I Hope You Write (i Hope We Both Write)

i hope you write (i hope we both write)

In honor of asexual awareness week I have made more jars!! All ace identities are valid and deserve to be seen. I love my ace fam 🖤🤍💜

Asexual

Aroace | Gray Ace | Fraysexual

Lithosexual | Reciprosexual | Cupiosexual

Orchidsexual | Aceflux | Quoisexual

Some of the colors aren’t the best, but I did what I could. If anyone has any requests for other ace spec flags in jars for this week, shoot me an ask! My only limits are complexity - I’m truly sorry to my demi siblings. Triangles are too hard.

Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from motivation to work on their WIPs.

Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.

I’m afraid

farewell nano!

whoops i missed week 3! it was a little sporadic but had some good days in there. i worked through the last of the prewritten scenes from bitter & sweet and wrote a bit of poetry as a last shout of the day to keep up my streek

week 4 started slow (depressive episode caught me) but picked up towards the end. i fell in love with a new baby from the one series of writings that got very little attention (not my magical destiny my beloved) and wrote almost 3,000 words for them, smashing through a good chunk of my goal right as nano ended

i am so happy with my nano experience. it was so great to write consistently (with only a little fudging of the numbers. spending a week with family almost kind of missed three days but shhh) and I'm very proud of myself for pushing through. i didn't hit the goal (not even close, really) but i beat my expectations! hopefully I'll be able to keep it up and have a solid narrative plan for the next one. here's to keeping this up through december!

Total words written: 15,797/50,000

Average daily word count: 509

Snippet: Aforementioned new blorbo (Sofia) at Kodi's apartment narratively before nmmd

Eventually, we moved to my sofa. It was blue and well-loved. I had picked it up off the side of the road when I moved into my apartment. Taking its fraying cushion covers as a sign, I stripped and replaced the fabric with my own taste. It served the dual purpose of fitting my living and dining room better and removing the stink imparted from one too many nights on the street. I sat against the arm and Sofia was cross-legged in the middle, a throw pillow in his lap. It was pitch black by the time either of us thought to check the clock. “Care to stay for dinner?” I offered, seeing that it was now past 8 o’clock. “I have leftover beans from last night and a few too many packets of tortillas.”