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The man, The Myth, The Legend. One of my top 3 favorite characters, his name is Perdix, and he’s a blast to write. His dialogue is fun , he always seems on top of the situation. He’s the charmer I wished I was. A bit of a ladies man, too…. But we all know people can change. Besides, that one’s not, by any stretch of the imagination, the biggest of his problems.

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—My mother needs me here.— —What for?—Sarah asked.—She doesn’t need any extra money, Liah. She’s always working.— —But what would she do without me here?— —Psh, I don’t know.—Sarah said sarcastically.—Go to the movies, have dinner, get some drinks, find a boyfriend. She would move on, Thalia.—

Sarah is Liah’s best friend, and I’ll tell you once and for all, she’s hard to write. Ambitious, stubborn, determined, very feminine too. She’s more or less a catalyst to many of the plot points of this story. So I hope you like her as much as I do.

You can Find my book here!

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Does anyone else feel super ridiculous about how emotionally invested they are in their story? Because I’m sitting here feeling genuinely bad for people who only exist in my head. To me they’re more real that the hundreds of celebrities I’ve never met. I know about their struggles and personalities and inner turmoils, and I’m here all nostalgic, listening to a song that reminds me of them. And they don’t exist.

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Do you ever start writing something that you’re excited about and that seems like it’s turning out well and that you’re getting eager to share, and then you start typing it up or doing an edit pass and it’s just awful it’s awful its premise is fundamentally flawed and it’s out of character and the prose is clunky and the plot is badly paced and ludicrous and the whole thing is embarrassing, how could you have done this, how could you have sunk so much time into this, you can’t even look at it, how is this that shining thing you were so excited about, how could you even have considered finishing it let alone sharing it with anyone, you’re crying, your mother is crying, nuns are spontaneously exploding in the streets,

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hello hello i feel like im rlly not following enough writeblrs at the moment, or the ones i was following have gone inactive, so reblog/like this if you’re an active writeblr and ill check your blog out! or feel free to rec some of your faves

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What It’s Like to Publish Your Book With a Small Press

If you’re looking to publish your novel, the options can feel overwhelming. From the Big 5 to self-publishing, where to start? Today, author Victoria Sheridan is here to share some experiences with small press publishing, which is somewhere in the middle:

Your novel is written, edited, polished, and ready for publishing. But how to go about that crucial last step? Some authors choose to go traditional by querying agents and hopefully signing with a major publishing house with lots of marketing opportunities, while others choose to self publish, preferring to have personal control of every step of the process. There is, however, a middle ground: small presses.

Small presses are what they sound like—a publisher that offers all or almost all of what a traditional publisher offers, including editing, cover design, and marketing, but on a much smaller scale. This can make them much more nimble and willing to take chances, and oftentimes they interact directly with the author, no agent needed. Many small presses have a specific special interest, which is great news for people who write genre fiction.

Keep reading

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[writeblr intro] hello ! i’m ai [21, she/her] (carrd in desc) & this is my blog. i like photography and translated literature. one of my favourite songs is thousand knives by ryuichi sakamoto. im not new to writeblr but i’d like to participate actively again :0 so i’m interested in contemporary, litfic, surrealist, slice of life, cyberpunk, and works which belong to niche genres !! 

[wip intro] my life is devoted to one single wip, tapioca on the moon.

a girl from venus, a moonlit river, a stolen cat. dreams and reality flow into an endless sea under the summer sun.

it’s a contemporary surrealist wlw work set in east asia with all asian characters, aimed at adults. there is an excerpt below & u can see all tapioca posts under the tag #tapioca.

with the sour aftertaste of lime soda buzzing on my tongue, i thought about [x], the gleam of moonlight in her eyes, the shadow of the waves rippling over her body. i had wanted to go to the sea with her again - our sea, perhaps. 

“sometimes i can feel the whole world filling with seawater,” she used to tell me. “right up to the sky - everything turns blue, it’s like a dream.”

