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100K!!

#that's it that's the post #bac #writeblr #teritalks

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Less than 400 words until I hit 100K on this draft omg

I think I'm going to hold off until tomorrow, I spent a Lot of energy finally cranking out this chapter earlier and I need a break lol

But we're entering chapter 35/38 (plus an epilogue so basically 39), and the ending is coming up so fast, I genuinely can't wait to see how the rest of the draft unfolds! Everything else is at least in familiar territory now, so I think there will be fewer road bumps like this one

My goal is more or less to get this draft finished by my birthday in June, so wish me luck!

#teritalks #writeblr #idk i'm just rambling #this last chapter was so hard because i had to line up so many things to make sure it worked #and the next chapter will have a little of that but it should have a stronger foundation #anyways onwards and upwards!

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nothing makes u feel stupid quite like being a writer. out here googling “rooms in a house” to make sure i didn’t forget one of em. blockhead behavior.

#me trying to come up with rooms and passages to add to a palace #but also me literally looking up ‘types of landscapes’ bc they spent too much time in forests

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just curious as they're always things i've never questioned just doing but people in my life are often surprised that i don't mind doing them alone

🔁 pls reblog for sample size

#I’m totally cool with traveling and going to movies alone #concerts I can do without feeling too weird #eating alone at a restaurant would feel weird #but I also don’t really eat at restaurants #just too much hassle for how I manage my diabetes #not writing

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Telling myself this every day so here's a meme

#me grinding away at the scene I’ve been stuck on for two weeks #but I DID IT #the chapter is done #FINALLY #the end is near #bac

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me: *chewing on a new wip*

main wip: “what’s in your mouth?”

me: *starts chewing faster*

main wip:

#i've actually been so good recently but this is such a mood

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tragic fictional siblings... save me...

tragic fictional siblings

save me tragic fictional siblings

#idk that they really count but rn Winnie and Bran certainly Feel like tragic fictional siblings #bac

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Person: What's your book about?

Writers:

I'm both somehow 🙃

#it's as i always say #being a writer doesn't make me well-spoken #two very different types of language

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i have so many hobbies and interests but each day the four horsemen (instant gratification, shortened attention span, procrastination, exhaustion) grab me by the throat and shake me until i collapse in my comfy bed

#oof #as queue wish

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💯🙏💛🟨👍

#😭💀🎶🤞🏻😴 #yeah that’s it #that’s me #not writing #as queue wish

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self-aware time bomb characters. characters who put the wire cutters in another's hands and make them promise to sever the cord when the time comes. characters whose ever-approaching worst nightmare is bringing harm to other people. characters who hear "I'll never do anything to hurt you" as a threat.

#I’m having So Much Fun with Winnie at the moment :) #she’s fully a reckless time bomb and so fully aware of it rn #this draft is getting silly #:) #bac

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Chronically ill and disabled writers: I want to hear from you!

What tools and resources do you use to write?

How do you accommodate for yourself when working through the writing process?

What issues and challenges do you still encounter while drafting?

What advice do you have for other disabled/chronically ill writers?

I’m sharing a series of blog posts aimed at supporting these communities within the general writing community— a community to which I belong. Much of the popular bits of writing advice just do not work for us, our minds, or bodies— so I want to create some that does. I am preparing resources with information that supports people like myself, who struggle with health conditions and the challenges related to them.

I can’t guarantee these posts will automatically solve your writing dilemmas. What I can say is this: building community and the sharing of resources has changed my life as a disabled and chronically ill writer for the better. That sort of support is something I wish for all of you who happen to read this.

invite you to comment here, contact me via private message, or through my ask box. If you’re more comfortable interacting through anonymous asks, I completely understand, and I welcome those, too.

The first post in this series— Writer’s Guide to Conquering Executive Dysfunction— is already available to read.

