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Another Unplanned Hiatus and Other Things

So I’ve come to the conclusion that right now, Tumblr just sucks away my time and yet makes my mood drop dramatically every time I’m on it. So, I’ve got to try another solution, since visiting it weekly hasn’t worked.

So I’ve started considering moving my writings and OC stuff to a different site, while posting like... Compilations and such on Tumblr every so often?

Currently, I’m considering WordPress, Blogger, and Dreamwidth for this new blog of writings and ramblings + video game theories and such. I haven’t made my decision yet, but I’m always looking for opinions.

Which of these would be easier for y’all to follow? Have any other suggestions of sites I can look at?

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Lamenting City, Page 15

Chapter 3: Air begins.

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"Ah, so you're the one Lorelei told me about!" the man straightened his gray shoulder pad and rested his bandaged arm on the table. He looked up at Axel, his brown eyes darting around and his body shivering, like he expected her to just beat him up. "You're Axel, right? Wow, uh... I barely recognized you! I'm sorry. Uh, I'm Steel."

Axel cocked her head to the side, and then she shrugged. She wanted to speak, but the dull ache in her throat warned her not to. She hoped Steel would be more understanding than Lorelei had been. She wanted to yell at that old woman for sending her off the way she did.

The air weighed her down, and she wanted to get the job over with so she could breathe properly. When she did that, she could focus her energy on speaking to Lorelei without her voice or her tablet.

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This chapter proved just as difficult to write the second time around as it was the first. Hopefully I’ve at least fixed some of the issues, but we’ll see in the coming weeks...

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Lamenting City, Page 14

Posting two pages since I’ve fallen behind. Work on the draft itself is going... very slowly. But I’m getting better.

Here’s Page 13 (I really should do this more).

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I would only humiliate myself in front of them... I can already tell they think very little of me already.

"You ought to feel grateful, you know," the elder said, looking at the others and then back to her. "You have no idea how much it took to wrench you from that thing's death grip... Truly, it's a miracle you survived. Fate, for reasons I can't be sure of, is fond of you. But all that aside... Welcome back, Axel."

Axel. The sound of that name awakened something inside her. It picked up a few shards of her memory and pieced them together, painting a picture of the people before her. She did know them, and although they weren't friends, she couldn't help but feel elated. A piece of her being had returned to her. This was why she walked down the corridors and into this suffocating district.

She had been given what seemed like a small thing, but to her, this one thing gave her the power to start putting the pieces of her world back together. Her name.

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And that’s the end of Chapter 2 (which was titled Name).

There’s more I’d like to do with this once I finish the second draft, but so far I don’t think this ending is terrible. Certainly better than the incoherent mess that was the first draft.

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So. Yeah. I’ve got a Ko-Fi, and I just… remembered I did and that I forgot to make a post about it.

So here it is.

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August Goals: Probably Not the Best Idea

So since the (organized) chaos that was my writing process for 2016 isn’t working for 2017, I’ve had to make some... changes. Find a system that works for the New and Not Improved Storm Dragon, you know? I installed so many new features this year, like enhanced depression, disassociation, total inability to focus on things, and gods know what else is there a TL;DR version of these patch notes??

So anyway.

I’ve started with effectively making each a ‘mini NaNoWriMo’. Since I’m the type who only works on one project for NaNo, that’s basically what this is. Sorta. I pick on WIP I’ve got and pick a word count I want to reach (usually what I think will finish it), and an older finished draft of another WIP in need of edits.

This month will have more than two projects due to circumstances I’ll explain later, but that’s basically how this is supposed to work. Write one project while editing another. Smaller projects (like short fanfics or the like) may happen if the lightning of inspiration hits though.

As mentioned in my previous post, my main goal is to finish Lamenting City’s second draft and hopefully reach 70k with it (first draft was 50k and not long enough). I also intend to finish Tova’s first draft, which should be fairly easy since I almost finished it during April Camp NaNoWriMo.

I will also be working on finishing the third draft of The Dragon’s Eyes, a short story. Almost done with that one, too.

Finally, the finished WIP I’ll be editing is my 2016 April Camp NaNoWriMo novel The Destiny of Cynder: A New Hope, which is a Legend of Spyro AU roleswap fanfiction.

Hopefully I can accomplish all or most of these...

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Lamenting City, Page 13

I meant to post this on Friday, but stuff came up dkgnfkhn.

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"So that's it, then?" the older woman grumbled, rolling her gold eyes. "That's all you can do now? Just stand around and stare like a statue?"

She hardened her gaze into a glare, but only succeeded in making the older woman huff. The young man and woman, who seemed to be siblings now that she looked at them more closely, inched away. The elder didn't seem to care, and continued glaring back at her. Whatever relationship they all had with each other, she knew it definitely wasn't positive. She didn't think she could change it, either.

She looked at Cirrus for a moment, and then walked closer to the table. The elder's expression didn't soften, but she said nothing. The two siblings squirmed in their chairs, while the other two men joined in the glaring. She ignored them and sat down in the empty chair, sitting across from the elder and meeting her gaze. She let her hands fall from her face, the redness retreating back.

"It took you long enough," the elder crossed her arms and leaned forward, looking her over the way one might examine a machine. "It's been so long, we started to think you wouldn't ever wake up. After all, not everyone can survive what you did... Such nasty business."

She looked at the elder, keeping her expression as neutral as possible to hide her confusion. Even if she could speak, she didn't think she'd ask for an explanation.

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With July Camp NaNoWriMo over and done with, I’ve now resumed writing the second draft of Lamenting Cit (which, for those just joining us, is where these pages are coming from). It’s been slow going because this whole year has been pretty crappy, but I’m hoping to finish it this month (my goal is to reach 70k works, too, and I’ve almost got 20k already).

