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maxkirin · 1 year
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everybody:
me, talking about my OCs:
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seannajanwrites · 1 year
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"Kick out the little voice inside your head that's trying to make you afraid, that's trying to convince you that you're not a writer."
– Kacen Callender
A little motivation from NaNoWriMo because I reached half my goal. :)
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conkers-thecosy · 1 year
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*Complete*
It would be a long time before Thorin could admit that there had been an immediate connection between himself and the Hobbit.
Their eyes had met in the entryway of the odd house, and there had been a strange little spark. Blue eyes met grey, and even though it would take less time for Thorin to admit that connection was at least a mutual attraction, it was still a half breath of time that he would remember until the end of his days.
Some little extra or "missing" scenes from the films that I've been ruminating on for a few years and finally have taken the time to write out.
This fic will cover "An Unexpected Journey" with more to follow in the series!
(previously titled "Lay Me Gently")
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ashen-crest · 1 year
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Camp Nano Plans!
For April, I’m aiming to finish a draft of The Spirit Well! Like, for realsies this time!
Anyone else doing April Camp Nano??
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est-ericstaylor · 1 year
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Commissions are Open
Are you 3333 words into your NaNo Camp and keep forgetting your mc’s eye colour?
Maybe a custom portrait could help you with that.
My messages are open for anyone interested.
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winterandwords · 1 year
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⛺ Camp NaNoWriMo April 2023
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I've been struggling to get back into drafting mode after being in editing mode for the last few months, so I'm doing Camp Nano in April to shock my system into throwing fresh words onto a screen without worrying if they're a heap of shit.
I've set a chill goal of 15k between new WIPs Project Aria and Spin Cylinder, both of which I'm discovery drafting, so there's no prep and no planning, just chaos.
Anyone else doing Camp Nano? I'm going to post updates here throughout the month and I'd love to follow your camp adventures too 💜
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grizzlystories · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Wrath of Darth Maul - Ryder Windham Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s) Characters: IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE..., Selonian Characters (Star Wars), Twi'lek Characters (Star Wars), Cerean Characters (Star Wars), Anarrian Characters (Star Wars), Original Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Orsis Academy (Star Wars), Planet Orsis (Star Wars), Teen Crush, Teen Romance Summary:
Lerlee Neth is kriffin' gorgeous. She knows it; everyone does. She enjoys the popularity that brings her, as well as the admiration she gets on the daily from her fawning girlfriends. Her beauty makes the Twi'lek a trendsetter: all the other cadets at Orsis want to get in on her good side. It's awesome.
Until a certain Selonian approaches her, looking for a favor. A favor that she'll only ask of Lerlee because she is so pretty. Suddenly, the Twi'lek no longer likes the attention.
Fatok Igli, on the other hand, is not pretty at all. Being a Weequay has its perks, he supposes, but good looks ain't one of them. He's learned to accept himself as he is, however. He wins over most people with his lighthearted attitude and good humor, although he's still somewhat of an outcast.
So what in the world is Lerlee Neth - the most popular, most beautiful girl in school - doing approaching him all of a sudden? She's never bothered to give him the time of day before, and now she wants to hang out? Something is off about the entire thing, but Fatty isn't sure he should question his good fortune.
Hey, lookit that! I started another WIP! Even though I haven’t finished Molly’s story, sheesh.
I actually have lots of Star Wars unfinished stories, but I haven’t posted any. This one was different, because it was starting to become a chaptered story, and I wanted it out of my computer files. Plus, I’m also using it to count towards my Camp NaNo quota. Just like Molly’s story, it’s mostly filled with OCs. In fact, I don’t think I’ve yet to mention a character from the source material, save for Trezza. And again, he’s only mentioned. He hasn’t made an appearance yet. (And he may not, with the way my story is going.)
Anyhow, go read it and stuff.
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dunne-ias · 1 year
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Well would you look at that
50 000 words written during April.
Pretty happy with that.
Also, this means I now have discount codes for a bunch of stuff, including 50% off Scrivener, so if you want it, come and ask and maybe it’s still up for grabs!
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NaNoWriMo day 6 total words: 17,352
(+ 3,166 words today)
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runner-owen · 1 year
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Total words today: 1080
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casadegatos · 1 year
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Favorite thing I wrote today, Avoiding Yardwork Edition:
Fear and uncertainty governed Nell’s young life, she knew that. She had no say in where she might go or what she might do. Her wracking sobs subsided and she blinked up at Cook, who looked at her with pity. It almost made Nell cry again, that look. She straightened and swiped at her face with a loud sniff.
Slipping off the stool, she patted Cook on the arm, as if she were the one who needed comfort and left the kitchen. In her tiny, narrow room she drew out the botanical guide stolen months ago from her father’s study and bent over it, sounding out the Latin names under the illustrations. She fell asleep with her cheek on the page and her candle burned to its end, a wisp of smoke trailing from it.
