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Daily Writing Blog: October 16, 2024 Yesterday, I pulled myself out of a mini writing slump. I finished my outlining for the second part of my second draft, and wrote 188 words. I am at a total of 22,053 words for the entire manuscript.

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Daily Writing Blog: October 12-13, 2025 This weekend I went out of town and took a small break from writing. Saturday I did some scene planning, which has me excited to keep plotting for this next section of the book. Sunday, I didn't write at all. I didn't do much of anything and took the day to rest my brain from mental engagement. Sometimes, we need a day!

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Daily Writing Blog: October 11, 2025. Yesterday, I began to plot out the scenes for the first few chapters of the second part of my manuscript. I have really enjoyed this method of outlining that I have tried on this draft.

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Project: Talking Cat. Excerpt C.

There would be no point in struggling and sinking further until I came up with some great idea. For some time I relented to my fate.

The fae who passed me merely laughed and continued on. Narey a one stopped to help. Not until a fae walked out of the woods and laughed at me as well.

"Pity the wizard who can't fly," he said. Rowan. The tree he rested his hand on shed some leaves as they turned yellow.

"Hello Flaith."

"Hello wizard. Please, call me Rowan."

"Rowan," I grinned sweetly, "Are you here to mock me too?"

"No, I am here to fulfill my duty of changing the leaves with the change of the season. But I heard some laughter of a helpless wizard struggling in the mud. I thought there could be no other wizard in these parts but you. I came to see if my suspicion was right, and to have a laugh."

"And now you're here, you're right, and you've had your laugh. Maybe you are so pleased with yourself that you feel generous."

"Yes, wizard," he sighed, "I will help you out of the mud. And since I am so generous, I will give you a bargain."

"No."

"Fine, then rot in the mud."

"Wait! What is the deal?"

"For the directions I gave you yesterday and for ruining my nice boots to pull you out of the mud," he pondered, "I need your firstborn."

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Currently Reading: Catching Fire

I read the Hunger Games series when I was in middle school, now over ten years ago. Obsessed was one way to put how I felt about Katniss. When the movies came out, I made my mom learn how to braid hair just so I could have my hair in a braid like Katniss's. I wore my hair in that style daily for months.

With the release of the new prequels and their movie adaptations, I was thrilled to get back into one of my first deep interests. At first, I just read the prequels. But after reading Sunrise on the Reaping, I wanted to experience the trilogy afresh. It had been a decade after all.

In 24 years, I have never reread a novel before The Hunger Games. Honestly, I didn't realize how much I could forget about a book since reading it. I knew what was going to happen, but now I could read with intention. What I mean is that I am reading not as a reader, but as a writer.

Lately, when I read for pleasure, I try to understand not just what is happening on the page but also why the author crafted the novel the way they did.

I'm nearly done with Catching Fire. I've spent almost two books in Katniss's head. What I have learned from Suzanne Collins is how to explore a POV character's anxieties, self-doubts, and misjudgments. Since high school, I have said that I enjoy novels with unreliable narrators, but I never really understood why. Katniss was my first exposure to an unreliable narrator, and rereading revealed why I connected with her so deeply as a tween.

What made Katniss a compelling character for me to read is how she misreads others' intentions and underestimates herself. She had a lot more on her shoulders than I did when I was 16 and 17, but it was her emotional reaction that made her relatable and gave me a stake in rooting for her (aside from her saving Panem).

My overall takeaway from the series, as a writer, is to remember to focus on my characters' emotional reactions to what is happening around them, not just what they do. I think Collins does this wonderfully, and it's among the many reasons why her books are so popular.

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Daily Writing Blog: October 10, 2026 Yesterday I didn't write. I've hit a natural breakpoint in my draft and wanted to give myself some time to refresh before I start drafting again. So, instead, I began to plan the second part of my manuscript. I ended up with a loose outline for seven chapters. Today, I hope to outline some of those chapters!

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The Weight of Centuries: A Vampire’s Monologue

Listen. I know what you see when you look at me. A predator. A seducer. A creature of legend who’s learned to perform humanity so well that mortals mistake me for one of their own. And you’re right about some of it. But you don’t see what I actually am, what I’ve become after watching the world turn this many times around.

I’ve forgotten how many centuries now. Not because my memory fails, it doesn’t. The curse of immortality is memory that never dims, but because the count has become meaningless. Three hundred? Four? Five? What’s the difference between infinite and infinity-plus-one? It’s all just… on. An endless on that doesn’t resolve into anything resembling an ending.

People look at me and they see power. They see a man frozen in his prime, untouched by age, capable of things no mortal could accomplish. They imagine it as the ultimate fantasy: eternal youth, eternal strength, eternal time to master every skill, learn every language, accumulate every experience. They imagine me as a god.

But you know what a god fears? Obscurity. Irrelevance. The terror of discovering that eternity isn’t a reward, it’s a waiting room with no exit.

I was twenty-six when I died. That’s what I call it now, though at the time I thought it was resurrection. I was dying on a street in Constantinople in 1591, gut-spilling blood I didn’t have enough of, when someone, a woman whose name I never learned, though her face remains clearer than my own mother’s, offered me a different kind of ending. She called it a gift. She called it eternal life. She called it salvation.

I was bleeding to death. Of course I said yes.

What I didn’t understand then, what I couldn’t have understood because you can’t truly comprehend something you’ve never experienced, is that death has a function. Death is the period at the end of a sentence. Without it, you’re just… endlessly writing. The words lose meaning. The syntax collapses. There is no resolution, because resolution requires an ending.

