August 2025 MSWL Roundup: What Literary Agents Want in Sci-Fi & Fantasy

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Querying season is upon us. If your manuscript is chaos and your vibe is ✨panicked hope✨, welcome…. you’re in the right place.

If you thought July’s MSWL rundown had some juicy tidbits, wait ‘til you see what agents are craving this month. Diversity? Yes. Emotionally resonant speculative fiction? Double yes. Manuscripts that won’t break their inboxes with 180K word counts? Be still my querying heart.

I’ve combed through the latest wishlists and agent updates to bring you the highlights from August 2025 aka what literary agents want in August 2025. Whether you’re writing for middle graders, emotionally feral teens, or jaded adults trying to cram a trilogy into one cursed Google Doc, here’s what literary agents are thirsting after in sci-fi and fantasy this month:


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If your story has swords, longing, and one morally gray love interest with a tragic past… you’re in peak romantasy territory.

Middle Grade (MG)

1. Miriam Cortinovis (KI Agency)

Miriam is open to upper MG speculative fiction and especially loves stories with small-town magic, multiverse adventures, fairy-tale echoes, and emotionally rich storytelling. She’s actively seeking BIPOC, LGBTQAI+, and disabled voices in both fantasy and sci-fi.

Trend Watch:

Genre-blended MG is hot, think magical realism mysteries, environmental fantasy, and character-driven quests


High-concept? Check. Emotionally devastating? Double check. Inclusive speculative fiction is here to rule your TBR and your feels.

Young Adult (YA)

1. Miriam Cortinovis (KI Agency)

Miriam is seeking YA speculative fiction with gothic quests, queer fairy-tale retellings, and romantic multiverse drama that packs emotional depth. She loves stories that blend genres and center inclusive, emotionally driven narratives.

2. Amanda Elliott (P.S. Literary)

Amanda wants romantasy dripping in chemistry and immersive worldbuilding. She’s also on the lookout for speculative romance that leans into genre structure, as well as horror with polish and a strong emotional undercurrent.

Trend Watch:

Emotional inclusivity and big-hearted fantasy are still reigning. YA readers want swoon, stakes, and depth… not necessarily in that order, but ideally all at once.


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Near-future. Slightly broken. Emotionally devastating. Welcome to the golden age of smart sci-fi.

New Adult / Adult

1. Miriam Cortinovis (KI Agency)

Miriam is open to high-concept sci-fi and fantasy that spans romantic, historical, urban, and speculative subgenres. She’s particularly excited about space heists, AI drama, and dystopias with soul… especially if they bend genres and break hearts.

2. Amanda Elliott (P.S. Literary)

Amanda continues her reign as queen of emotional genre fiction. She’s looking for romantasy with swoon-worthy characters and detailed worldbuilding, speculative romance that punches hard, and grounded sci-fi that still delivers on emotional impact.

3. Samantha Wekstein (TL Agency)

Samantha is seeking concise, standalone adult sci-fi and fantasy under 100K words. If it’s sharp, emotionally impactful, and doesn’t demand a five-book commitment, she wants to see it.

4. Rebecca Matte (Bradford Literary)

Rebecca is craving Afro-Caribbean and anti-colonial fantasy that centers cultural richness and mythic weight. She’s also drawn to D&D-style epic quests and urban fantasy grounded in modern real-world settings.

5. Diana M. Pho (Erewhon Books)

Diana is scouting near-future sci-fi, Afrofuturism, climate collapse narratives, cyberpunk angst, and time travel stories. She’s especially interested in big-concept speculative fiction where the setting, especially a city, functions like a character in its own right.

Trend Watch:

Agents want emotional resonance and intellectual depth. Diverse perspectives, tight plots, and self-contained arcs are hot and your sprawling 3-book arc might want to consider a prequel novella first.


Before we dive into dragon kisses and post-apocalyptic despair, here’s what’s dominating the sci-fi and fantasy manuscript wish list right now:

Top 3 Genres Trending This Month

1. Romantasy

Fantasy with emotional and romantic stakes (plus probably one morally gray love interest with a tragic backstory). Agents want chemistry, magic, and immersive worlds that hurt so good and possibly ruin your sleep schedule.

2. Inclusive Speculative Fiction

BIPOC, queer, aro/ace, and disabled protagonists navigating magical chaos and space capitalism. The more emotional damage and identity vibes, the better… trauma arcs welcome.

3. Future-Forward Sci-Fi

Climate collapse, cyberpunk dystopias, and time-loop nightmares (bonus if it makes the reader question their existence). Must balance intellect with heart… smart and devastating is the new black.


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Your manuscript’s weird. Your word count is bold. It’s your turn to query — gremlins and all.

Final Thoughts from a SFF Chaos Gremlin

Let’s be real: August’s wishlist isn’t asking for easy genre tropes. These agents want bold, diverse, and intentionally crafted stories that don’t just entertain… they mean something.

So whether you’re conjuring cities-as-characters or penning queer starship mutinies, don’t be afraid to write weird, write tight, and write with your whole unhinged heart. Especially if you’re querying agents for sci-fi and fantasy this fall.