“and if you keep swimming to the top, you can reach the clouds,” i’d reply.

she nodded. a warm breeze brushed across our skins. her face was half light, half shadows, a speck of light on her nose. above, clouds swept across the sky like cigarette puffs. i tried to get a better look at them, but my eyes began to ache.

that’s all !!! i hope to meet other writeblrs with similar interests/wips <3 pls rb/like so i see ur blogs !

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Words to describe someone’s voice :

adenoidal (adj) :  some of the sound seems to come through their nose.

appealing (adj): voice shows that you want help, approval, or agreement.

breathy (adj): with loud breathing noises.

booming (adj): very loud and attention-getting.

brittle (adj): if you speak in a brittle voice, you sound as if you are about to cry.

croaky (adj): they speak in a low, rough voice that sounds as if they have a sore throat.

grating (adj): a grating voice, laugh, or sound is unpleasant and annoying.

gravelly (adj): a gravelly voice sounds low and rough.

high-pitched (adj): true to its name, a high-pitched voice or sound is very high.

honeyed (adj): honeyed words or a honeyed voice sound very nice, but you cannot trust the person who is speaking.

matter-of-fact (adj): usually used if the person speaking knows what they are talking about (or absolutely think they know what they are talking about).

penetrating (adj): a penetrating voice is so high or loud that it makes you slightly uncomfortable.

raucous (adj): a raucous voice or noise is loud and sounds rough.

rough (adj): a rough voice is not soft and is unpleasant to listen to.

shrill (adj): a shrill voice is very loud, high, and unpleasant.

silvery (adj): this voice is clear, light, and pleasant.

stentorian (adj): a stentorian voice sounds very loud and severe.

strangled (adj): a strangled sound is one that someone stops before they finish making it.

strident (adj): this voice is loud and unpleasant.

thick (adj): if your voice is thick with an emotion, it sounds less clear than usual because of the emotion.

tight (adj): shows that you are nervous or annoyed.

toneless (adj): does not express any emotion.

wheezy (adj): a wheezy noise sounds as if it is made by someone who has difficulty breathing.

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Do you ever just stop writing for like a week and then come back to it and feel the cogs on your mind turning slowly as if they were all rusted? bc same.

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A Character Based on Yourself

I’m starting a little tag to see what other people think about this topic.

I don’t have much experience with writing at all. I’ve been pouring my heart and soul into my very first novel for some months now, but that’s about it. Needless to say, I don’t know too much about character writing, but I’ve seen some blog entries about why you should be writing a character based on yourself.

Now, I don’t know about “Should” or anything, but I do gotta say, it’s been quite the experience. 

My main character is called Liah. It’s not a far stretch to say I’ve poured many of my own traits into her, because she speaks in first person and that’s what comes easier at the moment. 

However, the writing experience has transformed Liah into so much more than just a shameless self-insert.

I love Liah because she has many of my redeeming qualities, potentialized. She’s a hard worker, is laser-focused on short-term goals, she can summon charisma on-command when the situation calls for it. 

I hate Liah because she has the very worst aspects of my personality: she’s very self-centered without even realizing it, she’s pessimistic many a times, she has no long-term goals that she can speak of, she has a tendency to self-sabotage.

Liah is interesting to me because she has the qualities I love most about myself, and the flaws that I most despise. I hope you found the thought experiment interesting. I’ll tag @rhyaxxyn and @juls-writes :D

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The Market of Plenty

I arrived at the market. I had never asked, but I imagined the place had been instituted inside a good-looking, once fancy house. The building was two stories tall, the first one square, the second topped by a ceiling in a triangular shape, similar to the farmhouses in town. What would’ve been the front porch was completely open, it didn’t have doors, precisely, it simply had no walls at the front. The only things to obstruct the entrance being four concrete pillars that supported the wide balcony on the second floor. 

The inside was curious. The building, although looking like a house, didn’t have any rooms, but was just a flat expanse of space, the floors covered with white mosaic dotted with blue flowers. What really made it maze-like were the stands and stores. Every single shop owner had done something to outline their space. The shops that were positioned next to a wall stacked their produce against it in crates until they reached the ceiling; I knew from some of the vendors that a furious bidding war broke out the few times the shop owners that occupied one of the two corners in the back of the house left. Everybody seemed to think it was more practical than agreeing with their neighbor to erect a makeshift wall they could both take advantage of. 

