#200 words a day

[writingwife-83]

Ok friends, I’m gonna do daily word count updates to keep me accountable for the 200 Word a Day for May challenge.

Google doc start point- 676 words

I’ll be back later to update!

If you’re not interested in updates like this idek why you’re following a blog like this lol but go ahead and filter “may writing challenge”

[thewritingsofevbrowne]

May Writing Challenge

So I saw this writing challenge on Tumblr for the month of May. I wanted to keep up my writing schedule. I wrote a total of 26,479 words. Which is a whole 47 words more than I wrote in Camp NaNoWriMo. I'm pretty proud of myself and deserve a little pat on the back for my accomplishment.

The whole reason I did this challenge is because I usually expect way too much of myself. I used to think 1k words a day was a good goal but it's way too high for me. Usually, when I didn't meet my goal I would become disappointed in myself for not making it. So smaller goals mean more achievable goals. I think I'll try to continue this writing challenge in my daily schedule. Some words are better than none.

[seravphs]

modern intimacy —

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — GOJO x FEM READER

Gojo watches you get ready for your anniversary date. 

tags — married au, Gojo is the annoying type that doesn’t have to do any skincare or makeup to look good, so he’s doubly interested in your routine

“What’s that one?” 

“It’s mascara.”

“Huh. Okay, what’s that?” 

“It’s blush, honey.” 

“Can I try?” 

“Try it on?” You look up at him, surprised. Gojo, being Gojo, always looks perfect. You’re not sure what he would need makeup for. 

“Can I try putting it on you?” 

When you shrug, Gojo grins eagerly and pulls you onto his lap. You did not agree to that, but you let it slide. He takes the little compact in one hand and your fluffy brush in the other. His tongue peeks out in concentration as he taps rouge onto your cheeks. 

You catch a glimpse in the mirror against his protests. No wonder why-

“I look like a clown!” You protest. 

“But my adorable little clown,” he says. 

“Don’t try to wriggle your way out of this one! Give me that-“ you snatch your makeup back. 

You wince at you stare into the mirror once more. It’s useless. Your base is completely unsalvageable. You’ll have to start all over. 

“It’s fine,” Gojo drawls. “I’ll just get us another reservation.” 

You turn gleaming eyes on him and lift your blush brush. 

“Hey, wait!”

[stellewriites]

ghost and soap that move in together in between missions to save on money and eventually - inevitably - fall into bed together. but somethings missing

they’re both a little too sharp around the edges, need something sweet to ease their cravings and soften their bites, but no one fits right

until you, that is. so don’t be surprised when they make sure you’re sticking around by any means necessary

[gothamxwattpad]

January 2nd 2025.

Today’s writing goal was met and I have a very rough start to an outline for GothamX. No, I’m not done with Weavers, it’s on the shelf because GothamX is more important to me. Blank 30 day card below if you would like to join me in challenging yourself to write! 200 words a day; whether it be the building blocks of a new project or writing for fun!

January 1st 2025.

I’m walking into this year with 2 writing goals: 1) write 200 words a day- whether it be for my big project or just little shit writing to entertain me & 2) to create a character that is so hated that readers don’t want to seem them killed off.

I have met my word count goal today! If you would like to join me, I will add a blank page below!

[disguisedcheezed]

Just take this. They could never leave my fucking mind.

[oifaaa]

People who can work on one project one piece of art one piece of writing for days on end amaze me if I do not finish my thing before I go to bed there is a 90% chance I will be disgusted by even the thought of it the next day and that only increases the more time passes

[seneon]

why does the fics that i put the most work in always flops and the lazy ones gets like all the notes??

[finickyfelix]

First/Last Line Tag:

Thanks for the tag @cowboybrunch and @tragedycoded! This is much later than I normally do tag games, but due to the nature of this one I couldn't do it until I was done writing for the day.

Rules: Post the first line and last line you worked on that day.

Here's what I have for today:

First line:

You knew that if you opened that door, he would find out.

Last line:

When the cold wind hit your face, you felt both freer than you'd ever been and like you were chained to the room you'd come from, like you could both run away and couldn't take a single step past the door.

Tagging my beloved tag list, who are below the cut, as well as open tag for anyone else who wants to show me the first and last lines you wrote today!