When in doubt? Space heist. Or cursed library. Or emotionally compromised assassin with a pet crow. Look, we don’t make the rules, we just write like gremlins with deadlines.


Agree with the trends? Have a spicy take on what should be on this month’s MSWL? Drop your thoughts, your favorites, or your chaos-fueled pitches in the comments… because we’re all in this querying mess together.

August 2025 Fiction Trends: Romance, Climate Collapse, and the Rise of Smut-Lit With Feelings

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What better way to dive into August’s fiction trends than with a good book, a purring cat, and enough tea to rival your TBR?

Since we’ve already covered what literary agents wanted for July (and stay tuned for our August MSWL roundup, link coming soon), August is the month where we ask, “Okay, but what are people actually reading right now?” Spoiler: it’s not your half-finished space opera about caffeinated goats (sorry, me). The fiction world is on fire in more ways than one and yes, that includes both cli-fi and books that could set off the office smoke alarm.

We scoured bestseller lists, industry roundups, BookTok buzz, and more to pull together top book recs for each trend in this post. so whether you’re looking to bulk up your TBR pile or just love knowing what’s hot, there’s something here for you. Some links may be affiliate links, but no pressure… they just help fuel my tea stash and cozy sock collection.

So, whether you’re querying, publishing, or just procrastinating on your edits by calling it “research,” here’s your roundup of what’s trending in fiction this August, complete with a dash of snark, a sprinkle of chaos, and a whole lot of bookish love.


What Are the Top Fiction Trends in August 2025?

Romantasy Still Owns the Throne

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Romantasy is still ruling hearts in August 2025… magic, longing, and dragon lit castles included.

Lovers. Magic. Betrayal. Monsters. Spicy wingspan content. It’s the genre that refuses to chill and we love her for it. From dragons to dark academia, romantasy remains the blueprint. Especially if it’s queer. Extra points if it started as fanfic.

Trending tropes:

  • Forced proximity in a magical castle
  • Enemies to lovers but with trauma bonding
  • Soft boys with devastating secrets and killer jawlines

Top Romantasy Picks:


From Fanfic to Front Shelf

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From bedroom fanfic to bestselling romance, these stories are no longer hiding in the drafts folder.

Raise your hand if your favorite book was secretly Dramione with the serial numbers filed off. You’re not alone. Publishers are finally realizing fanfic writers have range, and readers? They’re here for it. These stories are raw, passionate, and not afraid to be messy.

Shoutout to:


Cli-Fi is Hot (Literally)

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When the world is on fire (literally), cli-fi reminds us there’s still beauty and maybe even love on the horizon.

Turns out the end of the world makes great reading material. Climate fiction is gaining momentum as readers look for escapism with just enough realism to make them uncomfortable in a productive way. Think hopeful dystopia meets eco-witchcore.

Plot moodboards:

  • “The bees are dying and so are we, but there’s a love story”
  • Apocalyptic desert romance with found family and a suspiciously magical cactus

Top Cli-Fi Picks:


Smut-Lit, But Make It Emotional

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Spice? Yes. But also feelings, blushes, and candlelit intimacy. Emotional smut-lit is having a moment.

We are officially past the “just spice” era. Now it’s erotica with feelings, prose with depth, and awkward-but-relatable consent convos. Call it what you want, literary erotica, character-driven smut, or just a good time, we’re all reading it. Loudly. On public transit.

What’s working:

  • Queer desire across all identities
  • Messy, unfiltered vulnerability in relationships
  • Aesthetic covers that whisper “yes, it’s steamy but also art”

Top Smut-Lit Picks:


Literary Fiction is Having a Smart Girl Summer

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Literary fiction in August 2025? Big thoughts, cozy chairs, and enough layers to make your English Lit professor proud.

Big feelings, deep thoughts, and a word count that demands snacks. This is the fiction for when you want to feel something and also remind yourself that your English Lit degree wasn’t in vain.

Top shelf names this month:


Books Are Pretty Now

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Books are officially ✨ art ✨ now. Sprayed edges, foiled spines, and collector covers are taking over August 2025 shelves.

Sprayed edges. Foil embossing. Textured spines. Your bookshelf wants to be Instagram-famous and honestly? Same. Collectible editions are everywhere, and you will buy the same book three times. We all do it. It’s tradition.

Top Pretty Editions to Drool Over:


Final Thoughts from a Trend-Watching Gremlin

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The gremlin has spoken. Drop your favorite August reads (or chaos-fueled trend recs) in the comments — your turn!

If you’re trying to stay on top of fiction book trends for August 2025, you’re not alone and there’s so much out there it’s basically a literary theme park.

Listen, I know trends come and go. But August feels like a buffet of everything: romance, angst, heatwaves, and heartbreak. Whether you write, read, or just lovingly pet your TBR pile while crying softly… there’s a place for you here.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a cli-fi romantasy fanfic about cursed librarians and magically induced lust to write. Because someone has to. And it might as well be me.


Agree with my picks? Think I missed a must-read? Drop your favorite August reads (or the best new books August 2025 has to offer) (or trends you’re loving) in the comments… I’d love to hear what’s on your TBR pile too!

