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having an oc you havent drawn / written about publicly yet that only exist as a concept is so funny. i have special access to this limited edition guy from my brain

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Pondering my orbs.

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So writers joke a lot about "drinking the tears of our readers", but I want to be so honest with you when I tell you that making you cry isn't our real goal. Making you feel is.

Kicking your feet? Giggling? Can't stop smiling? And yes, crying? Feeling anything, everything. That's our goal. That means we did The Job.

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Literally sobbing. A judge, a US judge defended us. A judge brought up intersex people, uaing the term intersex, to *defend* us by not allowing our erasure. I'm having a lot of feelings right now

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This place has the vibe of: I'm checking an empty suitcase on the flight I've booked to NY and I am coming home with nothing but books. If I don't make it back just tell them that I disappeared doing what I loved -- staring at thousands of books in awe, walking the labyrinth of knowledge with at least a stack of six books in my arms (why yes my wrists arent happy but shhh, books), and wondering if the owner would let me live there.

Twitter thread by Melissa Caruso about a labyrinthine magical bookstore in Syracuse, NY. Link to the first tweet in the thread; most pictures have image descriptions! Now here are the screenshots of that thread:

And then a hero of the labyrinthine magical bookstores of the world put all the bookstores that people listed in the replies on a map! (Google Maps link)

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Scifi writer fear: readers who like to do more math than you do

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Sorry not sorry about getting political on the writing blog. I have a rage beneath my skin that burns brighter than a thousand suns, and every day, it gets worse.

Keep your messaging simple:

“Trump fired everyone in charge of airplane safety, and a week later planes started crashing into each other.”

That’s it. That’s the messaging. Don’t get bogged down disputing Trump’s false claims. Just blame him, in short and repeatable sentences.

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Oklahoma is attempting to pass a bill that would ban explicit romance novels. Authors, narrators, and sellers could all face fines of up to $100,000 and up to 10 years in jail for each instance.

If you live in OK, call your representative and tell them this bill should not be allowed to pass.

This is likely a test case. Republicans will try to pass it in OK and if it passes other states will likely try to pass similar laws.

In the meantime, get physical copies of books you like. Download those pdfs. Archive your AO3 stories and keep them on a physical hard drive. (Storing those files in the cloud could be problematic in the future as the company managing the cloud service can see what your files are)

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Six years is a long time. I've heard that every seven years, a body's cells have completely replaced themselves, so at this point, we're 6/7ths of a way to being entirely different people than we used to be. Lots has happened in that time, but I feel like the things that brought us together haven't changed a bit since then.

And I am sorry.

I know I keep vague apologizing, but I can't find it in to me to just reach out. My therapist and I have talked about how all of that went down... and while talking about it made me feel a little less anxious about the whole thing, I still feel guilty for the way it played out, at least, in relation to you.

You said that you could write letters you'd never send, so I guess this is my way of (sort of) reciprocating that. I know it's a dumb copout to not just send you a message, but I also know that I am facing the consequences of my choices.

A lot has changed in six years. What hasn't changed is when I find a meme or internet joke that is so weird, that I think, "I know who would love this!" -- and then I remember.

I'm not sure what the point of this post is, or if you'll even see it. I think mostly I wrote this to just get it on paper, to get it out of my head. And to voice that I hope you are doing okay. These are scary times we are living in, and I know I don't really have a right to ask you, since I can't even drum up the courage to just message you. But I hope you are doing okay.

Despite the way it all went down, despite my anxiety getting so bad that I couldn't be in that space anymore, I would still drop everything and hotwire a car at a moment's notice, in the middle of the night; I would still answer if you texted me. Heck, I will probably always think of you when I find weird internet jokes.

And once again, I know I could never be able to apologize for what happened enough, but I am truly, sincerely sorry for it all. I could rattle off that same excuse -- that you were just caught in the middle and I didn't want to ask you make that decision... but I know now that in my anxious panic, I didn't think clearly. I only focused on knowing I needed to get out.

I hope you're doing okay. I really, truly hope you are.

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Cordially (ONC 2024) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/361996536-cordially-onc-2024?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Falling-Rivers #ONC2024 Eight years after leaving her now-ex fiance at the altar, Odelia gets an invitation to her younger sister's wedding. There's no way in hell she's going alone, knowing that her entire family and ex fiance's family will be in attendance. Of course, she'll be bringing hell with her.

My ONC submission for this year is LIVE! Please feel free to check it out and let me know what you think :)

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My only real and valid writing tip is that you google every word you make up for your fantasy stories. That's It

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each summer has a different taste 

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You don’t have to apologize for your story being “corny” or predictable. Are you proud of it? Do you enjoy writing it? That’s what’s important.

(Also while we’re at it: predictable ≠ bad)

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insulting your own work (art or writing or whatever) super openly, especially directly on your work is also insulting everyone who sees and enjoys it. you're essentially calling them a liar or telling them that they have shit taste.

i think abt this a lot (and it helped me stop being an asshole abt my own writing), but i'm especially bitter when it's people who have commission stuff all over. like. you say your stuff is worth buying, but you're calling it awful? do you see what you're saying?

i know it's not always that simple to realize, but still. ghghgh.

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Characters who fake their deaths, but you frame it like they're Orpheus.

They have to keep walking. They cannot look back. They cannot listen to the tears or the cries or the silence behind them.

They have to keep walking until they've made it through, because looking back will doom the ones they're trying to save.