#writingwednesdays

[misspoken-mistaken]

Tough

There you go, girl. Going, going, going. Falling and skinning your knee. Watching it bleed down your leg. Waiting for scar tissue to cover you up so the next fall isn’t so shocking. I see you, girl. You’re tough. You’re hard on the outside, and even harder on the inside. And what for? Because no one showed you any softness. Or at least, you didn’t see the softness landing on you. The tenderness…

[epicmiscellaneousponderings]

Update, Some New Goals!

Hey everyone!

I’ve been reflecting on how to improve the consistency and quality of the content I share with you all, and I’ve decided it’s time to shake things up a little! Starting in 2025, I’m really going to focus on sticking to a schedule that works for me, and hopefully, for you too.

First things first: I’m going to keep Miscellaneous Media Moments on random Mondays, so you can still expect that fun, surprise content every now and then. 

As for Thirteen Thursday Thoughts—after giving it some thought, I’ve decided to pause it for now. It’s been fun, but I want to try something different for a bit.

Now, here’s the exciting part: Five-Hundred Fantasy Fridays are officially happening! I’m starting a reading challenge, where I aim to read 500 books in the fantasy genre. Why fantasy, you ask? It’s a genre I’m passionate about, and it’s one I love to write in! 

But that’s not all! I’m also introducing Writing Wednesday. On Wednesdays I hope to share a little something from one of my many works in progress. Whether it's a writing snippet, character development, or just some musings on the writing process, I’ll be giving you a glimpse behind the curtain as I work on my stories. It’s a great way to stay connected with my creative journey, and I’d love for you to be a part of it!

I’m excited for this new chapter and hope you are too. I’ll be sharing regular updates on my reading challenge, my writing progress, and maybe some behind-the-scenes as I explore this process. If you’ve got any book recommendations, writing tips, or just want to chat about all things creative, drop me a comment. Let’s read, write, and grow together!

Thanks for being part of the journey!

[samanthalnasset]

Been a while since I did a #writingwednesday post. Here's a snippet I was working on revising last night for Save Her Soul. Hope yall enjoy.

[stochastique-blog]

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[dlcroisette]

#writingtips #29 Oh don't we all have these days.  You can see so clearly the picture of a scene in your mind.  It's a masterpiece.  You rush to write it down.  And out comes... mush.⁣ ⁣ You've seen the memes.⁣ ⁣ It happens to all of us.  Ahem, much more than we'd like to admit. ⁣ ⁣ It's an unfortunate reality, not everything that pours out of your magical fingers is going to be perfect.  But you know what I am going to say - practice makes perfect. ⁣ ⁣ The violinist doesn't get those perfect notes in that recording without hours and hours of practicing, going over and over the notes until they are...well...perfect.  ⁣ ⁣ Keep going over your scene, rewrite, remove, start over, get feedback, ask for help, read someone else's scene. Make it perfect.⁣ ⁣ ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣#writingwednesday #writingwednesdays #wednesdaywisdom #wednesdaymotivation #wednesdayquotes #wednesdaywisdom✨ #writingcommunity #writingcommunityofinstagram #writinginspiration #writingtip #writingtips✏️ #writingtipsandtricks #writerslife #writerslifeforme #amwriting #writerswrite #writersofinstagram #writing #wattpad #wattpadbooks #wattpadauthor #rubyredromances ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ https://www.instagram.com/p/CDOjSVVgZ1Y/?igshid=1lsqccd6p5cfn

[eliraskin]

Procrastination.

I’ve been taking these past few weeks to organize everything. Everything. My laptop files (from word documents to jpegs and apps), my social media platforms, my in life material items and files, my year, as well as my daughter’s curriculum. I’ve been the most productive and busy I have ever been (and I once took 5 classes as well as worked two part time). So it was a bit of a laugh when I…

[deathbecomesnerds]

“Services Rendered” -- Raymond/Astrid

ANGST. PURE ANGST. Also some out of character decisions for Raymond. 

This is my contribution for this week’s #WriterWednesday. 

Thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog​ and @clydesducktape​ for keeping this train rolling.

The men sat in the library, speaking to one another and off in the distance behind closed doors, Raymond could hear Astrid and Ros laughing with the guests while waiting for the business to be done.

“...so, do we have a deal?” Mickey asked the thin Italian man sitting across from him and Ray.

The man hummed “One more thing,” he said with a sly smile before turning to Ray “A night alone with your missus.” he said.

“You can’t be serious!” Ray growled, while Mickey rested a hand on his arm.

Mickey huffed as he looked back at him and forced a smile “What does she have to do with our business, Mr. Donofrio?” he asked.

He shrugged “A gesture of good faith.” he said.

Ray shook his head, there was no way he was going to let this sleazy con artists put a hand on Astrid. His Star. The Love of his Life. Besides, she was too faithful of a wife to sleep with some random guy doing business with Mickey!

Mickey grumbled, he wanted this business done now as he leaned over to Ray “We can hand Astrid over, doesn’t mean she’s gonna sleep with him. She can handle herself. Besides--she’ll use any excuse to kick the shit out of somebody.” Mickey whispered to Ray.

Ray growled as he stared at Luca Donofrio. He wasn’t going to use his wife as a bartering chip for one of Mickey’s deals--would Mickey have said such nonsense if it was Rosalind who was being called upon? Ros would beat him and Donofrio to bits if she did.

I could give her my gun. She can shoot him and then the problem is solved--granted, Mickey will have to find other business, but Astrid stays my pure little honey bee. Ray thought to himself, gripping tightly to his pants before finally nodding and standing up from his seat to leave the room.

Ray slammed the door behind him, walking up towards Astrid and grabbed under her arm before dragging her away from the conversation and into a tiny hideaway room as she yelled at him to let her go.

“You’re gonna go with him,” he said firmly.

“What?” Astrid asked, confused.

Ray huffed “Luca Donofrio. He wants some time alone with you, my love,” he said before grabbing his gun from behind his pants and handing it to her “You shoot him if he puts a hand on you, do you understand me?”

Astrid looked at him aghast “So you’re just gonna pimp me out to some weird Italian!?” she argued.

“You do this one thing, and I will take you wherever you want to go, do whatever you want...fuck--I’ll even let you beat the ever-living shit out of me. Mickey wants this business deal to go through. Please.” Ray practically begged her.

Astrid’s nostrils flared as she looked at her husband “I should just sleep with him to get back at you, you son of a bitch!” she said, grabbing his gun with one and while riding up the skirt of her gown with the other to strategically place the gun in between her stockings and garter belt.

“I love you,” Ray said firmly.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do.” Astrid hissed as she walked away.

She disappeared into the crowd, and Ray watched broken heartedly before retrieving back to the office where Mickey and Luca waited for him to return; Ray nodded at Mickey who smiled in return before looking back over at Luca.

“Consider it a deal,” he said.

In the early morning hours, as the sun rose, Ray sat in the living room waiting for Astrid to return home.

He didn’t change out of his suit and would occasionally check on Enniss out of boredom and nerves while he waited.

Just as the clock struck 5:30, the front door gently opened and closed while the faint heeled steps of Astrid Smith echoed down the foyer and into the living room where he waited.

Ray met her gaze; her hair was disheveled, make-up smeared, and her dress was slightly torn at the slit. He couldn't stop himself from thinking horrid things when Astrid took a step closer and threw her clutch on the couch in front of her.

“He’s gay.” She finally said.

Ray turned his head, slightly perplexed “What?”

“He’s fucking gay, Raymond…”

Astrid walked around the couch and glared at her husband “He wanted to spend all night with me to discuss how ‘unbelievably fucking hot’ you are.” She remarked “So I spent all night telling him in excruciating detail our sex life. It was the best smut he ever heard in his life and he will finalize the deal with Mickey later this morning, I will be getting a retainer for services rendered, and you will apologize to me after I do what needs to be done!” She lectured.

