#firstdrafts

[azus-reyan]

A) It’s the technical bits of writing that go over my head—adjective choice, sentence structure, word selection, and tone.

I mean, I get writing but editing? That’s just a mean beast.

Any ideas to repair this ruined book? Every editor I know will shut the door on my face as it is😭

B) Of course! But hang on... I just need a whiteboard, some markers... and my trusty point-and-shoot camera. Okay, to start...

[exploresmallworlds]

Nano Day 27

I'm not consistent with updates, but I'm 80% done and this is approximately where I stopped the last time I attempted Nano. Although I will say that I have a stronger story and I have spent time at the end of the process, plotting out the things. And it seems a bit backwards to plot when a significant chunk of the draft has been written. But bear with me.

I think that I when I started I had a vague thought about how things were going to go, and instead of getting bogged down in the details I started writing. And it wasn't very good, still isn't very good but I actually know who the characters are now. And I've changed things, of course things are going to change, that is the reality writing and first drafts. But if the strongest stories are the ones that are character driven, I think finding the character and then the story is the way that makes sense to me.

I've also stopped thinking about the story in the linear way that it will probably function in. And today was writing the moment before the finale. And it was wildly cathartic.

The whole writing experience this month (now almost done) is that late at night is my best time for writing. It feels like that when the sun is down, I am done with doing things and now I can think clearly.

I'm just about to head off to bed, and the cat of the house has kept me imprisoned a little longer than anticipated by being the cutest lap cat.

[sunnyanddumb98]

INTRODUCTION

Hi! My name is Karla.

You can find my writing journey and random thoughts, experiments—anything really—mostly poetry, though!

This is not my first foray into Tumblr, but I've never been an active member. About a year ago, I started posting; before that, I just watched in silence since I was fourteen, so bear with me.

At this time, I’m focused on connecting with fellow writers and readers here! I just finished a first draft and want to learn more about the publishing and writing community.

A little bit about me:

Birth Year: 1998

Writing Experience: I've been writing since 2020. I’ve taken this hobby seriously for about just one year.

Publishing Status: Currently editing my first book, "Bleeding Butterflies," and working towards publishing it soon, hopefully!

I want to follow:

Anyone whose writing I enjoy, but I truly don't have a specific taste; I’m recently discovering this world.

Writer’s writers

Folks who are willing to engage and have fun

Genres I Write:

Literary fiction

Magic realism

Poetry

Nonfiction

Expect:

I write stories about flawed characters navigating complex situations. I'm not very good with warnings because I'm not really good at evaluating what may trigger some people. I'm known for talking about sensitive issues in a candid, nonchalant, almost cavalier way, so beware. But please, please, please let me know if there's something you need me to tag!

Thank you for joining me on this exciting journey. I can’t wait to share more with you and get to know this wonderful community better!

[winter-unseelie]

I've bought a new notebook, I'm going to make it this semester's mission to write a novel, or at least a first draft. It will be about a girl named Maxine.

She holds a deep place in my heart, as I used to be very much like her. Her story deserves to be written.

I've started the outlining of story beats today.

Gods hope I stick to this

[sarahswriting]

chapter six of project revelation is going well, hoping to finish it soon!

[proflorax]

Illinois Ghosts

There are ghosts that tread these fields. They remember a time when they could dance with the grasses among birdsong and starlight. Now they twirl dust skirts to the sounds of lonely wind and roaring engines.

Soon these field will be green with corn again, for a season. Tall enough to lose yourself in. Tall enough to hide who knows what.

Corn once meant home, and hot meals, and comfort here. It was not meant to feed machines or dominate the horizon.

What did this place look like when corn meant home? It has been home to more generations of farmers than of consumers, of product buyers. For a thousand years people have grown and reaped corn, laughing over hot bowls of its soup and despairing at failed crops. And there are crops even older than corn that still grow here. But now the people only know these most ancient companions as weeds and food fit for squirrels.

This land has known many many more generations of hunters than both consumers and farmers combined. The hunters knew the other shapers that shared these fields and woods then. You see their bones in the hillsides and the echoes of their hunger in the ways plants still grow here. The trees still make thorns fit to repel mammoths, and fruits to entice the long lost giants. What might people learn from living in the footsteps of such long lost relatives? Can we still learn from them? These giant ghosts the land still remembers. You can hear it whisper their stories when you listen.

