#Writing Accountability

[skimmingmilk]

Not gonna demand but if you work on your WIP then I'll work on mine 💀

Oooh, I like this even better. Yes! Let's work on our WIPs together! Teamwork~

I did get a little bit done, about 400 words, so feeling warmed up enough to keep going for a while longer I think :) Gonna go for another 30 minutes. Wishing you luck and ideas for yours, too!

[cee-grice]

writing accountability, May 10

DAY TEN FELLAS!!! CAN I GET A WAHOO

I continue to be impressed by myself lol. today was a SUPER tiring day as I went on a bit of a trek and was generally rather tired 😩 we continue to persevere though!... I've also been thinking about this short story I want to write, but I've found that most of my free time gets taken up with me trying to reach my daily goal, so I'm not sure when I'll find the time for it.... eh anyway

word count: 816/800

snippet:

“Oh, enough with you,” the Headmaster spoke up, waving his bony hand in dismissal, as if he hadn’t been the one who’d urged for their thoughts. “The boy has yet to have a chance to speak!” When they quieted, some more begrudgingly than others, they all set their eyes on Quilin, expectant. This threw him off balance a little, and he said, tone measured and careful, “What… do you want me to say?” Dollora’s eye twitched, but the Headmaster only appeared amused.

he just got here and already he's confused, so real

SEE YA TOMORROW!!!!

@the-wip-project weee

[bardic-tales]

What am I working on? Hm.

Each step bled her. Each breath rattled like shattered glass in her chest. Noctemaris clanged behind her, dragging its cursed edge across the stair. She didn’t have the strength to sheath it nor did she dare. The blade whispered in a tongue too ancient and cruel for comfort. “If you were stronger, little flame, then you could have saved him,” it said.

[revenantlore]

a few highlights from this afternoon’s short editing session because my cat decided she should lay on my chest and block my view of the laptop screen

Rem’s fingers twitch at his side, desperate to touch the sleek black guitar where it leans against the bricks like a dormant corpse. 

“Nice to know you care.”

The words slip in one ear and out the other, Rem’s vision tunneling in on Jonah’s mouth. He’s never been jealous of a cigarette before now, watching how Jonah’s lips circle around the end of it.

[bluejay-in-write]

Wrote something today and actually managed to make the post in the same day a two for one 🥳

But uh yeah so i decided that I'm going to start trying to force myself to write at a specific time because before i would naturally write just before bed but my exhaustion levels haven't allowed that for a long time. So instead i thought it would be a good idea to write just after breakfast because I'll have food in me and wouldn't have done anything tiring yet so i guess we'll see how this works I'm trying to hold onto hope! ☺️

I didn't write as much as i normally do or as much as i wanted to and was going to try to force myself to write a couple more pages after i came to a natural end but then i reminded myself that i should be happy that i wrote at all and leave what i wrote as it was meant to be. After shuffling some songs i had landed on one that reminded me of Sirus (name still pending) from my original fantasy story that I've been struggling heavily with getting it off the ground.

What i wrote didn't add really anything that wasn't already there but thinking about him beforehand i feel like i have more of a solid idea of where he is at mentally and physically at the beginning of the story so at least there's that and it has me questioning some other things that i know will become important later on.

Anyways at the end of the day I'm just glad i wrote and if anyone has any free advice or suggestions when it comes to fantasy world building from ground 0 for a intuitive writer i would really appreciate it cause I'm out here struggling 😅🤣😭

@the-wip-project

[beatricecrumplebottom]

After not writing for about a year, I've written 1,100+ words of a Sims-based short story. I've sort of given up with making it a proper "sim story" with lots of images. I'm just going to write the thing and if I ever get to making the images, they can be supplemental and not necessary to understand the story.

It's sort of a horror story, though I haven't got to the horror portion yet. Just the set-up.

It's hard getting started with writing again.

It's main characters are Carl Gieke and the Ottomas family. And some plantsims. (You know those 4t2 sims I made from the Romantic Stuff pack/kit thing? Yeah, they're getting turned into plantsims for this. Well. They were going to be plantsims, and if I ever, you know, get there with the clothes and neighborhood, they'll be plantsims.) And the lore sim "Marasenna" the "queen of the non-sleepers."

I know what you're thinking, "Carl Gieke?" Don't you mean Chester?" Nope, I mean his dad, Carl! Chester will get his story later. (I hope. when I figure out what his is.)

The Ottomas family are the bad guys.

[peach-the-gospel]

Writing Log: A Gnome of My Own

Thursday, January 16th

Words Written: 33/500

Total Word Count: 1,778

Favorite Line:

blah blah blah

The writing today was shit ass but I sure did sit down to write.

[alistonjdrake]

Through Ice & Terror: AKA The Project June Hopes to Outline this Year

one girlfailure black/bi protag + my geniune love and defense of love triangles/messy romantic situations + a gilded age America-inspired fantasy setting + a drop of an ice age + fantasy of manners = the wip I hope to fully outline this year!

