#writing exceprts

[danielleelizabethhh]

“Have you ever just sat amongst nature and tuned into all the signs and sounds around you?”

-d.n

[theoffingmag]

...the docent is uncomfortable talking about your letters. She says you and old girl used to sleep in the same bed because it was cold outside, that many Victorian ladies would have done the same, that it was normal. At least we can agree on that part. She keeps bringing up the fact that you didn’t have kids like it’s confusing, as though there is something mysterious about wanting peace, quiet, and endless hours for poetry and repotting plants.

— Rita Mookerjee, "Voicemail for Emily Dickinson"

[strangerays]

THIS JUNE

[wip introduction]

(originally known as the project Nothing in Particular and Everything)

start date: february 2021

stage: 4th draft

pov: first person, past tense

tags: #nip: inspo, #nothing in particular and everything, #this june, #this june inspo

Ask to be +/- from the tag list if that is something you would like!

Story

Ray's friends are finally back home from college. But in the seaside town where they grew up, everything has changed. Madison is always distracted by work and her controlling parents. She's dating Oliver. Oliver doesn't know what he wants to do with his life anymore, but he knows he can't stay in Point Blink. Lonan has made a new home for himself in the city with his boyfriend, so nobody is quite sure what he plans to do next.

June in Point Blink isn't turning out as perfect as Ray planned.

Judith just moved to Point Blink.

A somewhat disastrous pair, Ray and Judith fall victim to an act of arson on a mysterious landmark in the woods. Whilst the girls uncover the identity of the arsonist on a dusty old camera, they develop a strong bond with one another and a connection to their mental health neither of them had before. However, as Ray gets closer to saving herself, she digs up damaging truths about her closest friends that threaten to tear the five of them - and Point Blink - apart.

Characters

Ray – 20, a somewhat optimistic college student who misses her friends but will do anything to keep them together. spends most of her time in alone her bedroom or in the woods with a camera.

Judith – 19, the energetic new girl in town with an enigmatic background and a savior complex. used to live with her brother but decidedly does not anymore.

Lonan – 20, Ray’s best friend who loves his friends dearly but struggles to put himself and his art first. struggling to live with past decisions while navigating a new relationship.

Madison – 20, hates the idea of college and is very set in her ways, which can be detrimental to her friendships. works at a local coffeehouse.

Oliver – 19, the last person to join the friend group; the first person to leave. known for his boastful grades and sour humor.

[fieldsofview]

not me hyperfixating so much on post NWH MCU Peter Parker that I've spent my entire day off writing over 6k words towards a new fic (that looks like it will be a 50-100k beast if I finish it) Anyway, keep an eye out for my upcoming, not a fix-it-fic but still a finding-how-to-move-on-and-accept-love-again-fic about Peter Parker in the MCU. Featuring Alternative Peter Parker because 5 years can change someone a lot.

[virgil-upinthestars]

YOOOOOOOOO :DD

Writer friends, I discovered a fun website today. It’s called “I Write Like” and here’s the description: Check which famous writer you write like with this statistical analysis tool, which analyzes your word choice and writing style and compares them with those of the famous writers.  Let me know which autor you got! 

[modernwitnesses]

Revive Excerpt By Author Cleere Cherry Reaves

Today, we are so excited to feature Cleere Cherry Reaves newest book, Revive: Declarations of God’s Truth to Renew Your Spirit (book launches on October 29, 2024). This beautiful book talks about staying present and how to approach each day, so that day-by-day we see God’s direction and truth unfold for us. “Instead of trusting our heavenly Father’s authority over our day, sometimes it’s easier…

[1introvertedsage]

The chaos demands my attention.. Like a moth to a flame, I burn everytime I try to play in their world but I'm sucked back every time. Even when I know better. Even when all the signs are there. Had the dreams etc. Tired is an understatement. But I go back everytime - lead right into it. I manage to escape but barely each time. With deep lessons - deep wounds - deep memories. As I pull away to heal me, they always come back to remind me how they enjoyed how they learned etc. The whole time not seeing what is actually happening to me. I guess that's my fault. Never getting too close never letting anyone deeper than surface. How could or would they know. Maybe there's fear in somone seeing the real me. Always assumed to be the worst person and I'm just trying to live. I can't just live it seems. I always have to deal..