The Perils of the Pen: Real Problems Only Writers Understand

A wide-eyed writer in pink striped pajamas sits cross-legged on a bed, surrounded by books, notes, and a glowing cup of tea. Behind her, a wall is covered in pinned plot notes, and a black cat lounges nearby, watching her work. Sunlight filters through cozy curtains in a book-filled room.
When inspiration strikes… in the middle of a mess, three plot twists, and a cat nap. Just another day in the writer life.

Ah, writing. That noble art of bleeding onto the page, fueled by caffeine, chaos, and the occasional existential crisis. From the outside, it looks whimsical… typewriters, cozy cafés, and leather bound notebooks. But inside? It’s a swirling storm of self-doubt, wild imagination, and the eternal question: “Did I save that draft?”

Let’s pull back the curtain and talk about the truth. Here are the real challenges (and secret joys) of being a writer… with sass, sympathy, and a few cat hairs thrown in.

“What do you do all day?”

Let’s start with the classic. You tell someone you’re a writer and they either ask what your real job is or assume you spend your days sipping lattes and waiting for inspiration to arrive like it’s an Uber Eats order.

Reality: We’re researching medieval plumbing, rewriting the same paragraph for three hours, and emotionally recovering from a one-star Goodreads review we weren’t supposed to read (but totally did).

Also, our web browsing history could make the FBI blush and call in backup. Because yes, we needed to know how long it takes a body to decompose in a swamp and the tensile strength of spider silk. It’s called research, Karen.

Effect: Professional guilt. You always feel like you should be writing. Even at weddings. Even while sick. Even while binge-watching a show for research purposes.


Plot Bunnies Are Real (and They Bite)

Writers don’t just have ideas, we have too many. They multiply like rabbits. You’ll be working on a serious piece of literary fiction, and suddenly your brain says, “What if dragons ran a bakery?” And just like that, your outline is on fire and your protagonist now has scales and a sourdough starter.

Effect: Chronic distraction. Also an ever-growing document labeled “Misc Ideas DO NOT OPEN.” (We open it. Every time.) Our desks are littered with notebooks that don’t fit in our bags, our purses carry pens like they’re talismans, and the walls are covered in slips of paper pinned with plot twists from three different stories… none of which we’re currently working on.

A tired-looking writer in a pink sweater stares blankly at her laptop, surrounded by glowing, fluffy bunnies that float around a cluttered writing desk. Notes and papers swirl through the air as more sticky notes cover the corkboard behind her.
Plot bunnies don’t just multiply… they riot. And apparently, they bring glitter.

Your Personal Life? What Personal Life?

You cancel plans because you’re “on a roll” and then sit in front of your screen crying because the roll never showed up. You forget how to talk to non-fictional people. And if someone interrupts a good writing flow, may the muses have mercy on their soul.

Effect: Strained relationships with friends, partners, and delivery drivers who witness your descent into hoodie-clad madness. Your characters become your best friends. And yes, you’ve argued with them. Out loud.

On the flip side, the friends who stick around? They learn to never ask, “So how’s the writing going?” unless they’re prepared for an unsolicited, 20-minute download of plot drama, character profiles, and existential rants about timeline inconsistencies. Bless their patient, story-supporting hearts.


Pets Are Both Your Muse and Your Menace

Cats will nap across your keyboard. Dogs will stare at you like you’ve betrayed them for not going outside. Ferrets will steal your pens. Your pet is either the reason you’re writing or the reason you haven’t written in three days.

Effect: 80% of your photos involve a sleeping animal and an open notebook. The other 20% are screenshots of something you wrote while being guilt-tripped by puppy eyes. And let’s be honest, more often than not, those furry freeloaders end up as characters or get cheeky references in your work. Every good writer has at least one fictional animal sidekick inspired by their real life chaos goblin.

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Your plot isn’t the only thing demanding attention. Meet the true editors: distraction and derp.

That One Glorious Line Makes It Worth It

Despite the chaos, the imposter syndrome, the draft that looks like it was written by a sleep-deprived raccoon… there’s magic. That one sentence that lands perfectly. That reader who messages you to say your words meant something. That moment when your characters surprise you.

Effect: Pure, unfiltered joy. And the strength to open that doc again tomorrow. Of course, once the high wears off, the spiral begins: was that line really that good? Maybe it was too dramatic. Too subtle. Too much? You reread it twelve times, fight the urge to tweak it, and end up questioning your entire existence as a writer, again. But you leave it. For now.


Creative Burnout Is Real

Some days the words flow like a dream. Other days, your brain is cooked oatmeal and you can’t remember how dialogue even works. Burnout doesn’t show up with a flashing neon sign… it sneaks in with empty coffee mugs, excessive scrolling, and the sudden belief that every story idea you’ve ever had is garbage.

Effect: You start questioning everything, your talent, your plot, your life choices, and why you thought writing a 9-book fantasy epic was a good idea. You feel like a fraud with a to-do list.

Fix: Take a break. Go outside. Touch some grass (or at least your shower curtain). Creativity needs breathing room, and you are not a word producing machine. You are a weird, glorious human with a story to tell.


