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Writers going through their search history like:

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book asks!

CHOOSE BETWEEN:

1. Libraries or bookstores?

2. Hardcover or paperback?

3. Hard copies or ereaders?

4. Bookmarks or dogears?

5. New books or worn books?

FAVORITE:

1. Genre?

2. Author?

3. Series?

4. Individual book?

5. Classic book?

ENVIRONMENT:

1. Favorite time of day to read?

2. Favorite place to read?

3. Silence or background noise?

4. Preferred weather for reading?

5. Favorite reading-time snack?

PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE:

1. Favorite childhood book?

2. Currently reading?

3. Book you want to read most?

4. Reading goals?

5. Book you could read forever?

ANTI-FAVORITES:

1. Worst book you’ve read?

2. Book you couldn’t even finish?

3. Book you didn’t understand?

4. Most overrated book?

5. Problematic book?

AESTHETIC: (feel free to include pictures!)

1. Prettiest cover?

2. Best illustrations?

3. Favorite map in a book?

4. Best overall book aesthetic?

5. Ugliest book?

GENRE:

1. Scariest book?

2. Best fantasy world?

3. Funniest book?

4. Saddest book?

5. Book you would never want to read?

CHARACTERS:

1. Character you wish to be friends with?

2. Favorite antagonist?

3. Favorite protag?

4. Favorite supporting?

5. Most-hated character?

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If you’re a writeblr, reblog this so I can give you a follow!

(And if you wouldn’t mind  giving me a follow, I’d appreciate it! I give writing advice, make writing prompts, writing asks, and write horror!)

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i’m literally all of this besides the procrastination.

I am queen procrastinator 

DON’T MESS WITH WRITERS WHO:

understand grammar (witchcraft!) 

don’t procrastinate? who is this powerful?

can create side characters without giving them spin offs (probably doesn’t have a heart) 

can also draw?? definitely sold their soul to the devil in return for that one

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This is fate telling you go write two sentences of your WIP right NOW. Put it in the notes of your phone if you have to. GO!

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Writathon!

So, since enough people liked the idea I present to you the first Writathon! It will take place on Sunday, September 2 (everyone will start at their own time zone).

What it is:

Basically, it is a writing marathon. The goal is to devote a day to writing. Catch up with your WIPs, edit your stories, develop your OCs, write some poems etc. How much time you’re going to spend is up to you. Whether is an hour or the whole day, it doesn’t matter.

I think this is a great way to meet more writers, encourage each other and have some fun sharing our writing. For now, it is a one-time thing. But if you guys enjoy it, we could turn it into a sort of tradition for the writeblr community.

How it works:

Before you start, make a post and tell us your goals. Maybe a few words about the stories you will work on as well.

Post about your writing progress. Whether it’s snippets, quotes, rambling, photos of your notebooks or your writing corners. Don’t spend too much time on Tumblr though. Focus on your writing first!

At the end of the day, sum up your processes and tell how much you achieved.

And most important of all have fun!

Use the tag #writathon in all the related posts so, it’ll easier for people to interact and keep it sort of organised.

Below the cut I tag everyone who showed interest in this post . It would be great if you guys signal boost this.

Keep reading

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an untitled story

Snippet from a wip I created for an assignment

Millie continued down the hallway and noticed an archway at the very end, leading to a winding staircase. She rushed for the archway only to be confronted by a tall man in a robe. She crashed into his chest but he barely moved. He gripped her wrists, pulling her to her feet.

“Aleida, there you are!” The man seemed to be addressing Millie, as he pulled her down the stairwell, heading towards a huddle of soldiers.

Millie barely had a moment to speak before soldiers confronted her and the robed man.

“Mage Peter, I see you have your daughter.” A soldier glared in Millie’s direction as he spoke to the man.

“Yes, I have. I was going to bring her to John. What is the situation with Vinskapr?”

The soldier and Mage Peter continued to speak but all Millie could do was stand in awe.

Squads of soldiers rushed from what Millie now realised was a castle, charging for the open door, swords unsheathed and shields by their sides. Mage Peter and the solider continued conversing when Millie felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Lady Aleida, you should come with me.” A young boy had approached her, a lot younger than Mage Peter or any of the soldiers. He seemed to be Millie’s age, dressed in a chain mail shirt and woven pants.