[samsheughan]

WIP Wednesday

I think I should be doing this so that I keep myself accountable for writing on a regular basis. It is my dream, after all, to become a full time published author 😊

Exceprt from Sutures Ch. 9: Rumors, Part 2 [SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CH 8]

Alice put on what Jamie could only describe as a “thinking face.” After a few seconds, she answered, “oh aye! He kept saying something about horrible headaches and gripping pains in the belly. He would be sitting at the supper table and seem to struggle with holding a fork, as if he’d never been civilized before!” Jamie was watching both Alice as she talked, and Claire as she listened. He watched Claire’s face change with some kind of revelation the more Alice went on about Obediah’s last days on earth. “What could all this mean?” Alice finished with a heartbreaking sob, and Jamie fished a wee square out of his pocket to hand to her. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose before trying to give it back to him. He waved a hand in refusal, indicating that she was welcome to keep it.

No pressure tags for exposure: @walkinginland, @islayandlochs, @ladyjane-lj, @bat-cat-reader, @gotham-ruaidh, @theawkwardterrier, @christiwhitson, @frasers-of-my-heart and anyone else who wants to participate or reblog to spread the word :D i love you guys <3

[mspigman]

A Valle Lozano exceprt

Writing this short little excerpt for my next VL story bc I will be taking a TINY break from writing them. (To teach myself webcomic format and to work on other stuff!) But when I come back I will be working on the last remaining pieces - it will be this one and I BELIEVE the final story or two more at most. Hope u enjoy this little excerpt!

Stephanie Octavio's life began when she disappeared. By the age of 21, she had moved from place to place, family to family, aged out of the foster system, fallen in love, and gotten her heart broken, and still, she felt she had not begun to live until the day she stepped out of the hospital alone. She had just given birth and placed her newborn into foster care. She left a letter with him, expressing her sorrow for having to leave him behind. But she did not know if he would ever know of its existence, much less read it.

It was true she felt a great sorrow for not being able to raise him. She knew all too well what the system was like and even better still what it was to grow up without family. But she could not say she regretted it. She had no idea how to be someone's mother. When he had been born she looked down at his red, crying face, his thick brown hair that was already springing in curls, and could not think of how she could keep him alive.

She was single, having just broken up with Cameron, her long-time boyfriend. It was not an amicable parting. He had been her first love - had believed him to be her only love - but they had fought. And in that fight they both said the cruelest, most vindictive things they've ever said to each other that it took the wind out of them both. It had shocked Stephanie to her core and shifted her perception on time and love. Only a few hours before she thought they would have grown old and died together. Only the day before she would have sworn she would have died for him if he had needed it. And within such a short span of time later they had been at each other's throats and so unrelentingly cruel to one another it made her head spin to think about it.

Stephanie asked herself later on, as she walked out of the small apartment they shared if they had actually loved each other at all. Could two people who loved each other really be so cruel to each other? Is that what love was? An illusion? Something so fragile and easily tainted? Stephanie decided that if that was what love was if love could grow fangs and turn to something so vicious and murderous in a second then she would never love again.

[omgkatsudonplease]

Hey. I read your YOI selkie story last week. I’m so sorry your original got deleted. I had to really dig to find the full text. I found a Russian translation and put it through Google translate back into English just to read it. Just so you get the idea of how devoted I was to this… Google translate has a 5000 character limit so I did this A LOT and it was so worth it because it’s beautiful.

I wanted to know if the poetry in it is yours and what language it was originally written in? It’s crazy that something translated into Russian and then into English still comes out so beautiful and evocative.

If you’ve published any poetry collections, let me know. And if you think about writing more poetry, please do! It’s very very good.

And generally thank you for writing beautiful things and letting anyone read them!

-Percy

Hi! If you would like to have the original copy, I can send you the HTML file from AO3 if you give me an email I can use!

Neer did such a good job with the Russian translation, so I've heard! I don't read Russian myself but I'm touched by their hard work.

All of the multimedia--articles, reviews, book exceprts, poems, etc, were written by either me or MapleTreeway. Part of the rewrite is to make all of it my own writing. So yes, it's all original, and originally in English!