The Emotional Damage Is Self Inflicted

Yes, you cried writing that character death. No, you will not be taking constructive criticism at this time. Writing is vulnerability in Word Doc form, and it hits hard.

Effect: You mourn fictional people like they paid rent. You experience glee and rage and existential pain over scenes that no one else has even read yet. You reread your own emotional breakdowns just to see if you can make yourself cry again. (Spoiler: you can.) And let’s not forget the emotional chaos we gleefully inflict on our readers… laughing maniacally as we write their favorite character’s demise like some keyboard wielding goblin of heartbreak.


The Rewards Still Make It Worth It

For all the nonsense, there’s still nothing like it. That rush when a story clicks. That “aha!” moment when a plot twist hits just right. That email from a reader who got it.

Effect: Eternal hope. Delusional optimism. A burning need to keep doing it even when it makes no sense. Writing is messy, exhausting, and beautiful. Just like every good story.

Even when the plot’s gone rogue, the word count mocks you, and your characters are staging a coup, you still come back. You wrestle with self doubt, second guess your best lines, and rewrite the same sentence five different ways but you’re still here. Because something inside you knows that buried in the chaos is a spark worth chasing.

And when the spark catches? That’s where the magic lives. That’s what makes it worth every hair pulling, chocolate consuming, keyboard pounding moment.

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When the scene sings, the dialogue slaps, and you actually remembered to save. Bliss.

Final Thought

Being a writer isn’t about sipping wine in Paris while wearing a beret (though if that’s your vibe, no judgment). It’s about showing up, putting words on the page, and laughing through the chaos. So embrace the pet hair, the imposter syndrome, and the 3 a.m. writing sprints.
You’re not alone. You’re just a writer.


What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve researched for a story? Or what’s your favorite pet writing moment? Tell me in the comments!

Why Does Editing Feel Like Betraying My Past Self?

You ever open an old draft, read the first paragraph, and immediately want to apologize to everyone you’ve ever loved?

Welcome to the emotional rollercoaster that is editing your own writing. It’s a journey full of secondhand embarrassment, self-reflection, and occasional breakthroughs… but hey, that’s the life.

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Editing your own writing: part progress, part panic, all emotional whiplash.

I recently got hit by the ‘I must reorganize my desk’ bug and unearthed a relic from my writing past. An old fanfic, fairly well received on fanfiction.net back in the day (and no, I will not tell you what fandom). On re-read? Absolutely horrible. The kind of cringe that triggers an instant existential crisis. I promptly stuffed the notes into the back of the drawer, where they will remain untouched until the heat death of the universe.

On paper (no pun intended), editing is a noble process. It’s about refining, polishing, and getting your book baby ready to face the world. But in practice? It feels like breaking up with a version of yourself who really, really thought they nailed it.


The First Draft Delusion

The first draft you? Starry-eyed. Passionate. Convinced you’re writing the next literary masterpiece. You didn’t need structure, you had vibes. Your dialogue was “quirky,” your metaphors were “bold,” and your pacing was… somewhere.

I once used the descriptor “he purred” five times in a single chapter. Five. A friend kindly asked if the love interest had transformed into a cat mid-conversation. At the time, I thought it was swoon worthy. In hindsight? Less purr, more yikes.

And then you, Version 2.0, show up with your red pen and your iced coffee and your “why is this chapter 3,000 words too long?” energy. Suddenly it’s not a love story. It’s a crime scene.

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Ah yes, the first draft… when everything felt romantic, sparkly, and only mildly unhinged.

Editing Is Time Travel

Editing isn’t just fixing commas, it’s reading the ghost of writer past and wondering who handed them a keyboard. It’s seeing that one emotional scene you poured your soul into… and realizing it reads like a melodramatic soap opera scripted by a sleep-deprived raccoon.

I used to have a serious issue with alliteration, either there was way too much or absolutely none at all. I’d start a paragraph with plain old ‘he said’ and ‘she said’ and by the end, it read like Dickens and Dostoyevsky got into a bar fight with a thesaurus. I’d also somehow end up completely off-topic from where the story was supposed to be going. Editing those sections felt less like trimming fat and more like untangling a ball of yarn made of metaphors and misfires.

Even when it’s bad, and oh, it’s bad, you have to respect the effort. Because here’s the thing: that raccoon tried. That version of you did the hard part, getting words on the page. You can’t fix what doesn’t exist, and even the cringe bits got you here.


Betrayal or Evolution?

So, is editing betrayal? Maybe it feels like it at first. You’re slicing out characters, rewriting whole arcs, and killing darlings with ruthless precision.

But really? It’s growth. You’re not betraying your past self, you’re honoring them by making the story better than they could alone.

It took me three drafts, two breakdowns, and a playlist called ‘editing rage’ before I realized the side character was actually the main character. My past self thought she was just quirky comic relief. Turns out, she was dragging the whole story behind her like a glittering emotional freight train. You’re tag-teaming with your past self. They wrote the mess. You make it art.


A flustered writer sits at a cluttered desk with wild eyes, surrounded by flying paper, a loaf of bread, a taxidermy owl, and a broken chandelier.
When you find that scene and instantly question all your life choices.

