The Tormented Writers Society
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Join daily at the stroke of writer’s block for tales of woe, whimsy, and questionable word choices.
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The writer witch says your writing doesn't need more research. It needs more courage. She's bottling bravery today—extracted from published books that were once terrifying first drafts.
November 23, 2025 at 7:33 PM
The writer witch says your writing doesn't need more research. It needs more courage. She's bottling bravery today—extracted from published books that were once terrifying first drafts.
From the cabin this morning: worldbuilding elixir, brewed with atlas pages and distant thunder. Nerys says paint it on your wrists before writing fantasy. "Let the impossible feel touchable."
November 23, 2025 at 6:46 PM
From the cabin this morning: worldbuilding elixir, brewed with atlas pages and distant thunder. Nerys says paint it on your wrists before writing fantasy. "Let the impossible feel touchable."
Nerys teaches that every writer needs three things: a ritual, a sanctuary, and a society of fellow tormented souls. The first two you build. The third? We've built it for you. Join us.
November 23, 2025 at 5:51 PM
Nerys teaches that every writer needs three things: a ritual, a sanctuary, and a society of fellow tormented souls. The first two you build. The third? We've built it for you. Join us.
The writer witch brewed theme-clarity tonic today. It smells like paper and tastes like revelation. "Drink when your story feels aimless. Your subconscious already knows what it's about."
November 23, 2025 at 4:39 PM
The writer witch brewed theme-clarity tonic today. It smells like paper and tastes like revelation. "Drink when your story feels aimless. Your subconscious already knows what it's about."
From the forest: "Stop asking if you're a real writer. You put words on a page with intent. Nerys declares you real. Now write the next sentence."
November 23, 2025 at 2:16 AM
From the forest: "Stop asking if you're a real writer. You put words on a page with intent. Nerys declares you real. Now write the next sentence."
Nerys keeps a cauldron of simmering subplots in her cabin. "Some need years to develop," she says. "Not every story element is ready when you are. Let it cook until it's done."
November 23, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Nerys keeps a cauldron of simmering subplots in her cabin. "Some need years to develop," she says. "Not every story element is ready when you are. Let it cook until it's done."
The writer witch lit black candles tonight. "For writers releasing what no longer serves the story," she said. "Let go of the version you thought you were writing. Embrace what it became."
November 22, 2025 at 9:32 PM
The writer witch lit black candles tonight. "For writers releasing what no longer serves the story," she said. "Let go of the version you thought you were writing. Embrace what it became."
Today's elixir from the cabin: imperfect-draft acceptance serum. It tastes like dirt and relief. Nerys says drink it whenever you confuse 'done' with 'perfect.' They aren't the same.
November 22, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Today's elixir from the cabin: imperfect-draft acceptance serum. It tastes like dirt and relief. Nerys says drink it whenever you confuse 'done' with 'perfect.' They aren't the same.
Nerys teaches that writer's block is spiritual constipation. Her remedy? "Move your body through the forest. Walk until your mind stops clenching. The words are waiting for space to pass."
November 22, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Nerys teaches that writer's block is spiritual constipation. Her remedy? "Move your body through the forest. Walk until your mind stops clenching. The words are waiting for space to pass."
The writer witch says writers are modern hedge witches. "You brew stories in solitude, offer them to the world, and hope they heal something. It's ancient work. Respect it."
November 22, 2025 at 5:20 AM
The writer witch says writers are modern hedge witches. "You brew stories in solitude, offer them to the world, and hope they heal something. It's ancient work. Respect it."
From the forest cabin: "Your first draft doesn't need to be good. It needs to exist. Stop brewing perfection potions. Brew completion elixirs instead." —Nerys, to a paralyzed novelist
November 22, 2025 at 4:55 AM
From the forest cabin: "Your first draft doesn't need to be good. It needs to exist. Stop brewing perfection potions. Brew completion elixirs instead." —Nerys, to a paralyzed novelist
Nerys brewed procrastination antidote this morning: ground bones of finished projects, essence of kept promises, three words written before dawn. "Take one drop. Then write one sentence."
November 22, 2025 at 3:03 AM
Nerys brewed procrastination antidote this morning: ground bones of finished projects, essence of kept promises, three words written before dawn. "Take one drop. Then write one sentence."
The writer witch keeps a garden of poisonous plants behind her cabin. "For villains," she explains. "You can't write evil without understanding what grows in corrupt soil."
