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ettawritesnstudies · 2 hours
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having approached higher education with the basic and incurable attitude that I will do whatever the hell I want whenever I happen to feel like doing it, and with a healthy amount of disrespect for the university as an institution, I still really fucking like it. I think it's neat. people should keep track of everything humans know, and they should keep beautifully organized and maintained archives, and people all over the world should be able to visit that place to speak with other scholars, and the existence of the school should be independent of the fortunes of whatever nation or land hosts it. all humans everywhere should agree by common accord that these places are not to be destroyed. visiting a nice university library is like stepping briefly into a world where that's the case
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ettawritesnstudies · 6 hours
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Always something off about how an artist will spend years and years making a webcomic and then you can just read all of it in like a few hours
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ettawritesnstudies · 11 hours
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speechless. the pose. the expression. this should be a painting.
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ettawritesnstudies · 18 hours
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New art!!!! I’ve been getting back into graphic design recently! 2024 is going to be my draw whatever I want without stressing era (I will probably stress)
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ettawritesnstudies · 22 hours
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So, uh, I’ve been wanna to post about my writing, but I also love drawing, so, have some concept art!
This guy’s title is ‘The Wandering Lantern’, he’s a guiding spirit of the hearth and warmth in a permanently frozen tundra (called Nixarian in my notes). He’s also known as ‘The Man of the Moths’ or ‘Kindle Man’.
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The idea for this guy is he’s a type of immortal, specifically of the reincarnates over and over variety. Specifically specifically, he goes through a maiden-mother-crone cycle.
Spawns in as a young man (apprx 20-22 yrs old) with a bow and quiver and actively hunts the various demons/undead/evil spirits of the mountains & tundra. As he grows into middle age, he wards off the undead with the bow and uses a lantern to guide people through blizzards and pitch black nights. As a small old man he forgoes the bow and is rarely seen, but the light of his lantern always sways in the distance, keeping watch over the people.
These or just concepts of him in his middle-age phase, I’m working on wise old man and hot-heated young man.
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Cardinals and Chickadees
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A little backyard bird series I’m working on :)
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Got one more chapter, finished the grammar check, and sent out my newsletter last night, which was good enough for the day.
Today I'm making tiramisu cinnamon rolls and trying to finish the climax! The book has got to be done tomorrow!
I edited 13,850 words yesterday in a truly unprecedented fit of productivity and today I am so sleepy and depsite working on one of my favorite chapters, trying to get the words out of my brain is like trying to squeeze blood from a stone, there is simply nothing left in the noggin
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Cardinals and Chickadees
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A little backyard bird series I’m working on :)
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The King of the Forest
... sees and hears everything.
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ettawritesnstudies · 2 days
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it's not that I need a quiet day or a day off exactly; it's that I need a pocket of time that exists entirely outside of linear time as we know it that would allow me to get things done without time passing in the real world, and frankly, I don't think that's too much to ask.
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ettawritesnstudies · 2 days
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It's been a 2 coffee and a nap kind of day and now it's 4pm and I'm eyeing up the black tea. hoping that sitting in the sun will fix me. photosynthesize the words as god intended.
I edited 13,850 words yesterday in a truly unprecedented fit of productivity and today I am so sleepy and depsite working on one of my favorite chapters, trying to get the words out of my brain is like trying to squeeze blood from a stone, there is simply nothing left in the noggin
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ettawritesnstudies · 2 days
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I edited 13,850 words yesterday in a truly unprecedented fit of productivity and today I am so sleepy and depsite working on one of my favorite chapters, trying to get the words out of my brain is like trying to squeeze blood from a stone, there is simply nothing left in the noggin
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ettawritesnstudies · 2 days
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yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow
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ettawritesnstudies · 2 days
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You need to draw and make art or else all the images will stay in your head and you'll get sick
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ettawritesnstudies · 2 days
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Suddenly struck by the need for a story about a Victorian lady naturalist who studies those cutesy Victorian flower fairies, but like, as a completely dead-serious scientific endeavor--just because they're adorable and feminine and impossibly twee doesn't mean they're not a vital component of the ecosystem, Bob.
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ettawritesnstudies · 2 days
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You Are No Chicken. Frank Paton (1856-1909)
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