There’s no shame in the facepalms. Every writer has a graveyard of terrible scenes and plot threads that went nowhere. Self-editing often reveals the most ridiculous choices we’ve made and how far we’ve come. I once found a note to myself in the middle of a chapter that just said, “FIX THIS TRASH FIRE BEFORE ANYONE SEES IT.” And I had, in fact, left it exactly as is. The scene was a romantic moment that somehow involved a taxidermied owl, a broken chandelier, and a monologue about bread.

If you can laugh at it now, that means you’ve leveled up.

Editing your own writing hurts because it matters… it’s the ultimate test of writer growth. Because you care. Because you’ve improved.

So pick up that pen, sharpen your delete key, and keep going. Your past self got you this far and now it’s your turn to carry the torch (and maybe burn a few adverbs along the way).


Have you ever reread your early work and wanted to both high-five and strangle yourself? Tell me about your funniest or most painful editing moment in the comments!

When the Muse Shows Up at the Worst Time (and You Let Her Anyway)

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When inspiration strikes at 2AM, you light a candle, grab a pen, and let the chaos spill onto the page.

There I am, brushing my teeth, winding down for the night, and suddenly… BOOM. The Muse shows up. Not with a gentle knock, but with a full-blown marching band of inspiration, complete with jazz hands and fully formed plot twists. Of course, it’s late. Of course, I’m half asleep. And of course, when I wake up in the morning? Poof. Gone. Like a dream you swore you’d remember, but now you’re standing in the kitchen yelling “Nooo!” at your coffee because all that’s left is a ghost of an idea and maybe a few jumbled words like “mirror sword” or “cat uprising.”

I’ve tried dictating into my phone. Once, I actually managed to get an idea down that way, only for a system update to sweep in and delete it into the digital abyss. Thanks, technology. Not to mention, I feel absolutely ridiculous whispering fantasy dialogue to my phone like some sort of bedtime bard, and my poor husband really doesn’t appreciate being woken up by my late night monologues.

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When the muse doesn’t care that it’s 3AM and you’re mid-toothbrush… Carmen supervises anyway.

Back in my commuting days, the muse would hijack my brain while I was stuck in traffic or squished between strangers on the bus. At least then I could jot things down into the notes app, one-handed, with a bagel in the other. These days, working from home means I can keep my laptop open and toss ideas into a doc as they hit. But I definitely don’t do it in front of company. I do have some dignity left, thank you very much.

The absolute worst is when I’m watching something brilliant, like a movie or a play, and my story brain lights up while I sit there unable to take notes. I sit there, vibrating with potential, praying I’ll remember it later. (Spoiler: I usually don’t.)

Before smartphones, I was part of the huge-purse crew and always had a notepad and pen with me. I’ve scribbled ideas on the backs of receipts, on envelopes, once even on a clean-ish napkin during lunch. Desperate times. Inspired minds.

And yes, I try to forgive myself when the idea slips through my fingers. It’s hard. I have to believe it’ll come back. Maybe stronger. Maybe clearer. Maybe not at 2AM this time. The more I chase it, the faster it vanishes, like when you’re trying to remember a word that’s just out of reach. So instead, I try to let it go. And trust that if it mattered, it’ll find me again.

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Sometimes the muse wins, sometimes exhaustion does. Either way, the cat’s judging you.

Honestly, the Muse is a lot like a skittish puppy. One second she’s climbing all over you with chaotic excitement, the next she’s under the couch refusing to come out. Patience, snacks, and the occasional sacrifice of a quiet evening are usually the best ways to coax her back.

So if you’re out there muttering plot lines into your shampoo bottle or scribbling dialogue on old receipts, you’re not alone. Welcome to the club. We meet at 3AM. Snacks are optional but strongly encouraged.

How I Built a Writing Routine That Works (Even with Cats and Tea Breaks)

Every productivity article says to write at dawn but my muse doesn’t even yawn until after lunch. I don’t rise with the sun; I rise with purpose, caffeine, and a cozy recliner calling my name.

A cozy reading nook at night with a blonde woman in glasses, wearing a pink fuzzy sweater and fluffy slippers, sipping tea while reading in a green armchair. A black cat perches on the chair’s back, and an orange tabby sleeps curled in her lap. The room glows with warm golden light, surrounded by books, plants, and a large window filled with dreamy sparkles.
Comfy clothes, cats, and a good book… just a typical evening in the creative cave. Bonus points if your tea is still warm by the second chapter.

My writing sweet spot hits in the early afternoon. By then, I’ve had enough orange pekoe to revive a Victorian ghost and settled into my fortress: the recliner, a favorite pillow, fan on low, and a cozy quilt wrapped around me like a burrito of ambition. If the weather cooperates, I’m rocking one of my five oversized sweatshirts and fluffy socks. (In summer, it’s more sweat, less shirt. Sorry, vibe.)

Of course, no writing session is complete without feline interference. My black cat, Nyx, usually looms over my shoulder like a gothic editor. The orange menace, Finnegan, curls in my lap and periodically stomps across the keyboard to contribute his own chaotic edits. Nothing like deleting a line of “asdghjklfjzzzz” to really get you back in the flow.