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dogmomwrites · 1 year
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Camp Nano
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Camp Nano Directory: dogmomwrites
— Share a bit about yourself — I forgot I was gonna take part in this and have made zero effort to prepare myself 👌 ~~ call me Yav ~~ I'm bi, ace, in my 20s, and I live in southern America ~~ I love metal music, bones, and I'm addicted to soda (😔) ~~ I have two dogs and one cat ~~ I write mainly fantasy, but I like to dabble in p much whatever ~~ I'm more of a longfic writer and struggle to keep anything short
— What kind of stories do you like to read? — my go-to genres are fantasy and sci-fi, but I like character-driven stories the most. Bonus if there's an animal involved or if there are non-humans (elf, alien, demon, monster, ect)
— Goal(s) — I'm gonna hesitantly aim for 25k words from April 1 to April 30
— Camp Project Title — (tentatively titled) Castle at War
— Project Description — the fourth book in my fantasy series. I'm not gonna go into the description much because it's book four, but here's the draft blurb for the first book of the series:
When an avalanche causes Aero to accidentally break into an ancient castle buried under ice, he has no idea what he might find. He certainly doesn’t expect to find himself caught up in a war. Wolvins, like massive wolves, are attacking the castle.
Led by their esteemed captain, a team sets out to a cursed labyrinth of caves in nearby mountains to try and find the cause of the attacks. It may be their only chance to save Telenar, the castle in the ice.
— WIP-related Art — N/A
— Camp Project Title — What Lies in the Shadows
— Project Description — Patrick's wife believes he has a normal job. But he doesn't work in an office, he works in the shadows, protecting humans from the things that go bump in the night.
This one is intended to be a standalone; I only have the first couple chapters done and have hit a motivation wall so I'm hoping the camp helps with that
— WIP-related Art — N/A
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faerytaleonfire · 1 year
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Camp Nano Directory: Rhosyn Du
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— Share a bit about yourself — 
I’m Rhosyn (she/they), and I’ve been doing NaNo since 2004 and Camp since whenever the first year it started was. I’m going to try to post daily updates here, but past experience says it’ll probably be more like daily-ish
— What kind of stories do you like to read? —
I read a lot of different genres. Sci-fi, fantasy, horror, romance, cozy mysteries, fanfic... My very favorite stories tend to be ones where very broken characters get happy or hopeful endings. I’m also a huge fan of spooky/uncanny stuff, heists, sibling feels, pining, and fantasy/space politics.
— Goal(s) — 
60k words of a rewrite, so some small percentage of those words will be snagged from my previous draft
— Camp Project Title — 
Fortune’s Favor
— Project Description — 
Be gay. Do crime. Save the galaxy.
Starship mechanic Vita Antares teams up with a crew of career thieves to destroy a planet-killing weapon before it’s sold to the highest bidder. But first, they have to steal it back from her ex.
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conkers-thecosy · 1 year
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WELP.
It's half past midnight, and I just finished the last chapter of my fic.
Quite pleased with myself, it has to be said. Over 30k words in a month, and a completed story to show for it!
I'm gonna go to bed, re-read it in the morning and all being well, post it afterwards. Then I'm going to take a couple of days off to recover before I start fiddling with the next project 😁
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a sunset to run off into.
G'NIGHT xx
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reneesbooks · 1 year
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WIP Intro: Hurts, Doesn't It?
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I figured it was about time I introduced the novel I'm working on for Camp Nano :)
Will's a florist, not an expert on politics, but he knows a few things: the Executive runs things from the Capitol, which was rebuilt after the Second Civil War, and eventually his son will be the Executive. He never thought about it much; he was focused on going to NYU for botany and horticulture and the Olympics for archery. But now? Now, he's in prison for smuggling forged art (which he didn't do) and all his cellmates want to talk about it how the government is horrible and the Resistance (terrorists) are actually the good guys.
Enter Kat Barrick--the girl who got Will put in prison in the first place. When she breaks him out and offers her help getting him home, he is reasonably skeptical. Despite her secrets, she is trying to help him. He'll give her a chance to get him home. But as he learns more about her world and the truth behind his history books, he begins to wonder if home is still within reach.
my baby my novel that i've been writing for years my beloved. here are the main characters (picrew used):
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Will Moore: He's a florist from Jersey who did NOT sign up for any of this. that's okay, though. he's figuring it out. His favorite hobbies are archery and talking to people about flowers. He will find a way to mention the fact that he's a florist in any conversation. wants to go to the olympics but already won the himbolympics
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Kat Barrick: she's an art forger who ran away from home at seventeen and supports her family by selling her paintings on the black market. yes she throws knives no you don't get to know where she learned to. not here to fuck around, just trying to get through the day. she WILL stab you if you get in her way though
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Peyton Barrick: Kat's older brother and perpetually exhausted mother hen. Great public speaker but prefers to be cooking most of the time. Definitely going to trick you into being a vegetarian because he is and knows his way around a spice rack enough to convince you that you are eating pork, not eggplant. why is he a vegetarian? none of your fucking business.
