Bad day cancelled I got a nice comment on my fic
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reading other fantasy novels to convince myself that i'm being normal when i write exposition >>>
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Fun fact: revising your wip is just like writing fanfiction for your own stories!!
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Writeblr Meme Monday!!
RULES: take a blank template meme (from this post or from the internet) and format it into your characters / wip !! tag other writeblrs when you’ve done it :)
starting up a new thing because i’m in a joke-y mood about my characters this morning!! happy first meme monday: here’s fate’s protégés summed up in four memes!!
(blank templates found under the cut)
soft tagging: @ethaeriea @princessrobinlee @my-cursed-prince @verba-writing and @iced-ginger-tea !! anyone else who wants to join, feel free to!!
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🧚♀️🫶 *~* WiP excerpt *~* 🫶🧚♀️
wip: chalk mountain (x)
hope y'all enjoy this snippet from my wip! this is from a recent editing draft i did that really changes the tone of the story. enjoy under the cut!
thank you for reading, please interact to let me know you were here/enjoyed it🩷
“But, Dee, we need you to be awake for this. And you need to hold it together.” Emilio added.
“Dee? That's new.” She joked. He frowned.
“Dixie, I'm serious.” He spoke firmly. “When you wake up, you need to take deep breaths, and then you need to get dressed with your boots and we're gonna go on a hike.”
“Emilio,” Franklin interjected, “it isn't time.”
“It is more than time! The time was when we had to restrain her against her own kitchen sink! She needs to see the tomb and she needs to see Her!” Emilio snapped; he then took a deep breath through his nose and then blew it out of his mouth. “I'm sorry but I'm right this time. I'm taking her out there.”
Maude raised her hand up. “He's right.” She sighed and shook her head.
“About what? Where am I going? Who is Her?” Dixie asked.
Maude swiftly strided towards Dixie and pressed her thumb against her forehead.
Dixie felt what felt like ice cubes slide down her back and a splitting headache. Her vision blurred in and out as she tried to form words, although she wasn't sure what reality she was in anymore. Her thoughts scattered to find an order but failed upon every track. She felt a grip tighten on her left side; her head drooped over to see who it was. Emilio gave a faint smile and furrowed his eyebrows.
“You in there, Dee?” He whispered and leaned close. “Come on, girl.” His words stayed soft and comforting, like a kind invitation to the present world.
“I reckon I’ve got a fuckin’ migraine,” She slurred out.
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unhinged firstdraftposting
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Yes, me playing hunger games simulator using my ocs in 1 am is part of my writing process
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