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- Feeling lost and awkward - Death and Life are not opposites - The self is a collaborative project - Time is weird soup - Bonds once formed can not be truly broken, only changed

I'm interested to know- what themes reoccur continually in your art, writing, or music.

For me it's:

- The difference between Nice and Good.

- Broken, scarred people who are rightly considered scary also being empathetic and tender.

- The unique character of female rage.

- The stripping of glamour and heroism from violence in settings that generally romanticise it (historical fiction, fantasy fiction etc)

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Just a compilation of the Ukrainian part of my “Rituals” Series, taken in Itzki. You can see the full series on my Website.

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I fully expect this to go unanswered, since I’m so sporadically active on here, but I’m really curious!  What’s your favourite line you’ve written to date? Something that makes you feel proud, like your belly’s full of stars? 

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And I finished my draft! :D Now I can start working on NaNo! 

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The ocean loves you.  Oh, the ocean loves you.

You came from her, millennia ago, and you don't recall. She could call you home at any time. She would do it without remorse, without passion, without comprehension. She would take you back.

She could. She can. She does.

Everyone.

Eventually.

She is patient in ways we can’t understand.

And she is full of stars. Full of sky. And full of the tiniest, most delicate creatures, and the largest, suspended in her like amniotic fluid. She carries them in her womb. We carry her in our veins.

We are full of ocean.

The flesh is only a vessel for her. And she could take back what belongs to her at any time.

And she is full of tiny stars; they glow green around your feet when you stand in the surf at night. They dance around you. She caresses what belongs to her and knows that you will be home, one way or another, some time. Now or later, it doesn't matter.

The ocean loves you the way only an ocean can love.

ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW

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If you were interested in offering to an author and found out they've shared every detail of their querying experience on Twitter (names and dates of agents queried, who requested or rejected), would that turn you off? Would you ever address it if you had a call or signed them?

Oh gosh. I mean - that'd definitely be a turn-off for me, it just gives me the creeps to even think about. I guess whether it'd be a "deal-breaker" kind of turn-off would be depending on what the TONE was.

Like, if it was in a snotty, mean tone, like "look at this a$$hole who rejected me" or quoting/making fun of actual correspondence or something -- then there's literally NO WAY I would have further conversation with or sign that person. Like, they seem like they have a bad personality, and they would be a pain to work with and liable to cause me a giant headache, no thanks. (If you want to bitch about something, start a group-chat in private, a public forum is not really the place.)

If it was more a kind of "I'm keeping a record of things" fact-based sort of accounting, like, for statistical purposes, well, I don't LOVE that happening in real time on twitter, it's just not really the right forum for it IMO. Maybe keep a journal or keep track on QueryTracker and then AFTER you have an agent, put the final statistical result on twitter without specifics.

But if I really loved the book and wanted to rep it, I'd likely have a conversation about that with the author on our call.

My thing is, I GET wanting to be transparent -- but I also think that a certain amount of MyStErY is a good thing when it comes to submissions. When I am submitting to editors, I am trying to make them feel as though I have selected this thing *particularly for them* to read (because I have!), and that it is with a select group of special editors -- if they felt like they were one of a faceless crowd, or the ms had already been through the mill and rejected by dozens, or whatever, that kinda takes the lustre off it.

So this chatty client would really need to be able to keep a lid on it during the submission process. Keep records for yourself, and give the bare statistics after you have a contract if you want to -- but don't tip your hand BEFORE then.

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In D&D, Kenku are “thrice cursed.” They can not fly, they can not speak using their own voices, and they “have no creative spark”. The first two are fun to build into a character, but the creativity thing is hard to understand and difficult to play, and so my group agreed to ignore it. 

But now I’m having thoughts about a Kenku learning about its curses, and deciding to find ways of breaking or defying them.

I have this picture of a little bird-person trying to make art and failing, only able to copy the motions of others. A little ravenfolk attracted by glittering objects collecting trinkets they find and hoarding them. And that hoard grows. And they arrange it. And it becomes more than its parts, it becomes beautiful as a whole, as a collage, just like their speech, and the curse isn’t lifted, but the truth of it changes. A curse has power, but so does a Kenku. There is no shame in doing things differently. There is no need to break a curse that can be so easily accommodated.

I have feelings!

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One of my favourites right now is, “You have given me your hand and I am not sure what you want so I kiss it, but this apparently wasn’t the goal and now we are both awkwardly trying to figure out what went wrong and I think this may have awakened something in me, oh dear.”

if a hand kiss isn’t done with either reverent trembling and closed eyes or with a certain slow sensuality and direct ‘fuck me’ eye contact, you are wasting my time and everyone else’s

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[Image ID: Closeup of a green iris and pupil. Text reads: Dreamblight. S.G. Thorne.]

Genres: New Adult Fantasy, Mystery, Horror Status: Editing

Something is growing under Shamren.  

Corbin Walker has a knack for predicting the weather in his dreams. It may not be as impressive as growing perfect pickling cucumbers, but at least it’s useful. But when Corbin discovers his knack is more powerful than his village led him to believe, he moves to the city to enrol in the Academy of Magicks and learn what it really means to be a dream-seer. 

There’s only one problem: Corbin has stopped dreaming. 

Unwilling to go home to Brineburg, Corbin turns to Magda Shone, a glyph-peddler from overseas whose symbol-based magic could help him keep his place in the Academy. But Magda has other business. 

The pair quickly find themselves tangled in a mystery that runs deep below the city streets, where an entity bides its time, watching, waiting, consuming.

Sometimes dreams do come true. Sometimes they shouldn’t. 

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Dreamblight is a New Adult Fantasy novel about redefining our dreams. 

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Whoops! I disappeared!

I may do that from time to time. The internet is a stressful place, and there are times when I need to leave it behind. 

But a new year is upon us, and I will be releasing some information about my current main WIP over the coming weeks. Watch for news about Dreamblight.

I’m still alive and well and writing and reading. 

I’m still here. 

I will be here more.

Happy New Year!

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I’m writing about dreams, and how sometimes your dream isn’t what you expect it to be, and figuring out how to be honest with yourself and find the courage to pursue something new. But it’s all fantasy and magic and detective work! :) 

my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”

he said, “you have to stop doing that.”

“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.

but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.” 

i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”

as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck. 

“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”

so, my friends: what are you writing about?

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Hello! I am a brand new writeblr, so I don’t have any content yet, but I hope to be posting some original short stories soon! 

For some reason tumblr made me unfollow a bunch of people, so reblog if you’re a writeblr please!