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Keep it simple

Whenever I have trouble describing a particular scene, I try and simplify it for myself. It helps me get past the start of writer’s block so I can finish my draft.

I’m also starting to realize I don’t always need flowery language. It’s okay to write: she found him crouched in front of a crawl space.

I swear I was losing my mind earlier trying to write that in a poetic way when I didn’t have to.

Finally...October

I don't trust these untitled blogs that keep following me...

Harmony Eaglewood (one of my OC's)

I just realized something about her.

She's in the prime position to be the "pack leader" of the school; she comes from a prestigious family, has great magical ability, and has all the boys falling at her feet. But she's so wrapped up in making her family proud and upholding their legacy that she sort of skips over that High School drama phase.

So when the kids gang up on Sunny and tease her, Harmony is standing off to the side thinking about how she was placed in class Diamond (the best of the best) but is still going to have to deal with her overbearing mom who won't congratulate her for doing what was already expected of her. If anything, Harmony just obtained the bare minimum.

I woke up so late today, but I'm determined to have chapter two edited by the end of the weekend.

Hello friends it's been a while since I posted something ~ original ~ so have this rant writing i made in the midst of an existential crisis. Valeria POV btw.

The fragmented mirror shows her what she already knows. Broken pieces of herself scattered in a seemingly-tidy frame. A neat wrapping for her broken little pieces she can’t pick up and fix. What is the purpose of fixing such a broken mirror? It will never be the same again. It won’t show the same clear reflection again even if it was fixed. It’s permanently broken and it will never live up to its true purpose.

The tiara on her head feels heavier than ever. It’s a beautiful piece of jewelry, made to be lightweight and dainty, but right now it carries the weight of the world. She isn’t strong enough to carry the world or to carry the weight of the blood spilled by and on it. The beauty of it mocks her as she looks into the broken mirror. Nothing she does will ever justify her crown, her position, or the amount of respect she has simply by existing. Nothing about it was ever fair.

Magic swirls in her body, as warm as ever. It pulses inside her, ready to take on her command. Its loyalty is unwarranted, after everything. She gave it away, why would it still obey her? Why would it still warm her body? Why would it still heal her wounds? She will be the first to admit that she is nothing without her magic. It sticks to her blood, warm and steady and loyal, but she doesn’t deserve anything like that. Nothing she does will ever be enough to repay the things her magic has done for her. It’d kill and die for her, and she doesn’t deserve that kind of devotion from anyone or anything as strong as what’s in her blood.

Light gray eyes stare back at her, remorseful and confused. What is she, beyond a vessel for expectations and hopes of everyone around her? Is she nothing else beyond that? Does she have any greater purpose other than serving her kingdom?

It’s hard to say.

Perhaps it’s better to keep that thought to herself for now.

9 Lines, 9 People

Thanks @k--havok for the tag!

Rules: Share 9 Lines, then tag 9 people to do the same

Here's something from my Sunny Mage universe:

“There it is. Is it everything you imagined?” It was better. The castle rested on a floating slice of jagged rock. It had a multitude of towers, all with sharp points closing in at their peaks. From Sunny’s spot, the walls looked red. However, she wasn’t sure if that was the natural hue of the stone, or if it was an optical illusion from the blood moon painting everything red. Time would tell, she supposed. And when the time came, she could only hope for the opportunity to bask in the view from one of those lit-up windows.

I'll tag: @jamieanovels @dorthes @ryns-ramblings @harinawa @spuddlespud @late-to-the-fandom @daisyannewrites @awordchemist @the-finch-address and anyone else is welcome. Open tag.

9 Lines, 9 People

Thank you @saintedseraph for tagging me in this game!

Rules: Share 9 Lines, then tag 9 people to do the same

I'll be pulling from the latest chapter of Waking into Divinity. This section isn't grammatically correct in regards to the rest of the chapter, but that's ok in a first draft... I think. Also this is technically 10 lines, but one of those sentences is literally 1 word so...

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Their shopping trip had been quite fruitful--literally--as Casrath's new favorite food, watermelon, was on sale.

Rylie had cut it when they had gotten home, showing Casrath how to do so. He had leaned over their shoulder, his long hair brushing against the top of their back, his breaths caressing the top of their head--

Rylie shook their head to dislodge the memory. No. This was not helpful.

