#WRITING ROOM

[oh-so-romantically-hopeless]

The slight weight in his hands is familiar. It's always been familiar, since the first time he'd managed to bring a suitable weapon into existence. The first time he could remember anyways.

The fizzling of magic against his gloved hands is almost like warmth. The sensation of his magic being drawn from his person into his only does to make it feel like another part of himself, another limb. Maybe it was, in an odd sort of way. It was his after all.

He'd tried other things, trying to gauge which would be the best for him. The best to complete his work.

-

First a bow. It'd be elegant, long ranged, and quick. His namesake used one, how hard could it possibly be?

Much harder than it'd looked initially. He'd ended up with bruised fingers from recoil, an arrow to the foot, and wounded pride. Maybe... The bow was more suited to others anyways.

Next had been a sword, summoned of his own magic (he'd learned since the first attempt that his own was far better suited). That had been too unwieldy, clumsy, and looked horrifying when he used it. He didn't want to stab anyone, even if it was harmless usually it looked... Weird.

Next, a javelin. Long range, but much too big for what he needed. He really needed to find something that didn't look like he was committing murder.

He couldn't quite understand how this came so easily to the others! Not everyone had access to standard skeleton magic, he knew that, he'd seen it with his own eyelights! Eyelight.

They usually made do with other things, and knew what to do with them instinctively. Almost beautifully, like a dance instead of weaponry.

Maybe a few of them were older than him... Much older... With centuries of practice. But even baby bones seemed to handle their magic better than he had in months of attempts!

The whispers of quitting had begun to linger in the back of his mind. It'd be far easier to give up than be thwarted at nearly every turn. Leave this behind, leave his purpose behind in favor of a comfier, less taxing existence.

An eternal failure.

Now... Cupid could let a lot of things pass. Being hunted for sport by other outcodes? He was faster, and had a decent enough hold on his other forms of magic to escape.

Strung up by the multiverse's most volatile destroyer? He'd managed to talk his way out! Sort of!

Stuck in an uncomfortable situation? He could always find the positive in it! The silver lining of any stormy cloud! A constant optimist of his own will and power!

But, he could not- No. He would not be a failure. After all. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again, right?

In the end it'd taken less effort than he thought to get him there. That instinct he'd watched come to the others. What'd he'd been so envious of.

The end of an exhausting day, curled up in the soft pile of blankets he called a bed, watching whisps of his magic flow around his fingers in some manner of sleepy entertainment.

He'd only closed his socket for a moment, letting the warm, familiar fizzle continue to rest in his palm. Only to open it when instead of flowing, it decided to settle into his palm. Heavier, with the same quality, familiar.

He never questioned why it'd formed that way, a firearm that looked like it came out of one of the various alternates of "Mew Mew Kissy Cutie". But he had it, and he loved it. The right weight, long range, and far subtler than anything else he'd tried.

He'd put it to good use.

-

It hasn't been too long since then, but he's already become creative with it. A singular pistol to doubles, to a shotgun, to more. Channeling his more useful, and common, magic through it.

He keeps his hands steady, target right in view. The perfect shot! Pride settles in his chest, he'd gotten so far with it! Once he knew what he was doing of course!

It was only a pairing of friends, instilling platonic interest. Nothing that'd harm anyone, though his magic was rarely used for that. He'd done far too much study, enough to be sure that the two of them would be good for each other.

He lets the fizzling magic grow against his palms, warming up against him as it charged. Finger curling around the trigger in anticipation. Pulled back with the utmost caution.

The culmination of all his effort, his will.

A perfect shot.

[rjdent]

And today, after the last few books were shelved, my office/library/workroom was completed...

[teamfreewill2pointo]

We've been knew, but in Supernatural Then and Now's interview with Bob Singer about 4.12 (Criss Angel is a Douche Bag), Rob and RSJ ask about how far out the story arcs are planned.

Bob says that they didn't plan for the whole season or how to return for the next season. He talks about how when Sera left at the end of 7, they had no idea how they were going to start the next season and she left them in a difficult place. Bob says that they planned to midseason and then they'd have a meeting where they decided where to go for the back half. There's some seasons where, imo, this is very noticeable with how they'll set things up in the first half that are never mentioned in the second half.

Also, in Mark's interview from Kings of Con, Mark says how Jared had his plane on standby ready to fly Mark to his wedding as soon as he finished filming his scenes, J2 were gonna take coach.

[tinkerbelldetective]

I don't want to spoil anything for A Paragon's Guide to Ghosts and Mystery but since there's a post about how Patricia just straight up took someone from the hospital and took him back in a cab (LMAO and SHE WASN'T EVEN THERE FOR THAT. SHE JUST STRAIGHT UP DIPPED WITH RUFUS AND LEFT JEROME AND ALFIE) it's very important to announce that no matter the shenanigans, Patricia is always the getaway driver.

[lonegale]

Think my mental health just dipped.

I'll blame it on Hogwarts Legacy not having the companion opportunity outside of mods

[zombocomme]

Zombocomme: Such is our goal, MinistryTV is a multiversity center, we WANT to see that rainbow of perspectives from our audience, and honest to God, Devil be damned, hey Macarena, fkn love this fanbase!

