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I hate forgetting things. It's like I was hit with the most beautiful, articulate sentence that could change the world but then my mind's like "hehe delet"

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I love my funny little guys... but they're also awful and don't deserve love and happiness

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Update 4 the Update

Maybe I'll just make this a problem for Future Me, & add chapters for the second draft.

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Update

Y'know what? Imma bite the bullet and admit defeat, though it'll KILL ME /j

Now, we're back to my "original" idea, which is kind of fairy-tale ish? I mean, there's a demon & a curse, but that's it :p

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I need serious help smh

I want to make yet another new copy bc I got an ** idea **.... .I'm too tired why am I doing this to myself 😭

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Does anyone else struggle with believing your characters aren't "realistic" enough? Man, I'll have like 10 different documents about their mannerisms/behaviours/struggles/identity and I'll still be like "this is the least realistic character in all of fiction. I have brought forth great dishonour to my entire bloodline and God shall strike me dead where I stand."

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Idk what to name my character :(

Valentine is cute and all, but Venus is funnnnnn

Plus, Venus fits with the theme of my other mc, Apatei. Both are based off Greek Goddesses... though they are guys lmao

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Faded, though not quite gone. Still there, like a hazy photograph, captured upon a warm summer's evening with your lover, out back on the porch overlooking the tall blades of grass and the dandelions beginning their invasion. Shut away, hidden in the dusty attic, sitting in a taped-up box, never to see the light of day again, as the pleasant, dreamy memories spin into a burden. Gold into straw. Not quite gone, but not yet forgotten.

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I scream into the void. What answers back are the screams of others, much louder than mine. Their voices carry across the hissing, black abyss and into people's minds, into their hearts, which beat with a slow, dull thump.

The abyss is simply the alphabet stringed together by a variation of different minds. That should be wonderful, extraordinarily beautiful to no extent, but in the end, it ends up being a rat race. Racing, your legs pumping, arms swinging, face hot and sweaty, breaths coming out quickly until your lungs feel like bursting. Trying to get a fictitious number.

Ten, you celebrate.

Thirty, you smile to yourself and move on.

One-hundred is not enough.

The people you enjoy listening to your crafted words aren't people anymore. They're a number that will never be good enough to satisfy your hunger.

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I can always tell who was a history kid in middle school

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I Officially Have Too Much Time on my Hands

39,036 words & 200 pages.

Wayyyyy too many rough drafts to count

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book blog

I've been getting a lot done :>

I completed Section Six (sections just separate chapters) and I'm pretty sure it was the longest one so far.

So far Section Seven has 4 complete chapters and 2 of them are the longest chapters out of the whole manuscript (four/4 pages long).

I have no idea how I'll do Section Eight, but one thing at a time.

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drawings1!!

the first one is an old drawing of Valentine Dickson & the bottom one is a digital drawing of Apatei Yosha (I tried a new brush for that one)

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she's going in for a kiss

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Kitty

my cat, Sergio

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Drawings onmy science worksheet

Sorry for the weird distance (Val being closer than Apatei) & bad quality

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Summary

My book in a nutshell:

1 (one) boy being raised as a child prodigy, for no <<good>> reason (a scientist got bored and wanted a plaything, regardless of what distress he will cause to said child).

1 (one) boy in a Rapunzel-esque situation, where his mother is overbearing/overprotective and believes she's doing the right thing.

The Twist: Everyone is Traumatised /hj.