Oh My Gosh, Uh. HARD SAME In Terms Of Missing Having A Writing Community. I've Been Trying To Find It

Oh my gosh, uh. HARD SAME in terms of missing having a writing community. I've been trying to find it again, but the lack of interaction here makes it pretty challenging. :/

I'm not an indie author, mainly because I self-published TTRPGs for 14 years and am Over It, and am currently slogging through querying agents for my first queer romance novel.

However:

I'm Real Fuckin' Gay (trans nb + ace demi + bi)

The novel I'm querying is queer af

Elevator pitch: "Community Witch is an unapologetically trope-y, cozy, and relationship-driven romance story about the healing from trauma, found family, and joyful queer relationships."

Also two of the 3 romantic leads have anxiety

Also also one of the romantic leads is demisexual

It's cozy contemporary fantasy with all kinds of mythological creatures

Currently I'm pretty active posting about WIPs, writing exercises, and side projects, including the sequel to the first book, which I'm currently editing, and has two Big Neurodivergent Big Gay protagonists who are complete dumbasses and I'm having so much fun with the characters, if not the actual editing

Book 1 characters (my art):

Book 2 dumbasses (also mine):

writers, listen up...

i've fallen out of touch with the writeblr community a lot in the past few years, and i want to rectify that. the community aspect was what made me fall in love with tumblr, and what improved my writing for the better.

the golden days of my writing were when i was highly active and engaged in this wonderful community, but life and work and the horrors of self publishing have overtaken my energy in the past year. however, i have been really struggling with original writing, and i want to get back into the community here.

that said...

you write fantasy with queer characters

are an indie author

post frequently about your wips (taglists are a bonus!)

are queer

are a very active and friendly writer

if any of these apply

please, please reblog and tell me about your wip. gush over it. infodump. characters and ships and worldbuilding and plot, i want it all! this is your invitation to be as selfishly indulgent as possible. let's make some new friends and restore some community!!

boosts appreciated!

I'm starting T in a couple days and have been experimenting with packing, and...

From a sensory perspective it's SO NICE and weirdly soothing

But packing outside the house while I'm still pre-T, holy fuck is my washroom anxiety through the fucking roof.

Like last night I was nearly in tears because I took my husband to the theater to celebrate our anniversary and a bunch of lazy straight people were lining up for the TWO all gender washrooms instead of walking downstairs, and they were all giving me funny looks as the only visibly trans person waiting to pee.

And then an usher came over and was reminding people that there are multi stall washrooms downstairs and most of the straight people decamped except for the lazy Boomer Karen in front of me who kept looking at me because now it was very obvious WHY I was waiting.

So now I'm crying in my kitchen because my husband wants us to go to the pool and I honestly wish I didn't ever have to think about gendered washrooms / change rooms again.

Snippet from my queer polyamorous romance novel, Community Witch - an unapologetically trope-y, cozy, and relationship-driven romance story about the healing from trauma, found family, and joyful queer relationships. (Looking to publish next year.) --- Aspen snorted. “What am I even going to do about tonight? I don’t know that it’s a date, but if it is… what do I do about coffee with Rav next week?”

Becks’ answering sigh was a mix of fond and exasperated. “First, it’s coffee, not a betrothal. Second, porque no los dos?”

“What?”

“It means ‘why not both’.”

“I know perfectly well what it means. But--”

Becks cut Aspen off. “You can date more than one person.”

Aspen scoffed. “I’m still not convinced I’m not too much of a disaster for one relationship, let alone two.”

“Look. Stop being a weirdo and go get dinner with the hot jock, okay?” Aspen heard Rachel yell something in the background, which Becks then repeated for Aspen’s benefit. “And send photos.”“I will not,” Aspen said firmly, then hung up.

It came to me in a dream

Where is my cat?

Fucking THIS

Writing is all fun and games until you have to describe a room.