Why are the icons so huge on FF.net now?

This should really be the least of my problems, if all this censoring stuff is actually happening…





036. I’m incredibly insecure about my writing 95% of the time.




Twitter Conversations with Emma.

Because of reasons. <3





Kind of overwhelmed by the response to “Break of Dawn” thus far.

You guys rock hardcore. <3





AGAIN, I SAY: SOMEONE FIX THIS WITH FANFIC.




“As writers, sometimes the best thing we can do when we’re stuck is to talk to another writer. Sometimes there’s nothing more inspiring than sitting down and watching someone else’s face light up as they talk about their latest idea.”
— Olivia Rowe (me)




Exposure: A Castle Fanfic

He should’ve gone home hours ago. She waved him off at 3 after they booked their suspect, but he ignored her, choosing to instead to sit down in his usual spot, phone in hand.

 He looks up every few minutes when he’s sure he won’t get caught so he can watch her furrow her brow or trace the lines of her mouth with the edge of her pen.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees her stretch over the back of her chair, arms raised above her head. When she lets out a little contented moan, he swallows hard, lets his eyes wander over the length of her body. She sits up abruptly and he whips his head back to the game in his hand. He feels her eyes on him and he knows he’s been caught, but he doesn’t say anything. It isn’t until a few seconds later that he feels her lingering eyes turn back to her paperwork.

“You wanna grab dinner tonight, Castle? I’m almost done here.”

He turns his game off, pockets his phone. “What are you in the mood for? I can just pick it up and we can eat here.”

She sets her pen down, strangely silent. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, something he recognizes as a nervous gesture.

“Actually…” she trails off softly, lifts her head to meet his eyes. She hesitates, and his eyes flick to her mouth as she tugs her lip between her teeth.

“How about I make us dinner?”

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That awkward moment when your one-shot becomes five chapters.




The Day of Rest: A Castle Fanfic

He loves that he gets her all to himself on Sundays.

Small FutureFic. Complete.





Feeling like maybe I should stop writing fanfiction.

A) I don’t feel like that many people read my stuff, anyway. 

B) I really should be focusing on other shit, like my spec scripts, for example. You know, since I’m going to make a career out of it and everything.

I mean, I’m going to finish Days of Summer and I’m not putting that off, but..

I don’t know.

Today’s been a weird day. And I’m tired. 





That awesome moment when you’re 12 years old and discover fanfiction for the first time.





Days of Summer, Chapter 10: A Castle Fanfic

Of course he wouldn’t remember. He’d blacked out, lost consciousness. She should’ve seen it coming, should’ve realized that she’d have to relive the nightmare out loud. She opens her mouth to tell him that it can wait, that they don’t have to talk about this now, but she knows it’s futile.