Music is a must. My playlists shift depending on what I’m writing, right now I’m deep into the K-pop Demon Hunters soundtrack. I’ve got curated lists for everything: battle scenes, flight scenes, love scenes. Basically, if it could be in a movie montage, I’ve got a playlist for it.

Before I begin, I light a lavender and vanilla candle, not for aesthetics (okay, maybe a little), but to calm my brain and signal it’s writing time. I warn the household that I’m “in the zone,” so if I give them a glazed look while muttering something about magical daggers or dragon politics, they know not to ask follow-up questions.

At the end of the day, my goal is simple: move the story forward. Whether it’s building worlds, writing actual prose, or just figuring out why my villain has so many monologues, I count it a win. Words were wrangled. Cats were managed. Sweatshirt was cozy. That’s a good writing day.

Is it ideal? Nope. Is it effective? Most days. But hey, writing routines are as weird and personal as the stories we tell… so let’s talk about yours.

A cozy writing corner bathed in warm light, filled with stacks of books, flickering candles, and a steaming mug of tea. A black cat naps on a pile of notebooks next to a comfy chair draped in a pink blanket. Open journals and handwritten pages sprawl across a cluttered wooden desk.
Every chaotic writing session deserves a peaceful cat, a hot drink, and a few too many notebooks. Bonus points if the candles are scented and the snacks are within arm’s reach.

Not Sure What Your Routine Looks Like Yet?

That’s okay. Every writer’s routine is as weird and personal as their browser history. Here are a few suggestions if you’re still figuring yours out:

  • The Playlist Experiment: Try a different genre for each writing sprint. Medieval lute? Lo-fi beats? Screamo? Who knows, maybe your romantic subplot just needed heavy metal.
  • Designate a Writing Throne: Couch, bed, coffee shop, bathtub tray with a laptop stand, if it feels good and you’re productive, that’s your spot. No judgment.
  • Bribery Works: No words, no snacks. Five hundred words = one cookie. Or a TikTok scroll. Or a sticker. Motivation is motivation.
  • Dress for the Draft You Want: Put on a blazer if you want to feel like a literary genius. Put on pajamas if you want to feel like a gremlin with a dream. Both are valid.
  • Time It Weird: Write at sunrise, write at midnight, write during your lunch break in your car. Find your golden hour and claim it.
  • Create a Ritual: Light a candle. Stir your coffee three times counter clockwise. Pet your dog for exactly 37 seconds. Rituals help trick your brain into writing mode.

Whatever routine you land on, normal, feral, or somewhere in between, if it gets the words down, it’s the right one for you.

A whimsical illustration of a very plump, fluffy bunny lounging next to an open writer’s notebook and a steaming mug of tea in a cozy cottagecore writing nook. The bunny has oversized ears and a cheeky expression, surrounded by scattered notes, pencils, and warm candlelight.
Barnabas, my plot bunny, absolutely stuffed with story ideas and not the least bit sorry about it.

Now It’s Your Turn!

What weird, wonderful, or wildly specific rituals help you summon the Muse? Do you light candles and wear lucky socks? Or do you sneak in five minute sprints while stirring the pasta?

Drop your favorite habits, hacks, or hilarious fails in the comments… I’d love to hear how you write.

The Modern Author’s Marketing Maze

Frazzled blonde author in messy bun multitasking at cluttered desk with laptop, black cat, coffee mug, and scattered notes, looking overwhelmed while working late.
When your “writing day” turns into a full-time job juggling social media, newsletters, and that cursed algorithm.

These days, writing the book almost feels like the easy part. Typing “The End” isn’t the finish line. It’s the starting gun for a whole new race. Because if you want people to actually read your story instead of letting it collect digital dust, you’re not just an author anymore. You’re a full blown one person marketing department. Congrats! You’re now the writer, publicist, designer, spokesperson, and hype squad. Hope you brought snacks.

Let’s break down what that glorious chaos looks like.

Overwhelmed blonde writer at desk surrounded by flying social media icons, emails, and notifications, symbolizing digital burnout and author marketing pressure.
When your book’s not even out yet but you’ve already lost three hours to hashtags, inbox pings, and dancing TikToks you might have to recreate.

You need a website that doesn’t look like it crawled out of a 2010 WordPress graveyard. You need a newsletter, because apparently we’re back in 2003 and emails are trendy again. You need to exist on multiple social platforms because nobody agrees on where readers live anymore. TikTok? Threads? Bluesky? Instagram? X? You better be witty, wise, and worth following everywhere. Oh, and you also need to be a video editor, a graphic designer, a community manager, and someone who replies to comments like you’ve got unlimited spoons and an eternal serotonin supply.

And let’s not forget in person events. I’ve been to a few. Sometimes they’re lively and inspiring. Other times, you see authors behind tables with piles of their books and hopeful eyes, trying to smile while strangers awkwardly avoid eye contact. It’s like high school lunch tables all over again, only with more bookmarks. Even book launches, once glamorous milestones, are now DIY marathons. You’re expected to plan the whole thing yourself: giveaways, digital countdowns, themed merch, launch parties. Maybe even a dancing reel if you’re brave enough.

