#writeblr connects

[existingillusion]

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[nobita-here]

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Hey, remember how during Pride Month the writeblr community has posts circulating where queer authors are encouraged to promote their books with queer representation?

July is disability pride month, Disabled people are at risk of falling below the poverty line especially and i'd love to help those who are published get paid this month if i can, so...

Let's do the same thing but with Disability Pride Month!!!

Disabled Writers feel free to promote your stuff!

I'll start:

Hello, I'm Anna, I'm an Autistic and ADHD author! Here are my canonically disabled characters in books that will come out in like 50 years because I'm a slow writer:

(I noticed most of these are mental disabilities and disorders, probably because that's where most of my personal experience is, BUT i do have quite a few physical disabilities in there, and there's also quite a bit of intersectionality <333)

Prince Kaye (FSF series): Kaye has OCD! He's also mixed latino and bisexual <3 very sweet scrawny peacemaker prince born to a family of warlords <3

Captain Cassandra (FSF series): Cassandra is mute due to trading her voice and tail for human legs, and partially deaf due to an explosion on the seas during a battle. Due to losing her tail for human legs, she also experiences chronic pain in her feet (the original curse of every step feeling like walking on knives if you will). She's also plus sized, pansexual, and gets a pirate girlfriend

Erica (FSF series): Erica is an amputee pirate with a peg leg. She's also lesbian, polynesian, plus sized, and Cassandra's hopeless romantic pirate girlfriend.

Princess Hestia (FSF series): Hestia has an anxiety disorder! She's also plus sized, South Asian mixed (like her brother), and falls in love with a shy blonde bookworm trans boi named Elliot

Raven (FSF series): Raven is Autistic! He's a morally gray knight charged with being the personal bodyguard of a reckless princess. He's so Latino and bisexual <3

Princess Sapphire (FSF series): Sapphire has ADHD! She's the reckless adventure seeking and impulsive princess that Raven has to protect. She's also a redhead, and demisexual <3

Triveya (FSF series): Triveya is autistic and adhd! She's the resident wizard and magic expert in the cast of FSF, and is a little bit feral with a bubbly and nerdy personality

Kylee (TCIO series): Kylee is autistic and non speaking! She's a superhero with super speed and invisibility powers, and she's the youngest of the team while also being a mischievous and outgoing ball of sunshine

Bryson (TCIO series): Bryson is diabetic! I'm still developing his character so i haven't figured out which type he is yet (leaning towards type 2). He's the superhero team medic with healing powers (can't heal himself or emotional injuries with said powers), and he's also a black guy and the token straight of the team that's on thin ice

Chase (TCIO series): Chase has OCD, a bipolar mood disorder, and chronic depression and anxiety to go with it! He's the tech guy on the team of superheroes, and doesn't have any supernatural abilities, but he's really good with computers and tech. He's cynical and sarcastic (because of the ableism he's experienced in the past) but secretly does care, and he's also Romani American and Jewish!

Corie (Galaxy Des. series): Corie is a cyborg and has prosthetic limbs! She has a prosthetic eye, arm, and leg. The eye does come with a small interface and her arm does have a laser gun attachment. She built and repairs all of her robot parts herself, and is a highly feared and valuable assassin in the galactic underworld. She's also mixed brown and is AroAce!

NOVA (Galaxy Des. series): Nova is epileptic! She is an android who was scrapped due to malfunction, and became a smuggler who is good at her trade. Due to faulty wiring she's epileptic. She's a cynical and grumpy android who accidentally falls in love with a loveable human lesbian rogue. She's bisexual and has shiny chrome skin with cyan lighting in the cracks.

Pandora (Galaxy Des. series): Pandora is a part-time wheelchair user, autistic and adhd, and tourettic! He is a biologist that formerly did morally questionable work for the galactic government, and now does that same work in the criminal underworld and sells it to the highest bidder. She also uses he/she pronouns, is mixed brown, and pansexual!

Ethel (unnamed witchy wip): Ethel has one eye and PTSD! She's a witch in a world where magic has just been outlawed, and a witch hunting cult has been hired by the new king and queen to hunt down and eradicate witches. She's also AroAce and very underdeveloped because this is a backburner wip.

Thanks for reading! Links to my wips are in my pinned post! If you are a disabled writer and or have disabled characters, do share!

Happy Disability Pride Month!