God I love the collaborative nature of fanfiction. the yes and of fanfiction. the oh, what if nature of fanfiction. The endlessly unfolding, expanding, fractalizing, personalizing of fanfiction. The, I hear you, I love you, but I want to see it through another lens, of fanfiction. The way canon endlessly spawns ideas, and each spark of concept prompts another dozen lights to glow.

It is deeply human to refract a story through yourself so it can shine a light on that one specific emotion you needed to find. And it is the best of humanity that our instinct is to take what we have made, and share it with others.

[ariebold-author]

Writing room

[karen-carlisle-off-the-artboard]

Reclaiming my writing space

https://karenjcarlisle.com/2024/01/26/reclaiming-my-writing-space-2/

I used to have my own corner in the front room to write. That all changed with lockdown. My Dearheart worked from home and, as he was actually earning money, got squatters rights in the front room. I had to relocate my laptop, current notebook-in-use and research file box, pencils and sticky notes to the dining table. My old ‘standing’ (ie. up on besser blocks for height) roll desk slowly filled with various items and files with nowhere else to live.

And I’m still there. On the dining table. Having to clear everything away when it’s needed.

Finally, that is about to change (well, it will eventually). We’re having new rooms added to the back of the house: a ‘mud room’ back entry and room for some storage, a second toilet, and a larger multi-funcitonal living/entertaining (ie. room to play D&D)) room. The walls will be lined with bookshelves (and hopefully we can reclaim some of the floor in other rooms) and I get space for a new writing nook, which will double as a recording/video area.

Squee!

We’ve a lot of ‘stuff’ to remove from under the verandah and carport before the old metal verandah is removed, including our overgrown garden.

Then the pavers need moving. I (with help) landscaped and put down those pavers when I first moved in over 30 years ago (and didn’t have health problems). And we did too good a job!

We’ve managed to give away the mini freezer, but still have to find homes for the desk and various other items in the carport (I’m too embarressed to show that picture!) or they’ll end up in the skip. I’ve even advertised on the local trash nothing/old freecycle sites.

Today the concreter came over to double-check measurements for the footings and paths, and we were given a start date: 6th February.

Eep! Two and a half weekends to clear it all.

I’m now officially in panic mode and feeling a bit useless, as I can’t do much of the lifting work with my current health problems. We’ve been ringing gardeners and handy-persons over the past two months, but they are all booked out, so I’ve put the call out for any able and willing bodies to help remove pavers, garden, move furniture items, and more items. Up for grabs are the items seen in the above photo (the freezer has gone), various plants and cuttings, and other items in the carports. But so far, have had no volunteers.

So my relief at soon being able to vacate the dining area permantly and get a decent under cover washing line, has been overshadowed by an increasing sense of doom and rising panic levels.

I’m just concentrating on winter, and a new space I can dedicate to my writing and creating.

Wish me luck.

(Patrons received a sneak peek of this post on 19th Jan)

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

Mel and Viktor being drawn to each other but repelling each other at the same time... Ughhh you know I critique the fuck out of the writing sometimes but someone COOKED HERE

[the-ethereal-lorestar]

I think about the creator of Naruto. I don't know for sure, but I heard that he had an arc for her and threw it away. He listened to his fans (I don't remember what they wanted exactly) and gave less time on Sakura—or something decremented Sakura's character in some way—and it resulted in Sakura being hated.

I seen a video talking about Naruto with this exact premise as well. No wonder people shipped Naruto and Sasuke over Sasuke and Sakura.

It just kills me when writers create franchises where like 95% of the speaking roles are male, then get morally offended that all of the popular ships are gay. It’s like, what did they expect?

[borderinggrey]

A Room of One's Own.

What a real writers room looks like. Hey! How are you doing? Did you have a good holidays? The summer is over and the Autumn, after that weird little heatwave, is finally here. And with that, I am back to writing – so hello and thank you for coming back to read. I am writing this from my new writing room.  I know I should call it an office but that sounds stuffy and grown up, while a writing…

[secretly-a-trekkie]

he needs his floor time

[teamfreewill2pointo]

Ben Blacker wrote this about Jenny Klein and the Supernatural writing room

For those curious, he and his writing partner wrote The Mentalists, 7.07.

[lonegale]

Honestly it's probably been almost 2 years at this point. I have the characters, a decent world idea but no creativity or will to create anymore.

Alright fellow writers. Confession time.

Rules on "writing" for this poll:

no it doesn't matter what you write or how many words you write.

Worldbuilding, brainstorming, drafting, and editing all count as writing.

yes you're allowed to write something and then come back and vote on this.

yes adding one single word to your wip counts as writing.

[tinkerbelldetective]

The urge to take my two unwritten Law and Order fanfictions and have the two ocs meet each other is strong

[lonegale]

"Off we go, I heard from one of my besties about a local cafe that has amazing Spaghetti alle vongole" Newt proclaimed as we make our down the sidewalk

"Should we go to the house for Riposo or chill out at the park this time" Niko questions as he looks between Newt and I before lingering on me as I avoid his gaze

"Don't you fucking dare go back to that shop before riposo is over! I will drag you to my apartment and lock you in the spare bedroom!" I flinch at the sudden loudness of my brothers voice

Scoffing as I cross my arms "what do you expect me to do? I can't just leave the plants for hours" I argue as Newt looks at me unamused