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Scarlett Carter: battle-worn leader of the Resistance and antique revolver enthusiast. yes it's very funny that she has a gigantic scar across her face and her name is Scarlett. mention it again and she'll show you one of those revolvers up close. these new kids are giving her grey hairs.
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Hayden Stone: Scarlett's husband and the brains of the Resistance. NOT a morning person, will greet you with a shotgun if you wake him up. loves his daughter and is very sad that she decided to be a spy when he's just trying to keep her safe. thinks Will's puns are shitty and has a bet going on how long it'll take Kat to kill him.
My goal for Camp Nano has been to write 25,000 words and as of 4/11 I'm about halfway there :D
Posts tagged for this novel can be found here. A few highlights so far:
Kat and Will getting drunk and watching the news
15-question character interview of Kat and Will
Kat and Will having an Emotional Talk
Will taking a serious risk
The following excerpt is the opening scene, where Will meets Kat in his shop for the first time. let me know if you're interested in being added to the taglist for this wip! <3
I nudged the unconscious man with the bristles of the broom. “Are you dead?”
A small groan escaped. “She left me…”
“Jesus, you’re a sad drunk,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Dude, you have to make like a tree and leave.”
He mumbled something that sounded like an insult and turned over, face-down on the floor. I nudged him again with the broom, then smacked him when he didn’t move. He lurched up into a sitting position, swearing vaguely in my direction, and nearly knocked over a potted plant on a stand.
“I’m calling the cops if you don’t leave,” I said, moving towards the counter. “Whatever your deal is, it’s none of my business, but you gotta do it somewhere else.”
He grumbled and groaned but another smack with the broom had him up and stumbling out of the store. I rearranged the vases and potted plants that he’d disturbed and swept up the fallen leaves and petals.
The bell over the door rang and I turned to greet the customer. “Welcome to Lydia’s Fine Flowers, how can I help you?”
The young woman smiled, running her fingers over the head of one of the flowers near the door. “Just looking, thank you,” she said. “Who’s Lydia?”
“My mom,” I said, retreating behind the counter. “She grows all these flowers herself. Best florist in Jersey.”
“Not that you’d ever brag,” the young woman said with a smirk.
“That would be utterly unbe-leaf-able,” I replied, setting the broom back in its spot. “Bragging is very unbecoming.”
“Plant puns must be part of the job,” she said.
“The fun part.”
“Hmm.” She turned to look at the refrigerated arrangements. I went back to the shop computer, squinting at the inventory numbers. We would need to sell the summer arrangements soon, with fall coming up. I bit my lip. My mom would be on her own in a few months. I’d been helping out in the shop for as long as I could remember, and now I was off to college. How would she fare without me?
I turned around, shaking off the worry. My mom would be fine. I spotted the young woman frowning at a bouquet and walked over.
She jumped a little when I got close, her hand going to her waist. She relaxed when she saw it was me. I grinned at her. “Forget me not.”
She blinked. “What?”
I gestured at the display. “Forget-me-nots. I can check the pricing if you’d like.”
She sighed, her hand dropping away from her waist. “No, thanks. I was just thinking about a picture I saw once. I recognized the flowers from that.”
“I see. Let me know if you have any questions,” I said, returning to the counter. I picked up my book from behind the register and flipped through the pages until I found the spot I had left off at.
Olympic Committee Requirements
My fingers itched, imagining myself at the Olympic tryouts the next summer. I would win gold, I was sure of it. I'd already won state and regional archery competitions, gone to nationals, and beaten more experienced archers who were twice my age. I was more than cut out for it.
I was going to make it.
The crinkle of tissue paper jolted me out of the book. “Will?”
I glanced up at the young woman, startled. She smiled at me, her eyes flicking down to my nametag. I grinned back. “I feel like I’m at a disadvantage here. You don’t have a nametag.”
“How much for these?” she asked, gesturing at the bouquet of lilies she’d set on the counter.
“Fifteen.” I punched it into the register. “Cash or card?”
“Cash.” She set the money down on the counter and fiddled with the lilies as I made change.
“Are those a gift for someone or just for you?” I wrapped them up in paper and added a packet of plant food.
“They’re for my little sister.” Her lips twitched. “They’re her favorite.”
“That’s sweet.” I handed her the change. “I never did get your name.”
“Hmm.” She turned, curling brown hair swinging over her shoulder. I caught the faint whiff of mint before the bell chimed and she was gone. I stared after her for a second before returning to my book.
I had bigger things to worry about.
if you want to get into the mood, this wip does have a playlist
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Anyone else doing Camp NanoWriMo right now? I'm giving it a try this year and my username is Jen.m.n if anyone's looking for a writing buddy!
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