#wannabe author

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Honestly mildly obsessed with this Tintin for idea that's just floating around my head that's also me projecting onto him

I have a headcannon that Tintin's mother was blind due to a genetic condition called retinitis pigmentosa, where the cells in the back of the eyes slowly die off until, in some cases, you're completely blind. Most cases however have some form of central vision remaining.

Anyway thinking about Tintin moving into Marlinspike with Haddock and Calculus and they're all learning new things about each other, and one night they all hear a noise and Tintin comes stumbling down the stairs with glasses and a torch, even though it's a full moon and there's plenty of light. Haddock soon discovers that Tintin has an astigmatism and has simply been wearing contacts everywhere because heaven knows what his enemies would do if they discovered his eyes weren't perfectly functional-

Anyway a couple of years pass, not much happens except for Tintin changing glasses every now and then and also getting a pair of sunglasses "to protect my eyes from the bright sun, Captain. Just a simple safety precaution, that's all." No one really says anything about Tintin and his eyes, (Haddock made a couple of jabs when Tintin tripped over the carpet, which only earnt him a withering look,) until Haddock noticed a book on Tintin's desk one morning.

A book for learning Braille.

Now, Tintin's eyes were far from perfect, but surely he didn't need to learn Braille??? Haddock brings up his concerns later and surprisingly, Tintin responds rather quickly. "I may not need it now, Captain, but the future holds many uncertainties that we can only guess."

Haddock shrugs it off, but a few days later he and Tintin are walking across the estate at night under the moonlight. Haddock jabbers on about the different constellations he points to, talking about how they guide sailors across vast spanses of seas. Tintin, meanwhile, seems to be more interested in the ground.

"Goodness, lad, what's so interesting about the grass?"

"It would be more interesting if I could see it, Captain."

"What do you mean, you can't see it?"

They both stop. Tintin sighs, staring up at the sky. "Are there many stars tonight?"

"Of course! There's not a cloud in the sky... can't you see them either?"

"I see Venus, faintly... and I think Mars over there."

"What is going on with your eyes, laddie?"

"I have no night vision left, Captain. I can't see anything past sunset."

Silence. Not a word spoken, only the gentle breathing of the Earth.

"That doesn't sound normal, Tintin."

"I know."

"Have you seen an eye doctor?"

"I've seen an optometrist and an ophthalmologist, Captain."

"And?"

"There's nothing we can do." A pause. "We can only wait for the inevitable and enjoy what we have left."

It hits the Captain harder than a ton of bricks, harder than any punch or blow. He can't help but stare at the boy's- no, the young man's eyes, like azure crystals twinkling in the night.

"You're going blind?"

A small smile.

"How long have you known?"

"Since I was 14. At least, that was when I received the diagnosis. I think I've always known, deep down. My mother had the same condition, you see. Everyone always told me I had her eyes."

Silence again. The earth let out a breath.

"How long do you have?"

"It's hard to say. Perhaps before I'm 30. Maybe not until I'm 60. Even then, we don't know how much I'll lose."

So calm. So sure. As though he was simply discussing the weather.

"Are you scared?"

"Not anymore. It's life, after all. We have no way of controlling what happens; all we can do is accept and adapt."

"Will it be easy?"

"Heavens, no. But it is possible."

They walked back to the mansion, arms linked and steps slow. As they walked, Haddock couldn't help but think of the young teen who had crawled in through the porthole of his cabin all those years ago. The boy with blazing eyes, unafraid of anything but the future. And now, this young man next to him, so peaceful and sure, was unafraid of anything except the past.

[aroacewolfic]

alright so I have decided to write a book about an ace person who still participates in intercourse but also identifies as ace this is to piss off anti ace people and because I wanna

a romance because from what I have read and what I know there aren't many books about ace people who end up in a relationship.

found family will have another poll if it wins so then I can figure out what kind.

both because why tf not

[attemptingwriter]

I want to post about the book I'm trying to write but I haven't been very good at writing it so I feel weird posting about something that may go unfinished

[cowboysandpilots]

Original Writing Part 1

It’s not like I was trying to get sent to the hospital. How was I supposed to know that the teachers were listening to our conversations in the lunchroom? Or that the teacher would be required to report one measly joke about how I was going to kill myself. Mrs Jorgensen didn’t actually report me to the hospital; she reported me to the school councillor. I’ve never talked to the school councillor, and now I wish I hadn’t.

His office smelled like a mix of mouldy cheese and feet. I had to hold back a gag as soon as I entered, but he didn’t seem to notice; he wasn’t even looking at me. I took off my backpack and placed it in the leather chair next to the one I chose to sit in. I lift my head and look at him, but he still doesn’t acknowledge me. Is this some sort of game? Is this the silent treatment to break me? How can he not feel my eyes boring into him?

I don’t want to talk. I didn’t even want to come here, so I stayed sitting and staring. He’s reading a book. Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I love that book. I’ve read it twice, but I won't say anything. Instead, I think about the book. I can put myself in there with Crowley and Aziraphale. I can imagine them talking to me. Crowley on my left, making a crack about what a numpty this guy is and Aziraphale on my right, telling Crowley that he shouldn't say such things. They’re arguing around me, and I make the mistake of laughing out loud. It’s just a small chuckle, but it makes him look up and close the book.

Crowley and Aziraphale disappear.

——

(This is my first time posting original writing here, so... yeah. Please check out my links if you like this and wanna support, but if not, I appreciate your readership either way. 💕)

[emmanuellececchi]

Quick thing....

For those of you kind enough to follow me AND write... I was wondering if you could tage me in your stories when you post them?

I will have to spend less time on tumblr and so... not so much trime scrolling and I don't want to miss something (well I will but...)