#ooooo okay #writer with T1D and cubital tunnel here #the T1D I would say doesn’t directly impact writing so much as it just steals spoons #like I’m not writing on a bad blood sugar day or if I’m actively low #cubital tunnel on the other hand… #typing can be an issue so sometimes I’ll go straight for the notes app on my phone #there are other apps and programs I’m sure but tbh I don’t know them #even phones can be too much sometimes #in which case I’ve been known to tragically rely on dictation #about half of my drafting during nanowrimo last year was through dictation #I really struggle getting my story out that way #so usually I’ll go for more of a conversational zero draft #and then tidy it up more later when my arms are cooperative #so long as you have the information you need you’re moving in the right direction #okay and that’s enough tag talking for now

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yknow what i'm curious what's the longest song everyone has listened to in full (snippets and short versions don't count, i mean the full song) and how long is it. for me it's for el ahrairah to cry by fall of efrafa and its 22 minutes long

#idk about ever but the other day I listened to Tchaikovsky’s 5th symphony #which falls a little short of 50min #not writing

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#islands by bear's den doesn't miss #not writing

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worldbuilding holidays; possible traditions for holidays based on historical events:

commemorating victims of the historical event

parades

mass lighting candles

displaying art related to the event

cooking traditional dishes

organizing discussions and lectures to educate the public

planting commemorative trees

family trips to museums

discussions with people who lived through the event

reenacting the event

family reunions

wearing awareness accessories (ribbons, etc.)

political figures giving commemorative speeches

fundraisers for victims of the event

workshops to educate children in schools

building monuments/statues

feel free to add more!

#when I’m done with this draft I wanna get back into some worldbuilding #this would be such a fun place to start #as queue wish

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incredibly unfair that staring at the last sentence you wrote for an hour does not actually make the next one magically appear 😔

#ugh yeah #even going back doesn’t Always help #sometimes you’re just stuck #as queue wish

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EXCERPT OF CHAPTER 2: THE RAVEN'S CALL

There was a man standing in the faerie ring.

“Well, hello,” he said calmly and politely, with a cheery smile.

Winnie shrieked and leapt back, nearly tumbling back into Alder Creek. She maintained her balance, but her composure was lost, all wide eyes and wider mouth as she processed the sight before her.

Winnie would’ve started in surprise at any man suddenly appearing perfectly centered in the faerie ring, if only because she’d been sure that she was alone within the grove. But this man in particular was especially astonishing because, from a mop of curls on his head to his bare feet in the grass and every thread stitched into his clothes, he was entirely golden.

It seemed ridiculous to think of a man being made out of gold, but there he was. He shone violently in the sun, every feature aligned in a uniformly aureate complexion.

“My dear, who might you be?” he asked, his smile widening.

Purely out of her own shock, Winnie might have answered him. But before she could do so, she happened to meet his eyes. They, too, were entirely golden, lacking white, or pupil, or iris. Something about the emptiness of his gaze snapped her back to herself.

“You may call me a friend.”

If the golden man was irritated by this, he didn’t show it. Rather, amusement flickered across his face. “All right, then, friend. What is it that brings you here?”

Winnie clasped her hands behind her back to keep them from shaking. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. No one alive could recreate this man. No artist, or sculptor, or hooligan with a pail of golden paint. He wasn’t a man at all, but fae, and the similarities they shared made him only the more disturbing. If he had the look of a man, his features might have been fine. But as they were, Winnie had to repress a shudder whenever she looked at him.

“I’m looking for someone who passed this way,” she said, hoping it was a vague enough reason to escape his suspicion.

It wouldn’t do to outright accuse a fae of theft; stories told of their easily injured pride. And if this golden man was real, Winnie realized with a start that she no longer had reason to doubt the other tales Bildenbey passed along through their folklore. She disguised the following shudder as a shiver from the cold.

The golden man tapped his chin with one finger. “You know, friend, there was a little one, not too long ago. Unfortunately, I think he’s a little hard to reach just now.”

Winnie had to take a step back to keep herself from lunging into the faerie ring and strangle him where he stood.

“You took him, then.” She couldn’t keep the growl out of her tone, the rush of confirmation making her bold. “Give him back.”

The golden man snarled, his features twisting and contorting until they’d left any cosmetic humanity behind. When he spoke, the ground rumbled with the weight of his offense. “I am no thief.”

“But you know who did it. Another friend of yours?”

“I do not associate with the likes of those who stoop to stealing children.” In a moment, his expression had reverted to its seemingly perpetual smirk. “Though oddly enough, I do happen to have a passing acquaintance with them. And better, a strong desire to see them ruined.”

“And why is that better?” Winnie sneered.

The golden man leaned so far forwards that she was convinced he would tumble out of the fairy ring. As his balance held, his smile grew warmer, radiating, smothering.

“Because, my dear, it seems our interests align.”

#writeblr #my writing #my wips #wip excerpt #writing community #original writing #writers on tumblr #writblr #bac #beyond alder creek #happy 90K!! #i have officially passed the wordcount of the 1st draft! #and we still have five chapters and an epilogue to go lmao