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@inbatcountry17

Aaaaaa thank you!

I feel sorry for her too.

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So. Yeah. I’ve got a Ko-Fi, and I just… remembered I did and that I forgot to make a post about it.

So here it is.

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Lamenting City, Page 12

Did I forget again? Yes I did! In my defense, NaNo is intense.

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She didn't know how she dealt with this before. Did she stride through these corridors like a queen? Or did she act just as bitterly and look at others with distrust and thinly veined hate? At the here and now, she felt like a child far away from home, lost in a land she might not return from.

She placed her hand on Cirrus' head to remind herself that she wasn't as alone as she felt. She considered it a comfort that Cirrus remained by her side, since she had quickly realized the sights and smells were far worse for the dog than they were for her.

"There you are," the voice tickled her left ear, and she stopped in her tracks, turning to face the owner of it, an elderly woman wearing gray armour. Sitting at the table with her were three men and another woman who looked to be much younger. Cirrus growled at all of them, making the young woman and a man around her age flinch. The older men and the elderly woman opted to glare instead.

She realized she should know them as her brain screamed at her, telling her she recognized them without even attempting to say why. But she didn't remember them aside from faded images in her mind. She didn't remember their names, didn't even remember her own. Blood crawled up to her face and turned the skin red, making her cover all but her eyes to hide the shame it brought.

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The physical appearances of these characters are being described more... gradually throughout the story so far because I don’t want to stop the narrative just to describe them (it worked for Axel because her appearance itself was tied into the narrative). So, uh, until I can think of something better, details are gonna be kinda scattered. Apologies in advance.

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Oooh, nice! Always loved the aesthetic of 80′s dystopian works, so there’s definitely plenty of influence there!

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So. Yeah. I’ve got a Ko-Fi, and I just… remembered I did and that I forgot to make a post about it.

So here it is.

If you enjoy what I post here (and I’d like to start posting more stuff besides weekly pages soon), I’d appreciate a coffee tossed my way or a signal boost of this post if you can’t. I appreciate the support either way!

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Lamenting City, Page 11

I swear I’ll get back to posting these on Fridays ldkfhnknh

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You don't like this place much, do you? she thought, looking down at Cirrus as she glared and snarled at anyone who spared a glance at them. Or perhaps it's just the people? Am I the only one you like?

The air felt heavier, and she recoiled as the scent of smoke entered her nostrils. She looked forward, seeing smoke and steam coming from restaurants and vents. Her lungs ached even more and she clenched her fists, fighting the urge to just go back. There's something here. Something I need... There's a reason I came here... Right?

She didn't have a clue how long it would take to find this mysterious, all-important thing, but she also didn't have anything better to do. Going back to that sorry excuse for a room wouldn't give her any answers. Time was a resource she seemed to have too much of, at least for now.

She took a deep breath, doing her best to ignore the fire in her lungs. She walked towards the seedy corridors, avoiding the distrustful gazes of other people hanging around at the tables in front of restaurants and those walking around her. When one person moved to shove her out of their way, she sidestepped them and shot them a glare. They just kept walking without a word. She decided it was in her best interest to move on, and so she continued walking forward.

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Wonder if I should start labeling the chapters... We’re still in Chapter 2.

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Thank you so much! I try my best. ^.^

Time got away from me again this week, but I’ll be posting the next page shortly.

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Another week, another self-reblog. My initial message still applies.

Anywho, for fun, here’s my Twitter. I mostly just post/retweet video games, animals, politics, and... whatever I feel like, really. My activity on my main blog here is kinda waning a bit for the sake of my mental well-being, so I’m a lot more active on Twitter right now.

So. Yeah. I’ve got a Ko-Fi, and I just… remembered I did and that I forgot to make a post about it.

So here it is.

If you enjoy what I post here (and I’d like to start posting more stuff besides weekly pages soon), I’d appreciate a coffee tossed my way or a signal boost of this post if you can’t. I appreciate the support either way!

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Lamenting City, Page 10

Thought I posted this, but apparently not. Time isn’t real.

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A few more people glared at her as they walked by, and Cirrus growled at them. She paid them no mind, focusing on the size of the building they were in, trying to remember where exactly she was going and why she hadn't seen any windows or doors leading outside. She knew her mind held the knowledge somewhere, buried deep in the catacombs of fatigue and confusion.

The longer she walked, the more things seemed normal to her. The glares from the people, the omnipresent and suffocating steam, the nauseating humidity, and the rusted metal, the recess of her mind told her to accept it all. She knew it had always been this way, and yet, she couldn't reconcile herself with her environment, another thing she decided to blame the memory loss for. Every step she took further fueled the idea that this was a rundown place of misery. What kind of person was I?

Certainly not the kind of person she became upon waking up. Whatever type of person she had been before, she wasn't sure she could be her again.

After an hour of walking, the environment shifted from long halls filled with doors to a wide open space teeming with businesses and people. Cirrus started growling more when they both stopped walking, standing off to the side so others could come and go as they pleased.

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I hope to finish writing this second draft in August, once NaNo is over. NaNo’s been a disaster so far. I’m making the word goals, but there’s nothing readable. I Love Depression And Anxiety.

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I’m pretty sure Axel puts most points into intimidation and it paid off.

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So. Yeah. I’ve got a Ko-Fi, and I just… remembered I did and that I forgot to make a post about it.

So here it is.

If you enjoy what I post here (and I’d like to start posting more stuff besides weekly pages soon), I’d appreciate a coffee tossed my way or a signal boost of this post if you can’t. I appreciate the support either way!