“Which is…?”

Astrid immediately clocked him square in the jaw, she cried out in pain as she broke her hand against his jawline while Ray loudly groaned into the couch cushion. The couple sat in their pain for a moment before Ray finally composed himself and looked back up at Astrid as tears fell down her cheek from the pain.

“How could you fucking do that to me!?” she whispered in anger “I’m your wife! I deserve better than to be handed off to whichever business partner Mickey has brewing.” she hissed at him, her anger so bad that Ray wanted to die--why did he do this to her?

Ray reached out for her but she shooed his hands away “You don’t get to touch me ever!” she yelled.

“My love!” Ray called out to her.

Astrid shook her head “You get to live with the guilt of what you did. Even if nothing happened, the fact that you even allowed to let it happen…” she trailed off, tears welling up in her eyes “I’m taking Enniss and I’m going to stay with my dad,” she finally said firmly.

“For how long?” Ray asked her, his voice cracking.

“For however long it takes for me to look at your face without wanting to punch it.” Astrid said before backing away from him and leaving the living room and Ray alone with his thoughts.  

Ray closed his eyes, giving himself a moment to compose himself again. He never liked it when him and Astrid fought--it never ended well.

[ohtheplacesblog]

Miracles do happen. I'm sitting outside writing y'all. The birds was like, what are you doing out here? LOL #writingWednesday #BondingWithNature #writing #creativity #CreativeWriting #writercommunity #communityofwriters #writersofcolor https://www.instagram.com/p/CQM9pIQBUr-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[itslmdee]

Flash Fiction: Just a Bit of Cloth

“Just wear it,” her brother says, unable to understand her reluctance. “It’s just a bit of cloth.”

“I don’t want to,” she says tearfully.

“It’s for the public good!” He gives her a sympathetic look. “It is for your own safety.”

It’s a symbol of oppression and control. She protested but the protest did nothing, not when so many citizens welcomed the law. Now she must cover up or face punishment and public shaming.

“Maybe it won’t be forever,” he says, exasperated. “Now put it on.”

Amaya puts on the headscarf before she leaves the house. The revolution which overthrew the monarchy did not make her free.

Note: since the 1979 Islamic Revolution, the hijab has become compulsory in Iran. Women are required to wear loose-fitting clothing and a headscarf in public to this day. Mandatory covering laws are never fleeting.

[furbysandfursuits]

PROJECT PINK EYES

A recently declassified document regarding the use of anthros in the war on communism. 

https://www.patreon.com/posts/34376631

[krrw2020]

If we visualize a story as a line of dominoes, we can envision the Midpoint as a turn in the domino design. The line of reactions from the First Half of the Second Act finally whacks into that domino at the turn--and begins a whole new line of falling dominoes. #writetip

If we visualize a story as a line of dominoes, we can envision the Midpoint as a turn in the domino design. The line of reactions from the First Half of the Second Act finally whacks into that domino at the turn--and begins a whole new line of falling dominoes. #writetip

[samanthalnasset]

Am I doing my #writingwednesday post past midnight? Maybe. Brain fog is not a friend to time. XD

Hope yall enjoy the snippet from the chapter I'm revising tonight.

[bkluger-blog]

Old Books by Forage Candle Co. - $22 on Amazon.com

Leather Book Bindings

Aged Paper

Intrigue

We lit this for our writer’s room - it’s a pretty subtle scent for the large room.  Definitely has a leather smell.  Not entirely won over by it, but we were intrigued?  

We got it on Monday, and by #writingwednesday it was about 2/3′s done.  It’s an 8oz candle.  

