senses.
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the connection a witch has with nature is undeniable.
it's incredible, feeling at peace inside a humid forest.
it's unexplainable, feeling the energy underneath the water when you reach through it's current.
the connection we have is inside of everything. the sunshine, the rain, the call of the wind, the fire that keeps us warm— both inside and out.
we come from nature. we must treat her with respect.