[burningvelvet]

my desire to write shitty fanfic VS my desire to write original works i can attach my name to VS the part of me that just wants to creatively experiment & never actually finish or promote anything or have expectations tied to my output bc that takes all the fun out of it VS the part of me still clinging to the pipedream of being famous & living on thru my work after i die like my creative heroes did VS the part of me that understands thats not possible for several reasons but mainly because we live in an increasingly post-canon world due to globalization & the rise of mass media platforms so the main way to reach audiences is thru social media apps VS my hatred of dealing with social media apps & their atrocious algorithms VS my need to connect with people VS my fear and hatred of other people &/or the often isolatory nature of creating VS my love for collaborative works & understanding that the creator/audience relationship is collaborative in and of itself & every form of it is worthy

[definegodliness]

21-5-2024

[abbieswriteblr]

Writeblr Introduction

Hello, welcome to my writeblr! My name is Abbie and my pronouns are she/her. I am a 23 year old undergrad student pursuing a BA in English and Creative Writing. I created this blog to not only share my writing, but to engage with other writers as well!

About my writing

The genres I write most often are: Dystopian, thriller, mystery, crime fiction, and romance.

My goal as a writer is: I have been interested in beginning some sort of fantasy novel, so my goal is to try and branch out into other genres!

Some fun facts about me

My favorite genres to read at the moment are mystery, dystopian, and thriller.

I have 3 cats :)

Outside of writing, some of my hobbies include knitting, cooking/baking, drawing, and singing.

My coffee order is a large iced caramel macchiato.

My big three zodiac signs are: cancer sun, leo moon, and libra rising.

In addition to my busy schedule, I am also planning my wedding with my fiancé!

[sillyxvixrk]

Reconnecting with someone you connected with in the past is one of the most beautiful feelings in life.

[existingillusion]

[inkskinned]

he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.

except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?

at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.

except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.

about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.

he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.

[cljordan-imperium]

Me and my astute editor, Clawdette, have been working since I got home on some revisions. Posting resumes tomorrow on your favorite stories.

[mentalnote1]

Together Part 7 - Poetry

Seasons call From behind a threshed of mourning Exploring A handwritten endeavor

*** !Together! *** I will love you forever That’s been tattooed on our arms since we were 21 years old Love put years on happy And on his 97th birthday We sat We rocked We listened To the stars And whispered to the moon *** We made love *** We died *** !Together!

[annikamaja8-blog]

"My first love is stuffed in my dirty, torn briefcase

With my scarred fist clenching the handle

And every love that comes after

Is simply a new feather hat

That goes a top my shiny new hair-do and dead ends"

-Anni

I took inspiration from a poem by Fatima Aamer Bilal, the original poem sits below the text:

[definegodliness]

Ever again

Sometimes I wake With my lips puckered in Muscle memory, Catching Myself whispering Sweet everythings To a tightly embraced Pillow.

Sometimes My arms Feel like phantom limbs, When they limply hang From my shoulders, and still I am Embracing you For a Moment.

I smile, then, Like a ghost, reaffirmed in Outstaying the first or final Welcome on Earth.

Sometimes I trace The scar tissue, pale and true, yet Restraining and unmoving, And I think of all the blood That could be Flowing.

Sometimes I wake, And not after The dream that keeps me dreaming, But at the end of a day Wherein I had my eyes Open.

Hopeless.

I cry, then, Like a ghost, banished From the plane That embellished each and every wish To forever remain,

And I wonder if the cure is worse than The affliction.

Sometimes I see You reside within me, But that you have outstayed your welcome, And that I am ready To heal.

Sometimes I know who is the ghost, then.

When I think of scar tissue, phantom limbs, And muscle memory; Dreams that keep me Dreaming.

Short-lived moments Of clarity.

More often, I keep you whirling Like the yin To my yang, And keep the void you left, like a blueprint That can alternate this Nothingness Into everything, at last.

A light bulb without a socket.

Glad that whatever you left guarantees this:

When and if ever I will say, 'I love you', again,

I will mean it.

A light will shine Without the me within you, and Despite the you Within

Me.

Sometimes I realise the latter is All I should really keep Safeguarded.