[dlcroisette]

#writingtip #50 The quote continues with “- a writer is a professional observer." And she doesn't just mean the world right in front of you. Although that is a great source of inspiration. Have you ever been stuck waiting somewhere and start making up stories with the people around you as characters? Giving them back stories? A reason for being there? A future? Observing the world around you and asking questions? Why is she wearing that green bow in her hair? Why is he so nervous? Why are they not talking to each other? Trying to understand. Do you have friends who can't fathom how you can write a story? Say they could never come up with an idea? I'd bet they aren't watching the world around them. Is this you? Do you pay attention to the world? #writingwednesday #writingwednesdays #writingtips #writinginspiration #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writersconnection #writersclub #writingtips✏️ #writingtipsandtricks #writingcommunityofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writewritewrite #writedreambelieve #writersofig #writersden #writers_den_ #writersnetwork #writersoninstagram #writerssociety https://www.instagram.com/p/CJtT2jKgP8H/?igshid=nkkcdl7qim4d

[minus1digit]

A glimpse into a #WIP that is currently on the back burner. This is from the Character Creation Codex, which is a rulebook for my #TTRPG, Blood & Bones...[[|:-) #WritingWednesday #WritingCommunity #rulebook #indieauthor #tabletopgames #IWroteThis #minus1digit You can see a better version of it on my Twitter feed (at)minus1digit1 https://www.instagram.com/p/B6y4wfuhACC/?igshid=osxl8jsfs5l1

[thecl0wnwars]

Catastrophe

Shiny, silver, and hinting at catastrophe, the barrel of the gun presses into my forehead - my own gun in fact. How I got myself into this mess I can hardly fathom, although, the WANTED posters might have something to do with it, stuck to every flat surface and spare window in the country, being Public Enemy N.O #1 has never been easy.

"Well, well, well," my assailant sneers, voice cold and greasy hair hiding behind the protection of my revolver, "how the tables have turned." And he's not wrong, for the past six months since becoming the face of the gangster movement I've managed to evade apprehension, leaving a bloody trail of cops in my wake, up until now, that is.

"Alright bull, ease up," I swiftly mask my unease and force myself to crack the plainclothes copper a grin, "You got me, no need for threats, and with my own gat at that!"

Annoyed and pointer finger dancing over the trigger, he impatiently butts my head with the barrel again, jolting my noggin back, "Shut your trap, Hartley. You're going to the can."

I can only snort in reply, the big house has never been a threat to me. Imprisoned twelve times and escaped ten, I'm sure I'll find a way out again, I always do. And the bull seems to realize this the same time I do as his face hardens.

"They're gonna clip ya', Johnny. You've been glomming all the big banks for too long. How long did you reckon you coulda' gone on with this anyway, eh? You remove your fingertips and rearrange your mug, but you had ta' know we'd always catch up with you."

"I dunno about that, uhh..." I trail off, tilting my head ever-so-slightly to peek the copper's name on the scratched and weather-worn leather wallet-ID he still holds up to me, "Franklin Porter. You know I gotta' knack for getting outta' this kinda shit." But even as the words leave my mouth, I can't help but think that this might be the end for me. Standing in the middle of a speakeasy, I have no backup, no other weapons. Perhaps I really am off to the big house.

Ten years doing what I do, bootlegging and robbing and evading the authorities at all costs, and this is how my legacy ends? That just won't do.

And so, in a quick burst of movements, I aim my knee into the pig's groin and send him toppling over. As he falls back, his finger grazes the trigger with just enough pressure to fire a shot and suddenly I'm flying back as well, out cold the second my head hits the gritty floors.

I don't know how long I'm unconscious for but when I eventually come-to the bulls standing over me, revolver aligned dead centre with my forehead again. "There's backup on the way now, try anything and I'll blow your brains out, Johnny."

I know he's not kidding around, he and his men already got three of my boys in their witch-hunt for me, and so I slump further into the floor instead, surprisingly content with my defeat. Ten years of being on the run has been, well, pretty exhausting. I'm too old now, much more pleased to wait, fiery pain spreading across my chest with every breath as my life bleeds out of me, painting the white of my shirt like ink-stained parchment. I can almost smell the roses now, sweet and pungent as they're placed atop my coffin. And Franklins waving a hand just above my face. And there are the sirens in the background, shrill and piercing as the coppers approach. It’s a race to see who gets here first; death or fate. This is my catastrophe.