I'm glad you like the poems! I haven't really published any collections irl but if that ever changes, I'll let you know <3

[cogsbreath]

my confession is i havent read any of marx or lenins writings in full only pieces/exceprts but i know thay they are right about a lot of stuff & am familiar with their ideas i just kinda need some help

[thegringopapers]

Evolving Communication Link: ECL | 6 of 150

[lutethebodies]

Lore Bards Gonna Lore Bard

BG3/5e folks: do you like lore? Do you like homebrew? I need your opinion. I have one more encyclopedia-type entry for the current run of homebrew-atlas-reposting, i.e. my bard's and cleric's exceprts describing the second of four world regions from a 5e fantasy gazetteer I self-published in 2022.

I know I post about it a lot, especially on a blog nominally dedicated to my BG3 Tavs, but it was a big deal for me and I'm really proud of it. It was literally 30 years in the making, and this may sound like bragging but I really crushed it. Furthermore, I'm ramping up to tackle a second volume later this year and probably most of next year.

But I understand it might not be very compelling to read for most people, who of course aren't in my head and can't get stoked for a homebrew world they don't play in or encounter in a compelling way. I'm not sure if the bardic history/clerical encyclopedic nature of the entries helps or hurts that, but I know the whole book isn't like that.

For example, I just re-read two of the scene-setting pieces I wrote a year ago for the second, in-progress gazetteer, and they feel pretty compelling. They're based on the framework of corresponding entries for the first gazetteer, which ain't bad either, if I do say so myself.

I guess what I'm saying is that I can post lots of writing on this blog, but it won't be BG3 fanfic because I'm not good at that and don't really want to be. I'm good at lore, and specifically I think I'm good at personalizing lore, i.e. writing about Big Doings from a character-driven perspective that makes them more interesting to read than conventional/dry names-and-dates history.

This stems from my feeling that interesting characters become more so when readers understand the world these characters live in and how that made them who they are. As a map-illustrator, I work with a similar concept: pretty maps may look great, but without stories of the people who live in these places, pretty maps is all they'll ever be.

Would that be interesting for any of you? I don't want to alienate anyone and I especially don't want to post things that I think are awesome but which totally miss the reality of why people probably followed this blog in the first place. I also understand that I'm kind of a demographic outlier in terms of Tumblr users so what I write might not be what most folks are into.

Eh, maybe instead of fretting about it I'll just throw some stuff up here and see what sticks. The way the real world is going I'll still need something to escape to while everything burns, so it might as well be something that makes me feel accomplished.

[sheenakgraham]

Public sharing story after being scammed.

Please Note: These are excerpts from my unpaid drafting work in July and August. Falling For the Billionaire Exceprt and Never Fall in Love Exceprt. Feel free to check them out, and sorry this couldn't happen under happier circumstances.

I was supposed to get paid just under $1500 USD for two big writing orderings. Sadly, the person who made the orders was dishonest, and between July and mid-October, didn't pay off all the hard work I did. After multiple delays and only sending $53, they offered to send me $24 in October. I refused and demanded to be paid in full.

This was after several delays over the summer which after the first half of the work was sent. They claimed there was a banking delay when I sent the first invoice in July. But said the second half was for a different client and that money was ready. I sent an invoice in September through PayPal for half the amount. Money that should've been ready as they claimed. But it wasn't. I was again given excuses and told they had a client looking over things. I stopped giving them the benefit of the doubt and demanded payment. They dragged their feet at first, claiming they were coming. Then, I had the audacity to offer to pay me $24 to tide me over. Claiming that's what they had. After stating they had that part of the money ready to pay, it was a blatant lie.

So, I concluded this was a scam. I wanted to get my work back to resell elsewhere. When I demanded that and was willing to give them the $53, they agreed while complaining I was impatient. But after I gave them back the money. They suddenly claimed that the plots were theirs and that I had to come back, sign an NDA, and agree to wait until they were 'ready' to pay. I refused and told them I wasn't tolerating this. Yet they persisted that the work was theirs. Even emailing me parts of the work as if mocking me that they had it and could use it at any time. I think they pocketed the money and are worried about having to refund it (my alleged thoughts). So now I can't resell because it's likely they did something with my work despite not paying for it.