--- 10-7-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[simonnebethel]

Writeblr Introduction

Just learned what a writeblr intro is so I'm gonna make one before I go to bed lol

I've already done something like this a few days ago but that was when I had no clue what I was doing lmao, so might as well make a more in depth one

About me:

20, she/her, bi

American

I write mostly fantasy and urban fantasy, and honestly i dont think i've ever written a story that was non-fantasy lol

Started writing when I was 10, but it was mostly Warrior Cats fanfiction on Wattpad lol. I went through a writing slump for most of highschool but last year I decided to get back into it since I'm not doing anything else lol

I like to read fantasy and classic lit, also anything with vampires. I also have a soft spot for slowburn romances where the main characters dont kiss until, like, the 4th book heehee

In love with anything gothic, vampire, and wlw 👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

I think one of my more niche interests is any early 2000s fantasy/sci-fi movie with a nu-metal/rock/alternative soundtrack like Queen of the Damned and The Crow. They are just...*chefs kiss*

My current stories:

A Chant for Blood (Formerly known as Account of Calamity)

Account of Calamity is a gothic victorian fantasy about a Grand Marshal, Karliah Helisende, and a blood-drinking fiend, Yorick Gwynplaine, who work together to investigate the mysterious portals that spawn dangerous creatures into the city of Isarnan, all the while Karliah is being haunted by the mysterious ancient temple that watches over her every move.

I'm currently working on the second draft, and I may start looking for beta readers once I'm finished, although I know I'm not far from finished with this novel. I also plan to make it a 4 or 5 book series, and slowly add a slowburn romance.

12/30/24 - Second draft has been finished!!

Looking for beta readers! Look here!

Our Demonic Hearts - The Craven Pact Series #1

Our Demonic Hearts is a urban fantasy about a cambion woman, Ana Kravens, haunted by her past. Taking place in a small Mississippi town, a man she went through a traumatic incident with, Beau Motloe, shows up on her doorstep one day with a deal; help him find his missing mother, and he'll give back the memories she lost during the traumatic incident. Her father, a demonic creature of unknown origin, wants nothing more than the Motloes dead, claiming that they were the very reason his daughter was almost killed 6 years ago. Ana goes against her father's wishes and accepts Beau's deal, suspecting that her father isn't telling the whole truth about that fatal night.

It is completed and available on Wattpad and Royal Road!! It was just a small project I had done for Nanowrimo, and has been edited at least once before being published. However, I plan to make it a trilogy and maybe have some spin-offs. This story is fairly new, but most of the characters are at least 5 years old and I love them very much <3

What I plan for 2024:

Finish the second draft of A Chant for Blood and look for beta readers(In the beta reader phase!) ✅

Start the second novel of The Craven Pact Series(Outline complete)

Write a short story/novella or two taking place within the A Chant for Blood universe. My brain is currently exploding with ideas rn ✅

Write a short story about Ana Kraven's mom and how she met Marchosias, Ana's father.

Plan something for Nano?? Idk where I'll be in November lol (Finish a project I started in february, which is To Hear a Lovebird!)

I'm interested in following other writers and reading everybody's stories! I would also be interested in a beta read/beta swap ^^

Other sites I'm on:

Wattpad: LillithOfBees

Royal Road: SimonneBethel

18+ Writing discord!!!

[kestalsblog]

I wish writing communities didn't often give me a sense of utter alienation and pessimism toward writing. It's not that I think I'm a better writer than anyone else; I love reading other people's work so much. It's brought me incomparable joy, and I pride myself on my ability to be a true cheerleader for others without a trace of writer's envy.

But whenever I've attempted to join an actual group to meet other writers, whether online or in person, I felt such artificiality that I couldn't continue. It's almost like it's staged - we're all waiting for our turns to speak, like we're in some kind of class trying to use the right buzzwords and say the do's and don'ts of "good writing," like there's always something competitive lurking in the room, some need for perfect approval. It makes me look at my own writing advice posts on here and hate them because what initially start as attempts at genuine communications over my love for writing turns into the same damn soulless traps I feel everywhere else. I've fortunately had much better luck with genuine expressions of love for writing with a few people at a time rather than groups, but it still makes me sad.

I'll never forget this one group I tried to join that met at nights in this weird old building. I don't think the people there were bad at all, but I couldn't connect to them. They wouldn't stop debating what was "believable" in people's stories every single meeting. Picking apart sentences to determine if it was realistic enough or not. One freezing night, I was walking there and suddenly realized I couldn't stand it anymore, so I just ran off into the woods nearby to climb the trees instead. I was most likely the problem.

EDIT: This is absolutely not directed at the lovely people I talk to on here. I'm talking about actual groups geared toward writing I've joined 😮‍💨