Even though Mage Peter was no more of a stranger than this young boy, Millie found herself clenching his hands for protection. Mage Peter looked down at his hands then up at the young boy and laughed softly.

“John! I was looking for you, please, take Aleida somewhere safe.” Mage Peter let go of Millie’s hand, pushing her lightly into the young boy she now knew as John.

John reached for Millie’s hand, pulling her lightly as he moved through the castle towards a closed room. Millie hurried to keep up with John as he pushed through the doors, shutting them just as quick as he opened them.

“Are you okay, Lady Aleida?” John asked, looking at her with a worried expression.

Millie stared at him blankly for a minute before realising she was Lady Aleida.

“Oh! Yes, I’m fine, thank you, but, uh… please just call me Aleida” Millie wandered off from John as she spoke, admiring more intricate art and wood detailing.

John seemed hesitant but agreed to her request, walking over to the fire place to keep it ignited. Millie stepped towards the windows and glared outside to see what was happening. The warmth of her palms imprinted on the panes and her breathe blurred her vision. It was freezing outside but all she could see was fire. John noticed Millie’s curiosity and rushed over, pulling Millie by her shoulders and towards the fire.

“Please, Aleida, don’t look outside.” John tugged a sheep skin off from the arm chair and shrouded it over her shoulders.

Both John and Millie sat in silence, until Millie’s curiosity got the better of her.

“So, John? Who’s this Vinskapr?” Millie struggled to pronounce the foreign name but hoped John knew what she meant.

“You mean the dragon?”

Millie’s heart stopped.

“A dragon?”

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my story: hey please write me i want to exist

me: write your own goddamn self you son of a FUCK

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via weheartit

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do you suppose she’s a wildflower? // coldbujo @ ig

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20.08.2018 so i guess i’m a summer studyblr now 🌻

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It’s been a while but since I’ll be having a gap year and will be studying a lot, why not post again? 📚

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500 words a day challenge!!!

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New and Improved !!!

Ever lived in a place so perfect? Like, ‘grass is greener on either side’ perfect? It sounds like things we dream of, right? Even having the perfect day seems hard to come by. A joyous spring evening, sipping sweet tea out of a tasteless glass cup with dollar store silly straws. Feet kicked up, dormant against a bamboo woven foot rest. A book sitting effortlessly between your fingers, and a warm dusk showering over you, setting the mood. This sounds like an unrealistic scenario for the average joe, no? Reality wouldn’t allow such a perfect evening. Your sweet tea would be just a bit too sweet and your dollar store straws are inherently janky and riddled with manufacturer error. The foot rest is just a tad too short, making it feel more of an inconvenience than a comfort and you struggle to hold your book as gusts of wind whirl through the yard. Now, Imagine the first scenario was reality. A perfect home within a perfect neighbourhood perhaps? It feels like in every neighbourhood however, no matter how lovely it appears, has a dark side. People you avoid on the street or houses that scream ‘run’ rather than ‘welcome’. First Impressions are always hard because how do you know it’s the real them? It could be all theatrics; bright lights and eerie smoke hiding the skeletons in their closet.

Thoughts?

Ever lived in a place so perfect? Like, ‘grass is greener on either side’ perfect? It sounds like things we dream of, right? A joyous spring evening, sipping sweet tea out of a tasteless glass cup with dollar store silly straws. Feet kicked up, book between your fingers, and a warm dusk setting the mood. An unrealistic scenario, no? It feels like in every neighbourhood, no matter how lovely it appears, has a dark side

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Update?

pretty much what I’ve been up to is assignments, tattoo designing (as you can see) and trying to get a damn job. 

Writing has been slow, but as of September 1st aka tomorrow, I’m doing a 500 words a day challenge so I will be active on this account daily c:

I am a lot more active on my instagram << if you’re wanting book like posts although it is no way aesthetic xD

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A lovely day in the Sharr mountains. ⛰️🌷📝

I am starting my data science course soon, and since I haven’t taken stats in a while, I’ve started reviewing a bit of statistics. My current choice for review is Khan Academy! 📚 I’m a huge fan of their Mastery Challenges to keep myself sharp on various math skills and I’m also loving their new Courses feature!

What are you currently studying? 🧠

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