We almost lost all the giants that show us how a prairie can be home, but the buffalo are beginning to return. People care enough to help them. Can we be humble enough to let them care for us again?

Does the land feel more like home when you plant seeds, or when you trust it to provide what forage and prey is needed? It does not feel homely when it has been dominated beyond recognition. It no longer provides all you need, and the seeds do not become food. The ghosts dance in the dusts of dry fields, their stories of how to make a home here quieter every year.

I dream of a land where cornfields mean home. Summer skies will be lit with stars and summer fields mirroring the skies, lit by fireflies. We will listen to stories almost lost, and find our way to share the land with its ghosts. And far far in the future, we will join them to dance in grasses and wildflowers

[tctrojan]

FND # 4 - Affects of FND (Part 2)

FND: Functional Neurological Disorder or as it is known to a few within the medical profession and those suffering. Is as it says on the title a functional issue. An Issue with the brain where message or electrical impulses do not go to the required section of the brain. This mainly happens during times of stress. Yesterday was one hell of a stressful day where my body refused to work right.…

[vaginasore]

"are you sad?"

what do i say?

a well is deep, shallow, and low

filled with water beneath the sun

push me down and i will die

drown in its hangerless grip

the gray stones will taunt with a climbers hold

and my fingers will reach out to touch

the water will fill me

like the gurgle of salt water on a sore throat

ill blubber with pleas and grasp my fingers fruitlessly

at the stupid climbers hold

and then ill forget

why im fighting at all

the water is warm

and the bricks are so tall

my legs know how to kick

so ill doggy paddle

floating

infinitely

floating

stupid fucking climbers hold

[danniswrites]

Kia's Biehshah Gift (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/380957910-kia%27s-biehshah-gift?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=DannisWrites 

(Royal Road)

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/97108/kias-biehshah-gift

Now complete in both places as 1st draft. Will be editing in Jan 24.

 Kia's getting a lawsuit when Irdaktin offers to pay for her co-worker's damage at her workplace. He shows her a future where her healing skills save him and his Biehshah Colony. Garat, Minister Of Leheren, threatens rulers hosting Biehshah Colony. Neither Kia nor Irdaktin knew she had a vital role to play in intergalactic war. [winner in the Fall 2024 Royal Writathon challenge on RoyalRoad.com]

12:17 PM 12-Dec-24 On Wattpad, 2 Engaged Readers 116 Total Reads 3 Votes 45 Story Parts On Royal Road, Total Views : 3,313 Average Views : 75 Followers : 3 Pages  : 338

[bakumonstrina]

This is my first desing. It's very similar to the one I had but apararently 300 years is to old for using pig tails. Never grow up kids, I guess

[infinitesimalstarrlight]

your rejection of me haunts

me defines

me upends

me

that my heart is broken

doesn't matter to you because

you offer me no second chances

so i write & i watch bob's burgers

instead of reaching out to you

bob's burgers

prevents more heart break from the

silence i know you will

hurl at me if i reach out

[sunnyanddumb98]

In the writing course I'm taking, I must take a month-long break between the first draft and the second. During that month, I'm supposed to read as much as I can and take notes, erasing my own book from my mind. The goal is to read so much that I forget my voice, allowing me to have fresh eyes for editing. This week, I'll be reading Brooklyn by Colm Tóibín, an Irish author, and Strange Pilgrims by Gabriel García Márquez.

I'm not a fast reader, and as I've mentioned before, I have never read a book faster than it was written. Reading multiple books at a time helps, but I truly think I won't have enough distraction to reset myself enough. I can't read fast and probably only finish one new book this month. It is what it is. Thankfully and tragically, this is not a graded course, so I'm not going to fail any tests but my own—editing my book with fresh eyes.

[raechelgasparacwriting]

Well well well…

It has been a minute since we’ve seen each other, isn’t it? While i have not been posting for a few years I HAVE in fact been working in the background on launching my Fantasy Author Career. What have I been doing all this time? Well, loosing a job first of all. Hear me out, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was putting my job and that corporation first and it was not doing the…