Hello tag list <3 It's been a while. @the-letterbox-archives, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @the-scaredy-crow, @tragedycoded*, @drchenquill, @fifis-corner, @melpomene-grey, and @cedar-sunshine

(*: since you tagged me, you don't have to do it.)

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to or removed from my tag list.

[attapullman]

Is anyone else having horrendous writer's block after last week?

[writingwife-83]

Coming in under the wire once again! Day 6 of 200 words a day in May…

Starting word count- 339

Final word count- 558 😅

[wrencatte]

mini-fic 3! Cere POV. linguist!Cal, Mantis Crew as Family, Merrin & Cal bonding 1.2k words

“This one?”

Cal squints at it for half a second, says “yes,” then looks back down.

“What about this one?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even look!”

“Greez, that’s the third time you’ve shown me that one.”

“No, it – oh, wait, haha, yeah it is. Okay. Let me see….”

Cere watches in fond amusement as Greez goes back to the shelves. Merrin comes over with a tome from deeper within the city library and angles it in a way Cal can look at it without straining his neck. His expression brightens and he takes it, running his fingers over the edges and corners.

There’s a slight twist in the Force that Cere’s beginning to learn means he found an echo. She has to focus pretty hard to feel it so she only pays it enough attention to be sure Cal’s not about to fall into anything nasty – not that she can do anything about it if he does, but she likes to be prepared – and tunes back into the softly murmured conversation between Merrin and Cal.

The Nightsister looks absolutely delighted at having found something in a language Cal doesn’t recognize, all quiet pride and subtle preening. Cere hides a smile behind her hand. Adorable. Cal flips the tome open and the two of them duck heads, Cal underlining a few words with his finger and saying something that Merrin repeats. He shakes his head and says it again. Her face twists in thought as she sounds it out before giving it voice and he nods rapidly, grinning. She smiles back, one of those small soft ones that pops up whenever it’s just her and Cal.

Cere is just about to go back to her own readings when Greez arrives, BD-1 whirling on his shoulder, a book held over his head in triumph.

“Ha! Try this on for size!”

Cal takes the book carefully. “I know this one,” he tells Greez, who groans in disappointment. “But, oh wow.” He flips through a few pages, lips moving as he reads the text silently to himself. “I can’t believe they have a book written in pre-Reformation Gwyrdd’tafodi. Do you know how rare that is? When they switched over, they deliberately destroyed all they could! An archivist hid this away for a hundred years in order to get it safely off the planet. It kept getting passed down the family line until one of them got passage on a ship.”

Greez crosses one set of arms, his free hands on his hips. He watches Cal fondly as the young Jedi’s excitement grows with every page flip. “You know, I would’ve never pegged you as such a gigantic nerd.”

“Jedi were scholars and peacekeepers before they were soldiers,” Cere says quietly. A hush falls on the group. Cal ducks down, shoulders hunching, eyes kept resolutely on the page though it’s obvious he’s not reading a single word. She smiles and adds lightly, “We’re all nerds.”

Cal laughs first, tinged with grief and legitimate delight. He tucks the book Greez brought under the one Merrin showed him, which makes Merrin throw Greez a smirk and for the latero to throw his crossed arms up in the air in a huff. Cere rolls her eyes fondly and catches Cal’s gaze. He grins, unrepentant, enjoying whatever contest is going on between their friends. It gets Cal more books without him getting up, so he’s not going to stop them.

Greez’s frustration is amusing to watch, especially when he snatches BD from scanning the book Cal has open so he can co-opt the droid’s database to help find a language Cal doesn’t know. It’s not helping. BD-1’s database might be filled with years and years of history and culture but knowing the intimate details of a language instead of just a simple dictionary is completely different.

Merrin listens to Cal read out loud for a few minutes, humming at all the right moments, but obviously thinking hard about something. Cere gives up on reading her book and focuses on the two of them, curious as to what’s going to happen next.

“How many languages do you know?”

Cal’s teeth click he stops talking so fast. “I don’t know,” he admits with a shrug. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I know a language until I see or hear it again. Sometimes not even then! It doesn’t always register it as a different language. It’s just…words I understand.”

She tilts her head, expression intense. “Could you learn Dathomiri?”

He grins and quips something in the smokey, gritty sounding language of Dathomir. Merrin’s eyes widen, and then, suddenly, they glimmer with a wetness both Cere and Cal pretend they don’t see.

