#writers month 2022

[ohmightydevviepuu]

try / cry / why? (just a dream)

!!! new cover art commissioned from the amazingly talented @svenjaliv !!!

if you are active in this community at all you've had the gift of seeing her art and feeling what she puts into it. take it from me--if you have the opportunity, and the funds, and there is something special you'e been wanting for yourself--do it. you won't regret it. working with @svenjaliv made me feel so incredibly seen--like my story was coming to life in front of me.

we are so fortunate in this fandom to be surrounded by incredible talent and amazing artists. ignore AI. enjoy the real thing whenever and however you can.

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find the complete story on AO3 (37k, 32 chapters), or follow it through the 2022 writers month prompts:

promise | chance | gold | melody / heart | castle | popular |  heat / echo / kiss | swim | leak | knot | wild | comfort | shadows | ice | bridge | bubble | jealous | pain | horror |  dream  | bow  |  lips | scream | silk | sugar | loud | bond | rainbow (part one) | rainbow (part two)

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The iPod hasn’t even hit the ground before he’s forgotten about it, though he’s sure he’ll never get the chorus of “Charley’s Girl” out of his head again. Ever.

Because there is a freaking bird standing on his desk like that’s normal—and, holy shit, there is something in its mouth.  It brings back memories to see that—none of them pleasant ones.

He doesn’t pray.

He never prays—it is a bad habit, as far as he is concerned, this business of making promises, asking for something with no understanding of what the price will be—but he thinks about it, for the first time in more years than most people would believe.

(But the Blue Fairy couldn’t save him then, and she sure as shit can’t save him now.)

He doesn’t pray—or plead, or bargain—not even in his own mind—because he already knows: The curse.

Emma.

It’s done.

“Broken.”

[isabelcanasauthor]

Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.

—Ira Glass

[bazzybelle]

Was curious about the Dreamling explosion and when it started on AO3, and shout-out to the 4 lonely fics from like 2003-2010. Bet those writers didn't see this coming, but I like to imagine them being hype as hell watching it unfold.

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

Did you hit your Nano goal this year? Do you now have a draft waiting to be edited? A story that needs fleshing out?

I am pleased to announce that I am now offering my editing and story consulting services to you, the lovely folks of Tumblr! If you've always dreamed of publishing a novel, but feel you need an extra set of helping hands or eyes to get you there, mine are keen and willing to give you that push.

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BA and MA in English and Creative Writing with a focus in fiction, screenwriting, and poetry.

You can view some of my writing advice as well as my own writing.

I work with each client to tailor the editing experience to their specific needs.

I've been a voracious reader all my life, and writing since I was eight years old. I have the unique perspective of both writer and audience, and I'm passionate about developing stories to their full potential.

Shoot me an ask/DM for more information! 🖤🥀

[honestlytrulycompletelysteady]

• the school of extraordinary lovers by @aliensingucci | 191k

• PROMETHEUS RISING by @mercurial-madhouse | 5k

• Love After the End of the World by @mercurial-madhouse | 162k

• Golden by @sunshineandhisrainbows | 128k

• Say Hallelujah Say Goodnight by @alivingfire | 110k

• Harry Styles Cooks... by @magicalrocketships | 61k

• Love Is a Winning Game by @all-these-larrythings | 47k

• here comes the sun (little darling) by @nobodymoves | 45k

• The Stars Look Very Different Today by @kingsofeverything | 43k

• there now, steady love (so few come and don't go) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed | 42k

• Missed Connection by @littlelouishiccups | 39k

• Say It Back by @quelsentiment | 39k

• Don't Go In The Woods by @harryeatsburger | 39k

• In Your Black Heart (Is Where You'll Find Me) by @graceling-in-a-suit | 35k

• Rub Me the Right Way by @kingsofeverything | 3k

• As You Wish by @kingsofeverything | 25k

• where sirens fear to tread by @aliensingucci | 28k

• Where the World has Come Together by @londonfoginacup | 26k

• learned to lose you (can't afford to) by @lt2soon | 23k

• With the ghost of Lou by @sun-tomato | 19k

• Thought The Song Was Sung by @100percentsassy | 12k

• Stuck In The Middle With You by @greenfeelings | 11k

• Worth the Wait by @all-these-larrythings | 10k

• serve me up a little hope on the rocks by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed | 10k

• Crystal Fighters by @loveloveolivia | 9k

• All I know is I'm in trouble ('cause the atmosphere's so cold) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed | 8k

