What Always Amazes Me About Writing Is How A Few Words Can Make Such A Big Difference.

What always amazes me about writing is how a few words can make such a big difference.

I was writing dialogue about how one character met another and the original, “She saw me sitting by myself in the dining hall one day and came to speak to me. We’ve been best friends ever since” is fine but then I added “Actually, she wouldn’t let me not speak to her” before the last sentence and it baffles me how a few more words gave my dialogue so much more personality and made it so much more fun to read.

Writing seriously feels like real life magic.

I really fooled y’all. Only 5.3% voted for the correct answer, which is Daron has killed someone (at least she hasn’t yet). She’s the type of person who doesn’t like violence and will try every other method to solve a problem before stabbing. I commend everyone who got it!

Two Truths and a Lie

Thanks for tagging me @i-can-even-burn-salad. This one seems really fun!

I’ll just leave an open tag because I’m sure everyone is sick of me tagging them every day.

Rules: set a 24 hour poll for two truths and one lie about an OC.

I’m making this about my main character, Daron. This is so unhinged hehe. Okay, which is the lie?

For this week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt

I’ve been waiting for an excuse to write something like this even though I don’t know how it’ll fit into my wip

Daron, who was normally very punctual, had completely lost track of time. She felt as though she had been in the dressing room for ages, sitting still as the maids brush glitter over her eyelids and cheeks. As they braided the hair she grew down to her knees to display the white streak—the mark of her clan—so it couldn’t be seen. As they did their best to make her look like a human.

Daron held back a sigh. She had always given everything she could for her clan, but now she was responsible for more than them. Going through with this ball—and further down the line, marriage—would end the centuries-long silence between humans and witches.

Just as the maid finished tucking away the last strand of her hair, someone rapped at the door.

“The prince ordered these be delivered to Lady Daron,” said the servant on the other side.

Daron saw her glimpse into the room, then quickly skirt away as their eyes met. Daron turned her gaze back to the chest being brought into the room, unaffected. It made perfect sense to her that the humans in the palace were eager to catch a glimpse of their soon-to-be witch princess before her introduction ball. It was simpler to judge if she was a threat to their kingdom or not when she was nearly alone and not yet done up in jewels and smiles.

Speaking of jewels, that was what was in the chest her betrothed sent to her. Necklaces, bracelets, and brooches, all stacked on one another. They glittered and glinted and were completely useless.

Daron rolled her eyes. She had told Prince James months ago when he first gave her a chest of jewels that she didn’t want nor need them. She disliked the way they had no real purpose other than to obscure a person’s beauty, unlike the jewels witches created to work magic. But she did not want to come off as ungrateful, so she sorted through them.

“Take any you want,” one of the maids said. “They’re all for you.”

As Daron trifled through the box, she figured that Prince James must have picked these jewels out with her in mind. They were much more toned down than his first gift, and came in colors she was more likely to wear. At least there was one light in this situation. Against her will, Daron had ended up adoring her human prince.

Daron’s gloved hands came upon a single sapphire, as large as her thumb, hanging on a chain. This one. She always wore some sort of blue on her as it was one of her clan colors, but she had no say when the maids dressed her in white—James had told her it was tradition. Daron clasped the accessory around her neck, admiring in a mirror how it stood out so much against the white.

If the humans needed comfort, then fine, she would let them tie her hair up in a way that hid her heritage and flaunt her around in “pure” colors. She would do what it took to unite humans and witches, but that didn’t mean she would completely forsake her clan. They would always come first.

Daron shut the lid to the chest and stood. She had been pampered in this room for far too long.

“Nothing else?” the maid asked, eyebrows raised.

“No, nothing else.”

Daron picked up her skirts and left the room. She was going to make a grand entrance, charm the courtiers, and dance waltz after waltz with her betrothed the way the queen taught her. And she was going to do it all perfectly.

I JUST SAW DAVEED DIGGS IN THE FLESH

Suzanne collins wrote a trilogy where a main media propaganda strategy was to market a horrific act of violence as a love story to distract ppl and then it got adapted into a box office breaking movie and ppl made it all about the love triangle. so then since they didn’t get the point the first time Suzanne collins wrote a prequel story about the main dictator and she makes it so that you as a reader want it to be a genuine love story so badly even tho it’s so very clearly not and instead feels extremely unsettling to make her point even more meta which then gets adapted into another box office breaking film and now ppl are making romantic snowbaird tik toks. do u think she’s gonna write another book that’s somehow even more blatant or just give up and start executing ppl? hard to say but I wouldn’t blame her for the second one

Spring break just started! Time to not get some writing done