The shops in the center varied even more. Some used four poles that stood straight joined by a square shape at the top to make a structure in which they hung drapes. Others made a square counter and displayed as much produce as they could on its top, restocking from crates put away below the counter. Others seemed to utilize ingenious combinations of two or more tactics, like putting a counter at the front, a wall at the back and drapes at the sides. The variety gave the place a sort of chaotic uniformity, and the stark difference between each place made it easier to traverse and learn.

Before coming to Everlasting Bounty, I lived in a bigger town. There were two or three tiny markets there, and a supermarket that had been all the rage for a couple of years after its inauguration. The shopkeepers in the market would greet you sometimes, if you knew them, and didn’t mingle much with each other. The supermarket would’ve been ghostly quiet had it not been for the soft music playing in the back. 

Here in the Market of Plenty, music would’ve made this place a haywire auditory nightmare. It had been a bit of a shock the first time I came. Vendors screamed at you as you passed, taking fruits in their hands and showing them to you, trying to get your attention as they yelled about the produce in season, the prices they offered, and the sales. 

Written competition was also pretty common. Handwritten signs were everywhere, displayed in the way best suited for the structure of each shop. Either hanged, mounted on floor stands, or made into a picket-sign and skewered in a mound of fruit, made to stand by the spaces and weight generously provided by a mound of, say, velvet cherries. They were pretty fun to read, too. “Cheaper and better than the guy next door” and “Best deal in town” being the mildest I had found, but a lot of them used a ripe choice of swear words and slander. If the vendors weren’t trying to catch your attention, they were normally yelling at their neighbor or at their help. 

Honestly, the first time Sarah brought me, I thought there was a riot happening. It took a couple minutes to understand that people just talked that way to each other here. The competition seemed fierce, but apparently, it was good-natured.

Liah Enlightened - Chapter 2 - The Market of Plenty https://www.wattpad.com/story/247353278-liah-enlightened

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writeblr re-introduction

about…

❂ i’m kennedy {…} (kenny, ken, or rhyaxxyn - ree-uh-zin)

❂ she/her

❂ 18 but i’m pretty sure there’s a few past lives under my belt so my weariness is justified

❂ infp/infj  |   cancer sun, capricorn moon, taurus rising  |   it makes for an emotionally exhausted and creatively ambitious idiot named ken.

❂ native america woc as well as polish heritage:)

❂ there are a select few moods i show – chaos; mmmm, write make brain go brrrr; cry with my characters; give my characters more trauma

❂ i love mac and cheese. in fact i just stopped doing this to make some. very good. 10/10. I recommend.

❂ i gotta little bit of da mental illness. it adds a natural spice to my writing

❂ if you catch me disappearing from writeblr, whap me with a stick.

what do i write?

❂ i write a lot of religiously inspired pieces due to my previous upbringings in catholicism (which weren’t usually kind in catholics schools and such). thankfully, I’m happily following a pagan path which has also inspired a number of my works. this pieces usually tend toward satire to ridicule those sort of negative teachings that were forced on me at a young age.

❂ i wholeheartedly do not like stories which constantly revolve around romantic relationship issues. i much prefer it when a couple works out their problems together and communicates healthily, so those are the couplings i write.

❂ i like distractions in my novels. the more i can push my readers eyes away from the main strife that the mc will have to face the better. TNO itself has a number of distractor villains who are pushing Heather from what she needs to focus herself.

❂ fantasy, fantasy, fantasy. whether it’s high, low, contemporary, or missed with other genres. i love fantasy works more than anything since they allow so much freedom in my writing.

what wips exist in my pea brain? (time to get serious)

❂ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒; a series following Heather, the creator of the universe and the gods, her Soul Guardian Quinn, the God of Light, and Natia, a young scientist who has been controlled all her life, as they each navigate the war between humans and gods; The Nameless War. As their stories collide and the scales of power tip wildly, secrets of all of existence are revealed, threatening to alter our protagonist’s lives–but they cannot decide if it would be for better or worse.

