me: i love slow burns
also me, frantically flipping through the pages of the book i’m reading: where’s the kiss when are you guys kissing i need to read the kiss scene please kiss each other i’m not going to bed before you’ve ki—
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“…But then pandemic happened, so all you had for the next six months was your phone… You took tours of each other's apartments. Had dinners and breakfasts together. Shared what books you were reading and watched movies together. Vincent teased you about your fat, lazy cat and you did likewise over his ten pound shih tzu. Although, you admitted, it was because she got to share a bed with him.” From this story by @misskittysmagicportal (X)
Wyenne had a better pandemic than I did. 😩🥺
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The cat would not get his butt out of my face while I was trying to type down ideas.
The dog would not get her tounge off of my face while I was trying to organzise ideas.
When you're writing fanfiction and accidentally make yourself emotional:
“Whenever a taboo is broken, something good happens, something vitalizing. Taboos after all are only hangovers, the product of diseased minds, you might say, of fearsome people who hadn't the courage to live and who under the guise of morality and religion have imposed these things upon us.”
— Henry Miller
It really says a lot when a writer has a field in their character sheets labeled ‘Life Status’ because they can’t remember who’s dead and who’s not or when the characters died.
The Daily Word
for June 11, 2021
constellate - verb - to gather together in a cluster or group
Before the pandemic, who would have thought that we would all see constellating as a new-and-different phenomenon to be embraced as being that all-too-frequently-used word, "special"? No one. But we sure do now. More and more are trusting the idea of constellating, especially in safe places, such as outdoor restaurants, like the one I visited last night with four of my closest gal pals, whom I call "The Church Ladies," as we tend to frequent the same place of worship and have been for multitudinous years despite it not being particularly fashionable. (Did I actually write that long sentence? Whew!) Needless to mention, at the off-the-beaten path dining establishment, the tables were full, and the demand for excellent service, high. So high that the waiters were forced to move at a frenetic pace, making myriad mistakes along the way. Surely, they weren't accustomed to so many constellating on the same patio at the same time. Before the pandemic, who would have thought that waiters would have to get used to this degree of what was once considered commonplace?
Which brings me to a valid point: it is true that you never know what you've had until you have lost it. Yet if you are lucky enough, once you have regained it, you may not remember how to manage what you once managed, but once you do have it again, you should do tend to appreciate it. Does that make sense? Gosh, it's great just to constellate!
Enjoy your Friday! Do some serious constellating.
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Okay I need some tips.
Someone please enlighten me on how to make a fictional language for your fantasy world.
Honestly any tip would be a help.
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Superstition — a post by Charis
Heyo, lovely people! Hope everyone is well! My blog is finally seeing the light of day again, starting with 'Superstition' - come on by if you're into the ultimate writing guide, Arthurian books, and that good ol' self-deprecating humour I know so well.
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10 de junio 2021.
Men hoy me dio una crisis de tóxica nivel Dios, una caraja que vive en otro continente le reacciona a mi novio los memes de Facebook con '' me diviértete y me importa'' la estalkee y vi que ella monto hace un mes un meme y etiqueto a mi novio y el mejor amigo de mi novio, pero por alguna razón yo no vi esa etiqueta, me dirigí a Instagram y la encontré él la sigue y había un like en una foto, entonces con mis pruebas en la mano le forme un peo a las 6 am. Y me dijo que no la conocía solo la había visto de debates que el participa en Facebook, no guante la ira y de paso le escribí a la chica también. De camino al trabajo (nos vamos juntos) me suena el pinché teléfono bien fuerte del típico tono de Facebook:
El me pregunta que si le escribí a la chama le dije que no, luego acto seguido le llegó el capture a el y yo con la rabia, no quería ni sacar el teléfono para leer lo que me había puesto, quería leer lo que ella le puso a él y no me dejó, al llegar me baje furiosa del carro y leo la respuesta de la chama y fue tipo:
Solo somos amigos de Facebook, tengo mi novio y vivo en España.
Así quede 🤡
me realizing i actually had an amazing foreshadowing for the future plot that i wasn’t even aware of:
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The Daily Word
for June 10, 2021
disenthrall - verb - to set free (Lexico.com)
There are few things in life more freeing than music. It has an ineffable, mystical way of creeping into the system to disenthrall all listeners that are open to the experience. Case in point, last night, my musical partner and I presented an hour-long set of many Motown covers to a room of women recovering from abuse: physical, verbal, or substance. The effect was life changing. Our renditions of the songs, composed by a variety of artists, mainly from Berry Gordy's Detroit stable, managed to ease their way into the souls of the emotionally impaired women, affecting discernible alteration. Their bodies vibrated in time to the beats; their faces lit up with the intensity of halogen bulbs; their infectious smiles and laughter motivated our own. The entire situation was unifying if only for sixty minutes. Yet the memory of that one set and what it accomplished will last as long as we do.
So if you are down in the dumps, go onto any music streaming platform, choose a favorite song, listen and rise from your abyss. You will disenthrall yourself for a least three minutes, guaranteed.
Happy Humming to all!
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Writers on their deathbed...
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Me: Google, what’s another word for cheek?
Google: Audacity, insolence, nerve, gall.
Me: *writing* He punched him in his audacity.
I am constantly dreading the next time I open my WIP document, like it's suddenly going to be a gigantic, hopeless mess that will take all the effort to fix--and then I am constantly surprised when I do open it and find that it's actually decent. Like, 🤡
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Tales from Silverdammen
From the Authors of the Twisting Beech
James often regretted learning to identify his emotions. It had been part of a project of self-improvement he’d undertaken in his early twenties. He regretted many of his self-improvement projects over the years. Primary candidates included his teenage experiments with different hand-writing styles, which had left him with him a variety of hands to rival a professional fraudster, and his late twenties passion for haute cuisine and gourmet cookery classes, which had only served to make most of the food he ate at his parents house, at friends’ dinner parties, and at the mediocre restaurants he could actually afford, practically inedible.
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Me, spending half a year searching a name for my character :
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my burden to bear is that i have impeccable taste in jokes but my gallows humor is too scandalous so i have to keep the hilarity to myself 😔
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*Sneaks the actor from the last movie/tv show I watched into a bag labelled new OCs and shakes it up a bit*
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