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Also: I feel like this is my first time writing a character who legitimately does bottle their emotions and successfully hides most of their feelings and backstory from the others and it's morbidly fascinating to watch him go. I just know it's going to backfire spectacularly but it's frighteningly effective for him so far

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Rather than feeling defeated by my decision to write as a hobby for myself instead of worrying about ever making my work publishable, I feel so free and victorious

"This chapter's too long so it's unbalanced with the others" "Oh that's kind of an awkward phrase" "This story's so bloated with unnecessary conversations" "This is obvious plagiarism" "I didn't research this enough" "This part of the worldbuilding makes no sense and is underdeveloped" WHO CARES! If there is no chance that anyone will ever see it then I can just do EXACTLY what I want without ANY consideration of whether it's good, justifiable, etc.

UNLIMITED POWER

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Help, I set this prologue way in the past with the specific intention that all the characters would die and now I've gotten attached to them

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Aaaand I immediately decided I don't want to work on that WIP anymore and want a Completely New One instead

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The Shoreton Pyrocidal Brigade: my current WIP

I was cleaning DVDs at the library one day and noted the popularity of shows about police, doctors, and...firefighters? What would even happen in a show like that? And I promptly put that question into my comedic fantasy setting and now I barely write it, but I do want to talk about it, so here's an explanation for when I inevitably go off about Treusse or Hickory.

Yes, the dragons are a metaphor for unchecked late-stage capitalism/billionaires because I am tired.

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Here's a quick explanation of The Power of Friendship and Exceptional Violence (Book one of the Footnotes Cinematic Universe!) so you'll vaguely know who's who when I jabber about Zarth and Killer because I love them so, so, so much. I basically thought "Man, the wither skeletons in Minecraft are so cool, I wish I could befriend them" and then this happened. Sorry for the Pinterest and Google Images.

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I should be making cupcakes but am seized by the urge to make an elaborate WIP introduction to my batshit current project in the hopes of rekindling my writing blog

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Finally grammar checked my landlords like I've been meaning to do for the last 3 years

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Immediate update: "quashable" isn't a word?!

I'm starting to see how Shakespeare accidentally invented so many words, allegedly. I'll be writing and a red squiggle will come up and I'm like what do you mean "unswept" isn't an existing adjective to describe debris that hasn't been swept yet? I'll just leave it in!

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I'm starting to see how Shakespeare accidentally invented so many words, allegedly. I'll be writing and a red squiggle will come up and I'm like what do you mean "unswept" isn't an existing adjective to describe debris that hasn't been swept yet? I'll just leave it in!

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Ahh, that new WIP research smell

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Something Something Female Rage

Content warning for death and blood. I really wanted to write something since I haven't written something consistently in a long time. So, I wrote this. Definitely rusty, but I don't care, this was fun, lol. Just wanted to share my triumph with others, since I finally wrote! I have no context for this, lol.

Tagging: @jj-shubert-writes, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, @grailfish, and @forthesanityofstorytellers!

A scream.

The pain. The fear. The anger. It was all ripped from her in that terrible scream.

Be good. Be quiet. Be the tool that we will use. That’s the only way to save the world. She stared down at the chains that held her to the wall. The chains that held her back. And she screamed again, channeling that raw power and anger into herself.

Enna. Enna. Please. We need you. You must stay. These chains took her power, used it to destroy the world over and over. She clenched her fists, so tight that she drew blood, and she pulled.

One arm was free, and that glittering darkness covered her skin. She looked up, stared straight into the eyes of her minders. The people who took her to this damn room every night, kept her awake so she could actively channel the magic that, if she kept instead, would supposedly destroy the world.

She huffed out a breath, which condensed in the rapidly chilling room. As if the cold could keep her away any longer. The minders just stared at her as she gripped the chains and bent the metal into something sharp.

Her teeth sharpened as she stared back at her minders. “You used me as a weapon, all the while calling me the monster. You will never fucking use me again!” Her voice rose back to a scream with the last sentence, and she ripped the second arm free.

She blinked her eyes, and she was on top of the minders, stabbing the sharpened chains over and over into their bodies as she screamed. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, mixing with their blood and turning her into something unholy to look at. The glittering darkness covered their bodies and yet she still stabbed them repeatedly.

“I am not a monster! I am not a monster!” A mantra that she barely believed, but one that had to be spoken aloud. This world had died so many times because they had used her and her family before her. Pumping them full of magic to use them for power over and over again. And she had fucking believed them and hated herself for being a monster who would destroy the world if she had her freedom. When they had used her to destroy the world anyway. Anything would be better than just letting it happen again. She would never let it happen again.

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MY PRINTS CAME EARLYYYYYY

They look soooo good if you ignore the inconsistencies, the mistakes, and the limits of my design prowess and free Canva account~

That said, I do get better at this every time and it's SUPER EXCITING

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Completely just accepted defeat. One page refused to format correctly because of the footnote so there's just gonna be an entirely blank page except the damn footnote before the next chapter. Fuck my dreams, fuck my nightmares, I am too tired to care, I'm not gonna sit here and inflate the word count just to get the text onto the next page, fuck you mystery format conversion

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The fun thing about having an undead character who is so chill with being undead is dropping gems like this, and then just blissfully moving on with the story

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Devastating update: I spent half an hour formatting the wrong document to print because I fucking mislabeled my drafts

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As someone who just had to re-number an entire book's worth of chapters, I am confidence "eighth" is the worst word in the English language