Anotheranonymousquill - Thinking Thoughts Again

(meme format from @dragon-in-a-fez, I used imgflip.com to add text)

The possibilities are endless.

reblog if you think it’s ok to have plushies at any age

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.

I adore the parallels between Peeta and Caesar. On that first interview night, Caesar saw someone who managed to get the crowd to their seat's edge in much the same way as he can. He's likely only seen that a few times in his career & that made something with this character in how he views and perceives Peeta.

While I theorise that he saw Peeta winning that whole thing on that very night, meeting him again & again in front of a camera was seeing a genius bounce off of another genius to watching a kid deteriorate in front of his eyes.

I think more than once before the war began, Caesar must have seen something in Peeta that resembled himself. There was this kid with so much talent and charisma that he could have given Caesar a run for it had he been born in the Capitol.

What did that do to Caesar? To look at a kid from the Districts and have that kid stare back? Did he recognise a younger version of himself in him—separated only by place of birth in how their chances played out? And how must it have felt to watch that mirror deteriorate in front of him?

The urge to start a whole new wip after reading a few books in a new genre...