Three months ago, I published my book without high expectations; I only hoped a few people would read it. But life surprised me. Now I'm earning around $2,000 a week from it, and I'm still so thrilled because I remember how hard it was to earn even a few dollars. It's amazing how something you create can suddenly change your life. For those of you who have already launched a project... Have you ever experienced such rapid success?

I cant live without you, your smile Though youre tempermental as a child Prone to giving me a cold shoulder And to keeping count as I get older Laughing at me till my cheeks burn Disappearing at every turn of the earth And today you feel 93 million miles away. I know you think you can do better You say Im only using you to change the weather But thats not true. Sure there are plenty of stars And Ill admit I like Venus and Mars a bit But they’re far away And you’re near. But its so frustrating that you cant you deal with your emotions Why are you running off to Artic oceans, melting glaciers And stranding the polar bears? You keep leaving me unexpectedly In the middle of spring. You thought I didnt care But you dont know how I cried Every time you’d hide your love affairs Behind a veil of clouds. Why are you always too busy for me Why do you think its ok to ignore me These days Im so desperate to get your attention Ive even thought about cheating on you With the moon. Feel free to leave any feedback or suggestions!

Welcome to The Gilded Ink Parlor — I’m so glad you’ve stepped inside. This is our shared sanctuary for stories, creativity, curiosity, and the strange little sparks that keep us writing, reading, and dreaming. Let’s begin gently. If you feel comfortable, introduce yourself in the comments: ✨ Your name (or pen name) ✨ What kind of writing you do — poetry, fiction, journaling, essays, anything at all ✨ Or, if you don’t write, what you love to read ✨ And: what inspired you to step into this community? There’s no pressure to be polished here. Come as you are — messy drafts, bold ideas, soft questions and all. Whether you’re a writer, a reader, or someone who simply loves beautiful language, you belong in this room. Pull up a chair. Light settles. We’re listening.

What’s a book that made you fall in love with language for the first time? Not the one you were assigned. Not the one you skimmed for a test. The one that made you pause mid-sentence and think, oh… words can do that. Maybe it was a line you reread three times. Maybe it felt like someone reached into your chest and named something you’d never said out loud. 📖 What was it? And if you remember—how old were you when it found you? (There’s no wrong answer here. Just stories wearing book covers.)

Are you a morning writer, a midnight writer, or a “whenever the muse ambushes me” writer? There’s a strange kind of magic in discovering when our words choose us. Some of us wake before the sun, chasing quiet light and warm coffee. Some of us don’t touch the page until the rest of the world sleeps, letting the dark peel our thoughts open. And some of us… well, the muse hits like a mischievous little lightning bolt while we’re doing dishes or minding our own business in the checkout line. There’s no right rhythm — only the one that feels like home to your voice. So tell me, loves: When does your creativity wake up? What time of day (or night) feels like yours? Let’s learn each other’s patterns — maybe even borrow a little inspiration from the way our community breathes.