❂ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐒; in a world split between the holy beings who serve the Aether, and the unholy who serve the Nether, Nemesis Macaria, Princess of Dhara and the Nether Witches, is thrust into a series of political intrigues which have made many of her people suffer. In a desperate attempt to receive aid from Dhara’s sister kingdom and her mother’s home, Kenna, Nemesis’s strength, will, and magic will be tested. When she crosses the sea, all the world will be changed.

❂ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀; A story which flows through time in order to follow Miykal Seher, the latest High Priestess, and the first High Priestess who came to be three thousand years ago, Amaranthine. As each of them learns more about their powers and the corruption which lies amidst the heavens, more is revealed about the legacy of The Major Arcana, and just how Miykal and Amaranthine must unite in the space between in order to secure their world. Not to mention both of them have to kill God before he kills them.

i hope you guys were even slightly amused by this sneak peek at my chaos brain. i’ve just come back from a very long hiatus (nearly a year long when I finally showed back up) but i’m hoping to reach more writeblrs like I had through my calling all writeblrs post and get some new writer friends.

please reblog not only so i make sure to follow you but also so this can reach more writeblrs!!! thank you <3

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Welcome to Supporting Writeblrs!

What is this blog?

Basically, if you like a writeblr and want o show them support,

send me an ask and I’ll make a image and tag the writeblr with the image that has that message on, like the example below:

@awakeingdreamer is such a positive person and I love their writing and blog so much

I wanted to do this because 2020 has been a rough year and we need some positivity

Please spread the word?

- if you want to find me ouside this blog, my main blog is @bbcalamity

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A table at the Harvest Festival

I took a while to stare at the food. 

The salespeople always went above and beyond to impress their buyers. I noticed they didn’t mind feeding their potential customers fruit that was gonna go out of season, perhaps because seasons were nice enough to come once a year, so the investors had more than one thing to look forward to. 

The table was full of plates of food that featured the summer’s best crops: There were big pieces of beef roasted in garlic butter accompanied by big chunks of king peppers, plates of fire-roasted and buttered cayenne corn, bowls of salads filled with slices of squash cucumber that swam in a watery dressing studded with bits of black pepper, a different salad, this one made out of fruits: blushing peaches, sliced alongside the whole family of “Regal berries”, which were bigger, juicier, slightly tarter versions of normal strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and blueberries, all together served with honey and cherry lime juice. 

For the fall dishes, I saw a bowl of an orange-colored puree that must have been syrup potato or carrot, plates of chicken sauteed with smoke mushrooms and lavender basil, ice radishes roasted with pork chops, more salads still, composed of toy-spinach and toy-arugula and a creamy dressing of some kind, everything intertwined with pitchers of Sunset-mango liqueur based drinks and different fruit wines to wash it all down.

Liah Enlightened — Chapter 5. The Harvest Festival — https://www.wattpad.com/story/247353278-liah-enlightened

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Last Line Tag

Thanks to  @rhyaxxyn​  for tagging me. You also caught me at the end of a chapter :)

I turned around and offered her my creation: A small doll made out of still water, with orange light inside it. Elizabeth took it in her hands, her dark eyes bright with wonder, as if it was more, so much more than a basic, cheap trick, and thanked me before I let myself out of the room. During the ride home, all I had learned went through my mind, with a very important piece jutting out. There was a way for someone to make themselves scarce in one’s memories, and so much of a certain night was falling into place inside my mind. That man at the bar in Priesfoot. He had known exactly how to approach me, what to talk to me about, how to draw me in… And when I had complied, when he had gotten to know me, he had drawn out so much information from my brain . But what for? What was it that he had wanted with me?

I had gone in to get information for Hoshu, but I had managed to find more than I had hoped for. I had managed to realize I had fallen victim to… How had Elizabeth put it? A most extraordinary mentalist.