Confident blonde female author sitting at a book fair table, surrounded by stacks of books and smiling at the bustling crowd around her.
Fake it till you make it? More like smile till your face hurts and hope someone asks about your book before the coffee wears off.


Then there’s the dreaded algorithm. A fickle deity who doesn’t care how good your book is or how many nights you cried into your tea over it. It only wants to know: Did you post at peak engagement time while reciting a trending audio and juggling hashtags like a circus act? No? Good luck, sweetheart.

Honestly, it’s a lot. It’s so much. Most of us didn’t get into writing to become online personalities or content creators. We just wanted to tell stories. Not become social media strategists.

So to every author out there showing up anyway, learning one post at a time, facing awkward silences at signings, crafting graphics at midnight, or smiling through the fear—I see you. I admire the hell out of you.

Smiling female writer at her laptop in a cozy, warmly lit room with a sleeping orange cat beside her and a sticky note that says “Be brave.”
This is the goal, right? A quiet moment of joy, a brave heart, and just enough cat hair in the keyboard to prove you’re living the writer’s dream.

And when it’s my turn, I hope I can be just as brave. Because up until now, I’ve only put short stories out into the world. The thought of marketing a whole book? Yeah… it scares the absolute hell out of me.

The Writer’s Vault: Where Story Ideas Go to Nap (and Plot Revenge)

Somewhere in the shadows of every writer’s brain, there’s a vault. Not a shiny, secure one like a bank has. No, this one’s a bit chaotic. Mine’s filled with story ideas in the shape of fuzzy plot bunnies wearing sunglasses, half-baked villains muttering about screen time, and wistful protagonists who never made it past chapter three.

A fluffy white bunny with round glasses sits on top of a pink vintage typewriter. The desk is cluttered with handwritten pages and stacks of books, surrounded by soft candlelight and floating feathers in a cozy, whimsical library setting.
Barnabas, my plot bunny extraordinaire, hard at work writing the next great novel—one fluffy keystroke at a time.


Why? Because I had to make the brutal decision to focus.

You see, chasing every story idea that prances through your imagination is fun, until it isn’t. Until your hard drive looks like a fanfic forum had a caffeine bender. Until you realize you’re six beginnings deep and haven’t finished a single book.

Oof. Guilty.

So, I made a choice. One idea, the idea, got louder. It stopped being “that cool twist on enemies-to-lovers” and started whispering actual scenes while I was trying to sleep. Characters argued in my head. Locations got Pinterest boards. A folder got color-coded. It grew teeth. It demanded love.
So the rest? Into the Vault. With a fond pat and a promise: “Not now, sweetlings. But one day, maybe.”

A fluffy white plot bunny with glasses sits contentedly on a box in a cozy underground library vault, surrounded by stacks of books and scattered pages glowing softly.
Barnabas in the plot vault, keeping all my story ideas warm and whispering encouragement to future novels-in-waiting.

If more ideas arrive after that, they’re added to those threads. No pressure, no rabbit holes, no full worldbuilding spirals, just breadcrumbs for future-me to follow when it’s time to start plotting that novel properly.

It’s a little ritual of hope, really. A way of saying, “Not now, but I see you. I’ll come back when I can give you the attention you deserve.”

Because that one idea, the one with claws and conviction, is getting all of me right now.
And here’s the wild part. It feels like commitment. It’s terrifying. It’s exhilarating. Because now, this isn’t just a scribble in a notebook. It’s the beginning of a real story, with real characters, and a future on the page.

A fluffy white plot bunny wearing round glasses types on a pink vintage typewriter at a cluttered writing desk, surrounded by glowing lanterns and piles of story drafts.
Meet Barnabas, my plot bunny extraordinaire, hard at work and buried in story drafts. He’s got vision, fluff, and more commitment than I’ve had to my outline this week.

The others? They’re not gone. They’re just resting in the writer’s vault, waiting for the right moment. Dreaming. Plotting. Growing teeth of their own.

But for now, I’m staying focused.

And I think that’s worth everything.

Excuse Me, Who Gave This Character Free Will?

I’d like to file a complaint with the character department. You know, the one responsible when your fictional characters suddenly develop minds of their own and hijack your carefully plotted outline?

Back view of a blonde haired female writer with her hair in a messy bun, seated at a chaotic desk with coffee mugs, candles, sketches, and scattered notes. Glowing, semi transparent fantasy characters float in midair around her as she writes. A small black cat peers from the corner, adding a hint of whimsy.
POV: You’re trying to write one calm scene and your characters keep staging a dramatic group intervention. Also, yes… there is a cat judging you. Generated by Midjourney

They were supposed to behave. I had charts. I had outlines. I had a playlist that was vibes only. Everything was going great until they started developing opinions. And back stories. And trauma. And suddenly I’m standing in the middle of chapter fourteen yelling, “Excuse me, who gave this character free will?!”