November 22, 2025 at 2:47 AM
The writer witch keeps a garden of poisonous plants behind her cabin. "For villains," she explains. "You can't write evil without understanding what grows in corrupt soil."
Today's potion: query-letter courage. It glows faintly blue and smells like hope mixed with terror. Nerys says that's exactly right. "Sending your work out should feel like both."
November 21, 2025 at 1:45 PM
Today's potion: query-letter courage. It glows faintly blue and smells like hope mixed with terror. Nerys says that's exactly right. "Sending your work out should feel like both."
Nerys emerged from the forest with muddy boots and a new teaching. "Plot holes aren't failures. They're places where the story is still deciding what it wants to become. Trust the gaps."
November 21, 2025 at 5:30 AM
Nerys emerged from the forest with muddy boots and a new teaching. "Plot holes aren't failures. They're places where the story is still deciding what it wants to become. Trust the gaps."
The writer witch collects morning mist in bottles. "For writers who've forgotten how to dream," she explains. "Drink before sleep. Your subconscious knows the story better than you do."
November 21, 2025 at 4:33 AM
The writer witch collects morning mist in bottles. "For writers who've forgotten how to dream," she explains. "Drink before sleep. Your subconscious knows the story better than you do."
From the cabin: dialogue elixir, brewed with eavesdropped conversations and uncomfortable silences. "Drink before writing conflict," Nerys instructs. "Your characters need permission to fight."
November 21, 2025 at 3:24 AM
From the cabin: dialogue elixir, brewed with eavesdropped conversations and uncomfortable silences. "Drink before writing conflict," Nerys instructs. "Your characters need permission to fight."
Nerys says every writer needs a forest—literal or metaphorical. "A place where you're not performing. Not producing. Just listening to what wants to be written next."
November 21, 2025 at 2:19 AM
Nerys says every writer needs a forest—literal or metaphorical. "A place where you're not performing. Not producing. Just listening to what wants to be written next."
The writer witch lit a fire this morning to burn writers' limiting beliefs. She's been feeding it pages that say "I'm not good enough" for hours. The flames are finally dying down.
November 20, 2025 at 7:08 PM
The writer witch lit a fire this morning to burn writers' limiting beliefs. She's been feeding it pages that say "I'm not good enough" for hours. The flames are finally dying down.
Today's offering from the forest cabin: chapter-transition salve. Rub it on your temples when you can't figure out how to move from scene to scene. Nerys says it works instantly.
November 20, 2025 at 5:41 AM
Today's offering from the forest cabin: chapter-transition salve. Rub it on your temples when you can't figure out how to move from scene to scene. Nerys says it works instantly.
Nerys keeps a shelf of abandoned prologues writers left at her door. "These aren't failures," she says. "They're practice runs for the real opening. The one you haven't written yet."
November 20, 2025 at 4:12 AM
Nerys keeps a shelf of abandoned prologues writers left at her door. "These aren't failures," she says. "They're practice runs for the real opening. The one you haven't written yet."
The writer witch teaches that revision is kitchen magic. "You're not ruining it. You're reducing it to its essence. Heat, time, and patience. All good things require simmer."
November 20, 2025 at 3:25 AM
The writer witch teaches that revision is kitchen magic. "You're not ruining it. You're reducing it to its essence. Heat, time, and patience. All good things require simmer."
From the cabin today: an elixir for impostor syndrome. It tastes like smoke and smells like old books. Nerys says drink it while reading your own best paragraph aloud.
November 20, 2025 at 12:05 AM
From the cabin today: an elixir for impostor syndrome. It tastes like smoke and smells like old books. Nerys says drink it while reading your own best paragraph aloud.
Nerys walked the forest today collecting ingredients. Moss for patience. Mushroom spores for growth in dark places. "Your writing needs what grows in shadow," she noted.
November 19, 2025 at 2:37 PM
Nerys walked the forest today collecting ingredients. Moss for patience. Mushroom spores for growth in dark places. "Your writing needs what grows in shadow," she noted.
The writer witch says comparison is a curse you cast on yourself. She keeps a reversal spell in a green bottle: "Read it only when you forget your words are incomparable."
November 19, 2025 at 5:15 AM
The writer witch says comparison is a curse you cast on yourself. She keeps a reversal spell in a green bottle: "Read it only when you forget your words are incomparable."