Knuckles pressed to her lips, she breathes a very quiet, “oh,” before clearing her throat and adding roughly, “Your accent is terrible.”

“Is it though?” Cal asks smugly.

Merrin scowls. “I will teach you more…if you want to learn.”

Cal’s expression softens. “I would love to. Thank you for sharing it with me.” He adds something in Dathomiri at the end that has Merrin abruptly turning back to their shared book, expression pained and grieving.

Cere nudges the Nightsister with a tendril of the Force and gets a small smile in response. They don’t share the same bond as Jedi do, but theirs is enough for Cere to believe her. She settles back in her chair, musing on what her life has become, sharing a bond with a Nightsister, before she shrugs it off and fully intends on finally going back to her reading with Merrin and Cal’s back-and-forth as a background noise.

Except Greez comes back again, the book he carries is much thinner than any of the ones stacked around Cal like a barrier. BD-1 clicks excitedly and Greez is grinning smugly as he waves the book in the air.

“Did you know this place has an unknown language section? Guess who found it!” he all but brags. Merrin frowns, nose wrinkling while Cal laughs brightly and holds out a hand for the book.

Greez slaps it in his hand, earning a scandalized look from one of the librarians. Merrin and Cere laugh as he hunches down with quick apologies. Cal inspects the book carefully. If there are any echoes, they’re soft and quick. He grins.

“Congratulations, Greez, I don’t know this one.”

The latero cheers silently, all four arms thrown up in victory.

Merrin rolls her eyes. “You still lost. I found one first.”

Cal hums. “Best two out of three? This place is open for another five hours.”

The two of them exchange looks for a full second before Merrin jumps out of her chair and rushes into the depths of the library. Greez yelps and follows her as fast as he can without running. Cere hides her face, as though that will keep people from realizing they’re with her. Cal laughs, covering his mouth with his book. His eyes peek over, glittering in mirth. He pulls the book away, and holds it to his cheek, leaning in like he has a secret. Cere can’t help but lean in to hear it.

“I already know the language,” he admits.

Cere blinks at him then laughs loudly – nearly getting them kicked out of the library.

[oshaskell]

2024 📝 Year in Review

Tagged by @witchiewitchie and @clownbrainrot thank you guys yippee!!!

2024 writing wins:

Wrote my longest fic to date! Turns out everything is possible <3 live laugh love or something.

Got back my love for writing and saw a marked improvement in my outlining and drafting process!

Got more involved in fandom and made some writing friends (hii reddiesance mwah)! I am still bad at this on tumblr, but being on a single discord server with cool people really helps foster that sense of community and is great motivation (and is better for my ADHD than social media

2025 writing goals:

We are DOUBLING DOWN on letting the 1st drafts be shit.

Playing around with genres I like… Comedy, time loops, sci-fi, period pieces! Gen fic and platonic pairings too.

Straight up just #Write #Havefun #Doit. etc etc.

NO pressure tagging @playinginthunderstorms, @professionalpansy, @wra-1-th, @heygirltimeformorning, @clytemnestraaa, @teddy-after-all a cordial hello and a happy new year to you!

If you're reading this and feel like doing it, I'm tagging you. Cheers!

[the-nothing-maker]

I feel like “men = evil” is getting more and more prevalent lately and it sucks. And I don’t mean this in a “not all men” way- all this stuff feels different now than it did a handful of years ago. It feels less like “a lot of men have been taught to think this way” and more like “men are inherently gross and bad”, which sucks for everyone imo.

Anyway I love your art and your posts, and I hope you have a good day <3

Hmmm, yeah, I've definitely felt that way too these past few months. I know I live in a relatively small bubble, so I might be biased, but it's a feeling that's been gnawing at me for some time now.

I don't think I've got much to add to the conversation except for my own feelings (not easy nor fun being transmasc in an environment like this). Thankfully, a lot of people have spoken much more eloquently on the topic! No one will come out unscathed from bioessentialist supremacy.

Anyway! There's not much point to giving more ground to that rhetoric. I'll be over there having my femme transmasc fun party and you're all invited <3

[flygonscales]

2 weeks at uni and I’ve already reached peak procrastination. I found masking tape and somehow decided that the best use of my time was to make a tiny Belphemon-sleep.