Liah Enlightened - Chapter 25 - Tales of Ontomagy 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/247353278-liah-enlightened

I’ll tag @juls-writes  and @rhyaxxyn​ 

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Sarah wants Liah to skip town with her

Sarah was staring at me. She had remained quiet, not pushing me, letting me mull things over, but her gaze now prompted me to speak up.—I don’t know, man. My mom needs me here.—

—What for?—She questioned, irked at me.—Does she need the extra income? Isn’t she working most of the time?—

—What would she do without me?—I asked, feeling tears flood my eyes.

—Pfff, I don’t know! Go to the movies, have dinner, go to bars, get a boyfriend.—She pointed.—She would move on, Liah.

I exhaled, feeling the hole inside my chest growing larger.—I don’t know if she can do that.

—Why?

—Because she hasn’t moved on from Wes! She never forgave him.—I finished as my voice broke. Sarah paused for a second, then pressed on.

—Isn’t that her problem? Neither Wes nor you are responsible for how she feels.

—I just don’t want her to hate me!—I stammered, almost screaming.

—Staying here just for her sake is gonna make you hate her.—She pointed out.—So, you won’t come?— She asked after a while, giving the question a strange air of finality. I could see she felt sadder than she was irritated. I stayed silent for a long time. 

—I’ll… think about it.—

With that, Sarah stood up from my bed, stretched, said goodbye, and went home, and I was left to make dinner by myself.

Liah Enlightened — Chapter 3 — Sarah’s request  https://www.wattpad.com/story/247353278-liah-enlightened

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After the Magic Testing

After we had finished filling in our life stories in excruciating detail, we were directed to closed booths were a person took a sample of hair, a fingernail, a swab of the inside of our cheek, and even a blood sample, which I was glad I hadn’t known about beforehand, because I wouldn’t have had the courage to show up. 

While we waited to receive our results, I looked around at the people who were sitting around us, wriggling their hands nervously in their laps, wondering if they had the capacity in them to be magicians. 

While I didn’t know if I had it in me or not, we had all learned in school just how little the magician population really was. Very few people in the world were born with the ability to use magic, and even then, being born with the ability did not mean that a baby would pop out of the womb breathing fire and making objects levitate. Before that could be possible, came the awakening: the moment of a person’s life when they cast magic for the first time. 

The gist of it was that nobody knew how to trigger it. As far as I knew, it happened differently to every single magician, and it could happen at any time in a person’s life. It was the subject of many investigations, books, and even scams. People wrote about their own awakening and other magician’s to see if somebody could draw a conclusion to figure it out, or the author drew their own, but they never yielded good results for the readers, scientists researched in many ways, like this one, and they still hadn’t pinpointed the reason for it. 

The scams were the most blatant, charging people to make them do Lord-knows-what, promising they’d awaken afterward, accepting anybody, not even suggesting a magic test would be in order first, or bothering to tell people that there was a big chance that they weren’t able to wield any magic at all. It was shameless on their part. The chance of someone not being a magician was 98 percent, but still, there were people who hoped.

After the unsavory procedures, we waited for thirty minutes in the chairs and got our results in sealed envelopes, plus the promised reward: a card containing 2000 goldens in it, which was where I put my hopes at. I was looking at my card. It just a red card with numbers on it. Suddenly, the noise of ripping paper brought me to my senses. Sarah was tearing her envelope open with a speed and urgency that told me she was trying to get it over with as soon as possible. It made me uneasy. I took my own envelope and tucked it away in my pocket. —Negative.—Sarah declared with a smug grin on her face. I was astonished to see her not looking disappointed at all, instead, focusing her pride on the fact that she had been right in her hypothesis. She kept on reading with a serious expression on her face.—It says my children could be magic, though.— —How’d they work that out?—I wondered, as the idea did not match what little I knew about genetics.

—Beats me.—Sarah answered, shrugging. I couldn’t picture Sarah as a mom anyway, but I made a mental note to ask around to see if anybody knew more.

Liah Enlightened. — https://my.w.tt/tFLFbYWzpbb