Don't worry, it's not for something bad, but, after a discussion with my hubby telling me : "if you want to become an author, go for it" (a very serious discussion about budget and work and... becoming an author), I thought that I really need to spend more time on my writing if I want to finish one story and... well you know how many I have.

Tumblr, and most specifically, you that I follow and love, are very helpful with my writings, when I am stump or when I want to exchange so, no, I am not cutting tumblr. I will just time my time... or something like that.

So.... if you could tag me? That'll be awesome.

And yes. it's awesome my guy is pushing me.

[thunderstorms-and-a-lover]

i love writing (i ramble in my journal)

[oreo102]

I wanna be an author which is actually so fucking funny bc I’ve been putting off finishing the three things I want to post before the end of this month (ya know, in just over a week) and am now brute forcing the words which I didn’t even know I could do lmao

[alternatingthursdays]

Introducing...!

HEY GANG welcome to... here! You can call me Avi for now (Or Alternating, or Thursday, or any variation of those things), and I'm an artist, and author, and most importantly a Christian!

For practically as long as I can remember I've wanted to be an author (before that it was a pop star, but that was a very brief phase), and now I'm finally taking some big steps toward that goal! There were lots of missteps and fumbles along the way, but now I'm working on my ultimate project; The Dechaverse. I'll elaborate on that later probably! Of course I also have tons of other story ideas/concepts and I'm excited to share them with you all, and hopefully get more motivation to ACTUALLY write and not just daydream about writing.

Excited to be here, also I have no idea how professional the rest of my posts are gonna be, I'll probably just be yapping.

[acermerryweather]

ode to a crow

As i sit and adore the magnificence of earth from my window,

 I breathe in the stunning sapphire blue of a midday sky, so deep and endless and smooth without blemish or interruption, until…

Swirling beautifully against this eye burning sight the blue hue upon a jet black wing of the crow as the aura of the shining sun reflects like the glint of a mirror,

 returning that glint to meet its original giver…

The swooping majestic silhouette of that familiar corvid who visits so often I call him friend, soon joined by his mate, following almost directly the same flight path that he had passed before.

Now joined in flight against this backdrop of the ocean of the sky, 

it's all theirs, to be free , to be, for me to see.

Such comfort in such beauty, magnificent and majestic, 

my corvid friends that fly.

[gabbytalksalot]

When writing is actually fun again>>>

[alice-crowin]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 some of my favourite quotes 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 

“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people." - caitlyn siehl

“It's not my responsibility to be beautiful. I'm not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.” - Warsan Shire

“She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...” - arundhati roy

“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.” - masaru emoto

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Six Sentance Sunday (It's Tuesday but oh well)

I was tagged by the fabulous @tintinology (cue me fangirling slightly) to post 6 lines (or 6 sentences in my case) of my current WIP :D

Another station pulled up, signalling to a handful of the children that their journey had finished. In a frenzy of chatter and giggles, they grabbed their suitcases and jumped off, tags fluttering from their coats. Tintin looked down at his own tag looped neatly in his buttonhole. Tintin. Last name unknown. DOB: 10th(?) January, 1929. Skeldale House, Darrowby. His gaze drifted back to the hills, staring blankly at the black and white smudges of cows. Skeldale House. It sounded like an orphanage. Or some kind of children's home.

Ok so I went over but SHHHH

I tag (with no pressure): @kaslynspeaks @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog

[zerogravity2022]

Day 1

I'm trying to become an author, more descriptively, fiction. I have a concept and a first chapter but if anyone has any tips on writing I'd would love to hear.

[cowboysandpilots]

Grief is a Bitch (Original Poem)

Grief was a stone in my throat, and I spent the winter imagining sleep at the bottom of the river. Grief was a crow's nest in my ribs, and I spent the summer with my lips to the bottle to quiet it down. I was tipsy on the stairs and sick in the sink, and I hated myself more than the blame I deserved. I cut my finger opening a tin of peaches in the hot summer sun, and told them it was an accident even though I knew what would happen when I tried to lift the edge of the metal top with exposed skin. They told me to be more careful next time, and I felt the heat of embarrassment, though it was always overshadowed by a lift in my chest, a tiny thump of my heart that I had gotten away with it yet again. Grief is the blood dripping. Down my finger, past my knuckles, until it lands with an inaudible plink against the counter. It is a comfort of sorts, a reminder. I am alive; I am real. For if I wasn’t, my blood would not be so red.

— Kian Isaac

All my links ❤️

[rise-tmnt-fan]

Genuine question here!

Lately I’ve been really into drawing (Especially the turtles from rottmnt) and have found out that it is near impossible to get a good picture of a sketchbook that doesn’t look too grainy, shiny or weird. (If you have tips with this I would appreciate it!)

So I’ve been wondering what drawing apps would be good for a person who has no clue what to do, doesn’t have the right supplies (For Example- A drawing tablet, or pencil) and only has a phone (and possibly a fire tablet?).

What would I use these drawing apps for?

- I would like to make a comic/comics with it

- Character Sheets and Sketches

- Amateur Animation

- Along with stickers/keychains I’ve been wanting to design for months for my Etsy.

Budget- Mainly free. Kinda tight with money. 😅

Also any drawing pens that you would recommend?

What spurred this on?

- I’ve always wanted to get into art but couldn’t really find anything I truly wanted to draw (anatomy has been a struggle and I couldn’t really find a ton of time between life and my writing so I put off this desire to draw or make any sort of comic in favor of things that I could do without much trouble. Rise kind of spurred on some ideas that I definitely didn’t just want to see on a google doc. Hence why I’ve suddenly became very interested in drawing (that and tumblr and all the amazing artists/writers!)

Any and all help is appreciated!!!

I hope you have a good day!! Bye!!