So, I'm posting part of the work here on my Tumblr and my testament about what happened. I also have the messages on the freelancing website used (Guru) and the emails as proof. No one has the right to refuse to pay freelancers their wages. You can't delay paying $1000's of dollars for months and expect things to go well. I had to put aside other work to do this. I'm currently struggling to try to make up for this huge loss of revenue. I'm angry and disgusted.

So please be careful when working with folks online. I've had people have issues due to banks to personal matters before and even after a short delay, they've always paid because they're honest people. After this, I'm going to have to rely completely on escrow payments with almost zero exceptions. It's sad this is happening because of one dishonest woman. But I've lost too much already and have to stem the bleeding somehow. Be safe out there fellow writers and freelancers.

I will post parts of each story order in separate posts and add the link below. At least I will have a record of my work and ensure if anyone tries to use it, there's a chance this post can be found or noticed by others. Thanks for reading and take care.

Writing names they go by (the client who refused to give up the work completely after not paying what was owed):

Christine B

Christi 14

Christine Bow

Christine Brown - Paypal

Country: Jamaica

[kittkatattacks]

Here are mine for this week:

AIDA (I can't share anymore of this but I'll still write for it and I'll share something else.)

TBR 1-2

Exceprt from TBR 1-2:

Kevin has no idea what is going on.

He’s just been woken up due to Neil screaming and freaking out, he guesses from the lack of meds in his system and seeing Riko again.

He passed out last night and suddenly they’re down a member of the team temporarily.

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, let me know!

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[thegreatobsesso]

Word find tag

Words from @winterandwords: move, walk, run and fall :D :D :D

move

Callie POV

This was what she’d been waiting for. A two-for-one deal if she’d ever seen one: both of them bursting at the seams with completely opposite, sizzling, gorgeous abilities.

There was Bennett - the Perception one, a telepath. The one who could read and control minds, except - deliciously - not hers. All charged up with power and too scared to use it, that one. She was gonna have to break him of that.

The prospect thrilled her. She’d do it slowly, take her time.

But then there was Peter, the Matter one. The boy who could move mountains.

She didn’t have an urge to call that one by his surname. She wasn’t sure why. He was, quite distinctly, just Peter.

walk

Simon POV (showing up to Downing Bay after Callie’s destroyed it lol)

The cluster of metal buildings hovered threateningly on the horizon, and as they got closer, minds inside got louder, almost drowning Callie out. He wanted to tell them to turn around and take him back; the claustrophobia was overwhelming, the collective sense of being trapped.

The boat brought them underneath the smallest building; a scorched sign read Diagnostics in block letters with an arrow pointing up. What might’ve once been a loading dock was sectioned off with caution tape and hanging sadly down into the water, barely still attached to the rest of the infrastructure. They laid a make-shift bridge between the boat and platform to walk across.

run

Simon POV

“How could someone get in here?” Ken said, through clenched teeth, as Miller issued orders in proper military staccato. “Through all our wards? It’s… like they popped into existence underground, it doesn’t make sense.”

Indeed, a map of every ward in the school was running through her head while she spoke, every sweep of detection magic, every measure against this; it should be air-tight.

That was only half the problem, though. “The missing kid,” he said, “what’s their name?”

fall

Simon POV (another from the scene he and Callie first meet, because, gah - I always liked this scene but editing it for placement into the second draft was just a high point for me :D)

“You think you’re really something, don’t you?”

Her eyes lit up. “I know I am.”

He found himself smiling back at her. “Does this usually work for you?” he asked. “You fire off personal questions like an interrogation, act like you’re god’s gift, and people fall into your bed?”

“You’d be surprised,” she smirked.

“So would you,” he countered, “if you actually listened to somebody else for a minute or two.”

What had gotten into him? If anybody talked to him like that he’d get up and leave. Callie only cocked her head and watched him closer.

“I’m listening to you now, hot shot,” she said, a seemingly genuine smile spreading across her face. “Surprise me.”

He named the sensation with a tiny shock of recognition: fun. The thing he was worried about with everybody else didn’t apply here. Callie Ray was obnoxious but she was also a free zone, and he was having fun.

Tagging @authorlaurawinter, @the-orangeauthor, @dontjudgemeimawriter, @drippingmoon, and @sleepy-night-child with the words same, different, still, and always :)