• I Won't Let You Forget by @graceling-in-a-suit | 7k

• Are We Destined to Burn (Or Will We Last the Night?) by by @fallinglikethis | 6k

• Impress Me by @lightwoodsmagic | 5k

• Somethin' Old and Red by @absoloutenonsense | 5k

• Our Garden Grows by @londonfoginacup | 5k

• you and I love like it's a secret by@so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed | 4k

• Souperhero by @londonfoginacup | 4k

• Let's Raise a Cup by @louandhazaf | 4k

• Threadfinder Threadwinder by @londonfoginacup | 4k

• Been Waitin' (After Weekend After Weekend After) by @absoloutenonsense | 3k

• Staring At The Blank Page Before You by @loveislarryislove | 2k

• Your Heart Is the Biggest Gift You Can Give Anyone by @fallinglikethis | 1k

• Cursing the Daylight by @londonfoginacup | 1k

• Falling For You by @louandhazaf | 1k

[arabaka]

once again, feeling lonely on this site. it's devastating to see my works (Reigen's particularly) under 20 notes while others get above 100s. sighs. can't do anything about it but hope im good enough. i just feel like shit.

i don't want to sound entitled but. man does it sucks to feel unwanted. its like when i left all over again.

ok I feel like a fool and I'm better again :'))) ty everyone for reaching out and helping me shoo the nasty feelings away!!!! much love

[reiverreturns]

this 🤏 close to finishing this bobnix sequel to first draft, thoughts and prayers for my writing time tomorrow i've had this wip sitting around since JULY TWENTY TWENTY THREE

[thenewsarahjane]

Happy Jewish American Heritage Month! Support your local Jewish author by purchasing, rating, and reviewing my book 💙 https://linktr.ee/sarahjanesinger

[naruhinamain]

your favorite content from them: Love Is Not A Cage

your favorite content from them: A Little Fluff for the Fall

your favorite content from them: I See You

your favorite content from them: Snow White

your favorite content from them: I See You "I will forever love your beautiful words!"

your favorite content from them: Love is not a cage, A little fluff for the fall, I see you "You're absolutely a wonderful writer and I have enjoyed a lot of your stories! Thank you so much for sharing all your incredible works! I will always look forward to your updates!"

LINKS: TUMBLR || AO3 || FF.NET @nightowl27-writer

[poetsandwriters]

Will Alexander, author of Divine Blue Light: For John Coltrane (City Lights Publishers, 2022), in the latest installment of “Ten Questions.”

[pritamandginsbergsgarden]

from collected poems by John Berger

[blackacre13]

november is almost over! how’s nanowriting going?

Ahh thank you for asking, anon! I am somehow shocked and over the moon to be able to announce that I met 50k on Monday/the 28th and am officially a nanowrimo “winner”!

Overall, I’m really surprised and proud of myself for sticking with it and I am already vowing to do it next year and possibly camp nano in the spring (where you set your own goal). I’m also toying with the idea of using it for some fanfic motivation to get back to full length fics possibly!

But it went really well! I went in with a very different mindset to my usual writing goals and said this is about quantity not quality. (Which. Ooooof. That was hard) and I told myself to just write what I could each day whether that was over or under the daily goal I would need and to go in whatever order I was inspired to. I only got stuck a couple times. I only skipped one day. And I finished two days early! My “novel” isn’t finished, but it’s definitely the bulk of the way there. I’m going to allow myself a break for a bit, get caught up and back in the swing of prompts, and then I will start massaging it into chronological order, editing, wrapping up and seeing where we go from there! I would love to turn it into a workable manuscript to query but we shall see✨❤️

I so so appreciate all the support from y’all. Felt like I had an army of future readers (no pressure) to make proud and hopefully I did!

[ghostwise]

2022 Writing Summary 🖊️🗒️✨

This year was an interesting one for writing and I am so excited bc I tackled a few different projects in 2022!

- I worked on for suffering is such a part pretty much daily from December, finally finishing it in April with a total of 51,575 words!

- In April, feeling pretty burnt out on writing, I did some fluffy AU pieces (huapangos de arlathvhen) as well as aloe, elfroot, and the flood (which will probably be rewritten, but remains as an attempt to write a DAO-era Crestwood fic).

- In May I busied myself writing original fiction and firing off some submissions to literary magazines. I am still working on a way to bring original fiction to an audience, but for now I just don’t feel very comfortable sharing it here. Stay tuned, though!