Her dangerously charming ex-husband, her loyal childhood friend, her beguiling former fiancé, and a mysterious politician in need of a wife all threaten to upend the slight peace of Naomi Nettles' existence. Born without the gift of Insight, the ability to see the monsters that plague the world outside the cities in the Frost Wastes, and a trait ruefully abundant in her family, Naomi is treated as little more than expendable. An embarrassment to her family and peers and seemingly with little social standing in a stifling community, when her mother calls her home to introduce her to one Vivian Quinlan -An upstart politician from the capital desperate enough to marry the last single Nettles daughter - Naomi finally believes things are looking up. That is until one of her former romantic prospects winds up dead and Naomi finds herself firmly in the middle of a murderous conspiracy between several factions that could threaten to undo the fragile alliances between the cities among the Frost Wastes and what little normalcy remains in Naomi's life.

This is a less a wip intro and more so the beginning of what I hope will serve as a year-long accountability thread as I flesh out my ideas, characters, and get a concrete hold on the story before I officially start it (but, as I am myself, some stuff is already written and I'm really doing this to feel out interest)

[grapenehifics]

I completed my allotment of 460 minutes of writing time on Pick Up the Pieces (as per the writing poll I shared last month and now can't find again because I'm bad at tagging stuff OOPS) AND while I still have a chapter and a half to go, it has passed 150k total word count. So there's that.

[gwen-tolios]

New Ko-Fi post for subscribers! Talking about my upcoming short story series, Chicago's Grimm, how querying is going, and what the political climate means to me (though I'm sure Tumblr followers can guess).

[objectively-terrible]

Writing Accountability

01/26/2025

I got sick again. :( Honestly, these are probably still gonna be super inconsistent because we've got a move coming up. Yay!

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The Crosses We Carry

First Draft Word Count: 514/500 Total Word Count: 2,872

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A Snippet

⚠ CONTENT WARNING ⚠ - Mentions of religious psychosis

I was never allowed down here as a kid. My dad always made sure that I knew that this was his space, and his space alone. My stomach sinks. So, this is why. The walls are littered with crucifixes and crosses along with Bible verses and prayers scrawled in red. Containers of Holy Water, both empty and full, lay scattered about on tables and the floor.  In the middle of the room, there’s a white marble altar. A statue of Jesus stands on the pedestal surrounded by half-burned candles and dried flowers. A Bible bound in leather with gold leaf lettering is set to the side. Its gold ribbon marks a page somewhere in the middle. I don’t touch it. I refuse to. The ghost of my dad still lingers in this home, but it’s not this. This is what’s left of the illness that took him from me.

[laurahepworth-author]

Managed almost 900 words today on the second book in my fairy tale retelling series! After a couple months of just feeling 'blah' and struggling to concentrate on anything my writing momentum is finally picking back up again. Just passed 11k total word count for this project and curious where it will end up at considering book one was almost 183k words.

[cee-grice]

writing accountability, May 5

dayyyy 5 babyyyy can I get a HELLYEAH

rah I'm having so much fun with where I am in the story right now:)) they're being rather silly and goofy!! Quilin's ecstatic about Things!! and when he's happy, he's very fun:)) so yeah even though I wrote late today AGAIN (boo work>:((), I had little trouble reaching my goal lol. I'm going at a decent pace right now, but I really need to write more whilst I still can, because there will be days this month were I will be super busy aghh

also I decided to take part in the daily writing project @the-wip-project is organizing, so there is also that:)) you guys should check it out too :))

word count: 865/800

snippet:

“It really is going to go great, though,” Florin said. “It’ll be flawless. Absolutely without any hitches at all. Nothing could ever go wrong.” “No, stop.” “And if it does,” Greta said, holding up far too many scalpels. “We have knives.” Quilin covered his mouth with his free hand as giggles rose up his throat. It wasn’t even that funny, but all of a sudden, everything seemed so profoundly ridiculous he couldn’t not laugh. “And, better yet,” Florin continued, grinning now, too, “we have someone who actually knows how to use them. You would be so fucked with me.” “I thought he already was,” Greta said, unreasonably serious. Florin stared at her long and hard. “Please never make jokes again.”

my humor is so fucking stupid i'm sorry

ANYWAY SEE YOU TOMORROW

[bardic-tales]

Working on the factions still. Going over my outline. I see that I need to add Jenova to the Outsider factions, too. So, basically, the Celestial would want to seal it away in the Celestial Prison on the Celestial Realm. This is the entire reason that Bianca's purification aura is triggered so much in Blood and Stardust. Her soul and powers were meant to fight against interdimensional threats.

Is their membership voluntary or forced? Jenova's association with the Outsider Influence faction is neither voluntary nor forced in a traditional sense. Its nature as an ancient, malevolent entity places it in this category by default, given its cosmic origins and drive to corrupt and assimilate. The faction's influence is not something Jenova chooses or is coerced into; rather, it is an intrinsic aspect of its being as an interdimensional threat.

[revenantlore]

more like editing accountability but new words were added so it still counts. i am officially done with the first eight chapters as of tonight. it is taking me longer than i anticipated and hoped for but life happened and keeps happening.

from press start draft 2.0 :

“Right, gotcha.” He taps ash off onto the concrete, rubs a hand over his knee. “I got work in a couple hours, d’you want me to stay and hang around until then?”

Yeah, but Rem shakes his head. Fixates on the letters on the vacancy sign above them until they blur. Wishes this was all a fucking dream.

“Sure? ‘cause I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“How sweet,” Rem says and finally snatches the cigarette from between Jonah’s lips, which break into a wide grin. “Asshole.”’