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Series Drift

On a long enough timeline, all of my series drift toward fantasy elements #fragile tender #fairytale #koreatown #fragile hearts club…

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Book Release Party (Existential Scream)

THE NEW BOOK IS OUT. Don't talk to me, don't look at me.

You can look at the book, though. It's up here.

Most insane and honest synopsis I can come up with: It's self-indulgent and includes boys who smell like milk swathed in lace. the ML is mean as shit and also coddled by his sisters <3 the MC is a tsundere brat pining over his dad/brother/boyfriend (these are all the same person; no, they are not related). One of them is an incubus but I'm not telling you who.

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Presenting a book to an audience feels more like showing off a piece of beach glass. Beautiful and worthy, but evidence of where the lightning struck rather than the lightning itself. I hope that doesn't sound full of myself.

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pussy from a man who is mentally ill

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described a character as a "gross little gore porn hound," we are doing great out here

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So it's just occurred to me that I can write about trans guys squirting, so that's a thing that's happening now

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So do it already then

Worst threesome ever, aka the first draft of this chapter title was called “fuckin robitussin” after the cover of “under the influence” that ate my brain for several solid months.

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Jisoo chews on the side of his already-chewed down nails. “What’s Chaeyong-hyung doing here?” he murmurs around his fingers.

He looks like some kind of doll sitting up in bed, with frothy covers tucked around him and his slim legs disappearing beneath them.

If Chaeyong-hyung doesn’t leave soon, Jisoo is gonna start pulling at his own hair.

“Nothing. Just came to hang out.”

“At 1am.”

Jisoo’s voice is flat, and Chaeyong huffs. “Yeah, weird timing, huh?”

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Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?

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So do it already then

Worst threesome ever, aka the first draft of this chapter title was called “fuckin robitussin” after the cover of “under the influence” that ate my brain for several solid months.

--

Jisoo chews on the side of his already-chewed down nails. “What’s Chaeyong-hyung doing here?” he murmurs around his fingers.

He looks like some kind of doll sitting up in bed, with frothy covers tucked around him and his slim legs disappearing beneath them.

If Chaeyong-hyung doesn’t leave soon, Jisoo is gonna start pulling at his own hair.

“Nothing. Just came to hang out.”

“At 1am.”

Jisoo’s voice is flat, and Chaeyong huffs. “Yeah, weird timing, huh?”

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Do you wanna know what the good good bad things all feel like?

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Writing about aftermath

I’ve been wanting to sit down and write a real blog post for a while now, but the blog post I thought I would write yesterday is probably different than the one I’ll actually end up writing today, food poisoning and all (ick).

I’m always fighting between the impulse to keep work to myself, where it’s safe and only mine, and the very real, sometimes achingly urgent desire to share it with others.

I’ve been working on a couple of new stories. The one that feels most exciting to me is about running away from home, or maybe just about running.

I was thinking the other day that I often write about the aftermath. The Thing happened, and now you live, to quote Coleman Barks, “in the wake of a new life.” You are stumbling through the wreckage, trying to assemble pieces of yourself.

(And here, a friend reminded me that what is grief but the aftermath of loss?)

Part of the interesting part of writing, to me, is figuring out what that Thing even was. What was the hit that caused the pain? Can you reconstruct the blast by the shape of its crater?

Jisoo feels like that kind of wreckage. Soft and fragile and sharp. Cringing and traumatized, loved and hurting and willing to hurt others.

Or else maybe the hurt is accidental.

I am still looking for the incident that made a hole of this size.

(Original post here)

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aka this shit has been living in my brain and upsetting me in *fascinating* new ways. i'm skittering up to it sideways, i am not looking it in its eye

Koreatown

Hey chat is it weird to ask your homie to watch you fuck your not-boyfriend so his raging PTSD calms down like two percent? It's only running if you talk about it.

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Koreatown

Hey chat is it weird to ask your homie to watch you fuck your not-boyfriend so his raging PTSD calms down like two percent? It's only running if you talk about it.