- In June I got into Wayfarer and challenged myself to develop a character by writing 30 micro fics. This got me writing pretty consistently, and I collected all those pieces in lovesong of the buzzard.

- Closed the year with a fic I wrote for the Wayfarer Exchange, there’s a flame that burns out at sea, and also planning for Quinta de Talpa and other original projects.

I’m looking forward to what 2023 will bring. 💖

January

Zevran tried to picture Hamal’s face without any of the vallaslin, but found that he couldn’t. The blood writing was such an important part of his Warden. He knew that Hamal was fiercely proud of them. Now he knew why.

He smiled at Mathuin, feeling that they must have shared the story both for Cammen’s benefit as well as for his.

February

Every time he made a mistake it was like this: Somewhere in the deepest parts of his id existed a small thought that Hamal might not want him once he realized that he was broken in a way that was permanent; not transient like the Blight, not as easily defeated as an Archdemon. Sometimes the thought was loud. Right now, however, he was able to confront the thought, because the fact was, Hamal had married him.

March

“And how are you?”

Zevran raised a brow and looked at him.

“Zevran. In the past few days you fought a sylvan, fractured a bone, hiked through the forest, fell through a ceiling, got a concussion—and that’s just the stuff I know about. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

April

Loneliness was a sharp barb that worked its way under his skin. He’d never felt it so keenly; it was agony, it eclipsed everything, every thought, every feeling, every past, present, or future, even his name.

May

Everyone here is so busy. His cousins now have titles and jobs and families. Even Petra is married and has children now.

Fortunately he doesn’t have time to dwell on it. The ocean peeks over the rise of a verdant hill and suddenly they’re there. Arlathvhen.

June

“What if I do not wish to go back?” Hamal asked. “What if I ask you to leave?”

“Then I suppose it’s just a question of what I should tell the others.” Zevran looked away with a shrug. “But it’ll have to be good; both to ensure that no one comes looking for you, and to clear me of any suspicion.”

Hamal let out a hint of a laugh at that—short, bitter, but a laugh all the same. The sound surprised him as much as it did Zevran.

July

Perhaps because of his desert childhood, it delights him at first. Rain is transformative, a sign of good things to come: the cacti flowering, the buried animals emerging from the dry earth.

(He once believed them to be resurrected; believed the whole world was a dead thing coming alive.)

But the rain in Rona is different. There is no transformation, no resurrection here.

August

Alassar steel cuts through the darkness, flashing as Refugio cuts his vocal chords. Just as quickly, Yuribia clamps a hand over the other one’s mouth and smothers her wings around him tightly, muffling his scream as she snaps his neck.

She and Refugio stand there for a moment, breathing heavily in the dark.

September

It’s a bad pain day. It swoops upon him like a vulture and pecks his back apart vertebrae by vertebrae.

Refugio slouches in his seat, each bump and pebble on the road sending painful little shockwaves through his back. He’s known Yuribia long enough that he doesn’t bother hiding it. She’s known him long enough that she doesn’t bother commenting.

October

Kit’s long hair hangs like a curtain, her legs draped over the backrest of the couch she currently occupies. Anyone else might look absurd lounging in such a manner, but she pulls it off; she just has an air of grace about her, on and off the stage.

Refugio smiles appreciatively, his eyes trailing from her pretty curls to the script in her hands.

November

The Amell mansion is big enough to house a haunting.

Renata has always suspected that she ought to have one of those, which is to say, the absence of one had been thus far conspicuous in her life; a thought in the back of her head all these many years, from Lothering to Kirkwall. Late at night in her family’s little farmhouse she’d think of it, paranoid of some specter that never was there. She just never had the time or the space for it.

December

“I imagine he wants what any man wants: His life, with a shred of hope, and a regular fuck. So he slit your throat! We are Crows! If we killed everyone who made an attempt on our life, we’d hunt ourselves to extinction.”

[kittytual]

reading my old writing is so weird bc months ago i used to think anything i made when i was 17 and under was Bad but now im reading it and like !!! ig i was so entrenched in perfectionism at one point that i failed to see that i did have skill at those ages, even if its still unpolished/outdated to my current writing style/standards

[eevvvaa]

Bed Sharing by @winchester-girl67​

Being With A Hunter by @avanatural​

2.a.m call by @inlovewithfictionalcharacters666​

[writtenbywds]

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