Still, Rylie could not quite stop thinking of the glowing smile Casrath had when he had tore into a slice of watermelon. How he had picked up a second slice and held it out to them, urging them to bite into the crunchy red fruit. Juice had streamed down their chin, much to Rylie's embarrassment.

But Casrath merely chuckled before swiping the mess away with the side of his thumb.

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I'll go ahead and soft tag: @jjm-blogspot @dogmomwrites @faelanvance @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @vsnotresponding @ceph-the-ghost-writer @writernopal @moondust-bard @aether-wasteland-s and an open tag for anyone who wants to participate!

Why did I just rewrite a sentence to make myself feel like I'm actually editing something....

My authorial intent is to tell a cool and exciting story.

If my cool and exciting story makes you want to abandon your morals and commit evil acts, that's your problem, not mine.

status: currently obsessing over the right opening line

OC Questions Tag

Thanks @veneritia for the tag!

I'll do my main character, Sunny, for this one.

5 words to physically describe your oc

Powerhouse who needs a hug

who inspired your oc?

Characters I grew up watching like Marceline (from Adventure Time) and Catra. The kind of characters who have these dark backstories and latent trauma that makes things difficult for them. I like seeing where their story takes them when they finally have the strength to address their past.

give me a song to define your oc

Lonely Go! by Brian the Sun

if i met your oc on the street how would they greet me?

If you're close friends with her she'd tackle you into a hug. If you're a stranger, she'll show you the magic she's learning or vent about her day.

can your oc be your best friend? why?

No way. As an introvert, I've already been adopted by enough extroverts.

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your oc

The bubbly mage

Tagging: @dorthes @on-noon

Hospitals.

Sunny yanked Harmony’s privacy curtain open. “Is that really necessary?” “Yes. It’s bad enough I got tangled up in your shenanigans, I deserve privacy.” “My shenanigans? You followed me.” “Idiots need constant supervision. There’s no telling what could’ve happened if I left you alone down there.” “Is that your tsundere way of saying you were worried about me?”

Just a snippet in honor of finishing up the first draft of this short story project.

Tag List: @writeblrsupport @k--havok @harinawa @myhusbandsasemni @athenswrites

If you see this it is a sign to add me to your tag lists and/or tag me in writeblr games. I love content and I want to consume MORE and interact with it.

If you interact/reblog this, let me know if YOU want to be added to tag lists or be tagged in tag games! Or if you want to get blorbo blursday (OC Thursday) asks!

I need more people to interact with! I know I follow a bunch of people (and a bunch of people follow me), but I have no clue who is willing to play games with me :(

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

I can't wait to lock myself in my room and watch Halloween movies next month.

Finishing up the penultimate scene on this lovely rainy afternoon.

One more scene to write and my first draft is done!! Then it’s on to editing and a beta reader search 🙌🏾

“Apricot Sprites” found in the cross sections of a fruit tree by Daniel

Why is it so hard to come up with a good chapter name?

Outsiders with latent trauma create a found family with one another.

Can you introduce your WIP in one sentence?

Whenever I read an angsty scene I get these chaotic butterflies in my stomach, and I love it.

Find the vibe tag

Thanks @k--havok for the tag! My vibe was How could you?

The stone was floating at the apex of the wendigo’s antlers. Sunny took a deep breath to calm her nerves then unlaced her ankles and used her grip on the base of its antlers to pull herself up. It dipped its chin forward to dislodge her but she was ready. Sunny dug her heels into its shoulders and tightened her grip on its antlers to keep from lurching forward. Then, she reached up and yanked the stone out.

The wendigo snapped it’s head back. Sunny lost her grip and fell backwards into the dirt at Harmony’s feet with the stone cradled in her chest. The wendigo started wailing and rammed its antlers into a nearby stalagmite over and over again.

Harmony slowly approached it with her hands lifted up. “Five, it’s okay. You’re fine, everything’s fine.”

Sunny did a double take. “You named it?”

That was a snippet from my short story project based in the Sunny Mage universe.

I’ll be tagging @dogmomwrites @dorthes @faelanvance and anyone else who wants to join. Your vibe will be, Hold on, they’re kinda…