Writers, you know the ones I’m talking about. You start with a nice, manageable story and one delightfully quirky character who’s supposed to fill a very specific supporting role. And then… they go rogue. They hijack emotional arcs. They rewrite their own dialogue. They bring snacks to the plot and refuse to leave.

Take Ailis Larsen and her Ganlani partner, Vaelios. Originally? Vaelios was meant to be the softhearted sidekick, all light and laughter and naive enthusiasm. But then I started writing his scenes. Digging deeper. What started as simple character development quickly turned into something deeper, more layered, more real, more “excuse me, sir, who hurt you?” than I ever planned. And boom! There he was, sharp as obsidian, wittier than I had any right to make him, and carrying a quiet, bone deep grief that made me double take in my own draft. He is still sweet. But now he’s also the type of character who’ll gut you emotionally in one line and then offer you a handkerchief like a gentleman.

Or that short story I thought was going to be a fun little magic meets mystery romp. Surprise! The goddess showed up, uninvited, kicked the narrative off its hinges, and delivered a monologue that hit so hard I just sat there blinking like, “…Oh. So we’re doing depth now? Okay.”

And look, I knew I had a problem when I ran a Myers-Briggs Type Indicator test on one of my characters. And it changed everything. Suddenly I wasn’t writing a plot, I was navigating someone’s entire psychological profile like a therapist with deadlines. And yes, I am now slightly obsessed with that character. And no, I will not be taking questions at this time.

Also, to the character who was supposed to be a throwaway NPC but is now demanding their own trilogy: calm down. We’ve talked about this.

Honestly, I think I lost control back in the day when I may or may not have dabbled in fanfiction inspired by a certain velvet wearing, crystal spinning Goblin King. (You know the one.) Ever since, I’ve known deep down that I’m not always the one in charge here.

But let’s be real: that’s the magic of it, isn’t it? Characters come alive when you least expect them to. They surprise you. They talk back. And if you’re really lucky, they change your story into something so much better than what you planned.

Even if no one asked Jared to be hot and emotionally complex.

A cozy illustration of a blonde haired writer slumped asleep at her desk, viewed from behind. Neatly stacked papers and books surround her workspace, lit by soft morning light. A small black cat curls on top of an open book nearby, watching over her.
Sometimes the words win and the writer naps. Don’t worry, the cat’s got this shift. Generated by Midjourney

So, to all the writers out there wrestling your characters back into the box they busted out of three chapters ago… solidarity. May your character arcs be messy, your writing surprises delightful, your plot armor strong, your time lines elastic, and your characters just unhinged enough to be brilliant.

Tell me in the comments: who was your character that went rogue and refused to go back on the shelf?

Mental Health and the Writer’s Block No One Talks About

Some days, writing feels like breathing. Other days, it feels like climbing out of a pillow fort lined with existential dread.

A young blonde girl sits curled up in a large pillow fort, clutching a stuffed dog with a tired, distant expression. A black cat lounges nearby on a pillow. The scene feels cozy but emotionally heavy, suggesting overwhelm and the need for comfort.
Some days, the pillow fort is the only place I can breathe. And that’s okay.

I used to be a prolific writer… songs, fanfiction, original fiction, half thought out plot bunnies scribbled in one of the multitude of pretty notebooks I couldn’t (and still can’t) resist buying. If I had an idea, I followed it. If I didn’t, I still wrote. It was how I moved through the world. Until it wasn’t.

One day, my brain decided I wasn’t good enough.

Not in a dramatic, thunder crack epiphany sort of way. More like a slow fade. I still had ideas, but I couldn’t write them. I couldn’t even talk about them. They hurt. Because I didn’t think I deserved them. Because I didn’t think I could do them justice. Because everything in me whispered, “Why bother? You’ll mess it up.”

That was depression talking. That was anxiety wrapping itself in creative block and hurling it like a weighted blanket over everything I loved.

So I stopped. And I stayed stopped for longer than I want to admit.

Eventually, I got therapy. I started learning how to untangle the mental noise. Techniques to quiet the inner critic. To write a sentence without needing it to be perfect. To remind myself that ideas don’t have expiration dates.

I started writing again.

Not like before. Not all at once. But in soft, small ways. A line here. A scene there. A journal entry that accidentally turned into a short story. I came back.

But I still have bad days.

I still have days when the world is too much and the stories feel far away. I still crawl back into my pillow fort, surrounded by fuzzy blankets, stuffed animals, and a very patient cat who purrs like she knows I’m trying. I don’t feel guilty about those days anymore.

Because now I know: rest is part of the process.

Self care is writing adjacent.

Ideas don’t vanish just because you need a break and bad words are still better than no words because editing exists and perfection is a myth anyway.

If you’re in the pillow fort right now, I see you.

You’re not broken. You’re just resting.

A steaming mug of tea rests beside an open notebook on a soft bed. Sunlight pours through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. A black cat sleeps on a pile of blankets, evoking quiet comfort and the gentle return to creativity.
This is what healing looks like, sunlight, stillness, and the quiet promise that the words will come back.

And when you’re ready, your stories will still be there, waiting.

If this post spoke to you, share it with another writer who might need a little reminder: the stories will still be there. And so will you.