I’ve watched empires rise and fall. I’ve seen technology advance from candlelight to electricity to the internet, each transformation promising that the world would never be the same. And then it changed, and humans adapted, and five years later they were complaining about the same fundamental issues: mortality, loneliness, the search for meaning.

I’ve loved genuinely loved. Women, and men, though after a few centuries the distinction feels quaint. Flesh is flesh, but soul recognizes soul. I tried, early on, to maintain relationships with humans. They seemed so vital, so alive in their hurrying toward death. There was an intensity to them, a brightness that felt like warmth compared to the hollow efficiency of other immortals.

There was a woman named Sophia in 1784. She was a painter, brilliant in the way only humans can be brilliant, feverish, desperate, driven by the knowledge that she had limited time to say what she needed to say with her hands. I watched her work for three years. I watched how she moved when inspiration caught her, how her eyes unfocused when she solved a visual problem in her mind, how her entire being seemed organized around the urgency of creation.

She was forty when she died. A simple infection. Nothing dramatic. Just the random cruelty that humans face every day: a cut on her hand festered, and within two weeks she was burning with fever, and then she was gone.

I watched her die. Held her hand while she struggled to breathe. And in that moment, I understood what I’d been refusing to acknowledge: loving a human is just postponed devastation. You know the ending. You watch them move toward it, and there’s nothing you can do but bear witness to the slow collapse of someone you’ve invested yourself in.

After Sophia, I stopped trying.

This is the thing about immortality that the stories never mention: it makes you calcified. You become harder over time, not through intention but through necessity. You have to, or else the constant loss would destroy you. So you develop armor, distance. You observe humans instead of connecting with them. You collect moments instead of living them. You protect yourself by refusing to be touched.

And the loneliness of that protection is absolute.

There are other immortals, of course. We tend to find each other, magnetized by the particular understanding that comes from shared eternity. But we’re all just mirrors of each other’s emptiness. We talk about strategy and power and the endless game of survival. We share blood, sometimes bodies, but we don’t share anything real, because we’ve all forgotten what real feels like.

The worst part? I still want to connect. Still catch myself in random moments wanting to talk to someone about something that matters. Still feel drawn to humans in their brightness, their chaos, their beautiful urgency. But I know how it ends. I know the connection will eventually be severed, and I’ll have to carry the weight of another dead person, another lost moment, another reason to make myself smaller and harder.

So I don’t let anyone close. I’ve become very good at appearing human while remaining completely removed from human experience. I move through the world like a shadow pretending to have substance. I’m present without being alive.

Do you know what I’ve learned about death, watching mortals approach it? It’s not the tragedy we immortals assume it is. Death gives humans the permission to matter. It forces them to choose what matters, because they only have so much time. It makes their love mean something because it won’t last forever. It makes their art significant because they won’t get infinite chances to create. It makes their choices real because the stakes are finite.

A human falls in love and it feels urgent because love will end, whether through death or lifespan divergence. A human creates art and the art feels essential because they won’t get infinite chances. A human speaks their truth and it resonates because they understand the cost of silence.

But me? I have infinite time. So nothing feels urgent. Creation feels pointless. Love feels like just another waiting room. I can say anything to anyone because there’s always more time, always another chance to say it differently. That infinite possibility paralyzes me.

Sometimes I wonder if this is Hell. Not the Hell of fire and torment, but something subtler: the Hell of having everything and wanting nothing, of infinite time and the sense that nothing matters. The Hell of being alive but unable to feel alive.

I’ve considered ending it. Many times. Walking into sunlight, or finding one of the other immortals who’ll do what needs doing. There are ways to die, even for someone like me. And sometimes the appeal, the promise of finally stopping, of having the endless on switch turned off, is almost unbearable.

But I don’t do it. And I hate myself for not doing it, because it would suggest I have courage, that I’ve made a conscious choice about my own existence. Instead, I’m just here. Persisting. Moving through time without moving toward anything.

I’ve learned that mortality isn’t a flaw in the human condition. It’s the essential feature that makes the human condition possible. You need an ending. You need stakes. You need to know your time is limited so that the time you have actually means something.

Without death, there’s no life. Just… existence. Existence without the possibility of ending is a slow version of dying anyway. Either way, you end up in the same place: gone, finished, released into whatever comes after.

Humans get the mercy of not knowing they’re dying until the moment comes. I’ve been dying for four hundred years, watching the slow loss of everything that made me me. And I’ll probably be dying for four hundred more.

This is what immortality buys you: the privilege of losing everything while still being conscious enough to recognize the loss. The curse of clarity about the absolute meaninglessness of a life without an ending. The terrible, inescapable knowledge that you’re not blessed. You’re just… stuck.

And the worst part? On some nights, when I catch the scent of human blood, when I see a woman with eyes like Sophia’s, when I feel that dangerous flicker of connection threatening to crack my armor, I still want to live. I still want to try again, despite knowing exactly how it will end. Still believe, in some small corner of myself that hasn’t calcified completely, that meaning might still be possible.

That hope is the cruelest curse of all.

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Daily Writing Blog: October 9, 2025 Reinstating my daily progress counter to celebrate finishing the part one (of four) of my second draft! Yesterday I had four writing sessions and wrote a total of 3,253 words, which takes silver for my record daily writing count! I hit a project total of 21,865 words, which is about 23% of my total project goal.

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“Raw” 🫀 POETRY REVEAL #2:

“Within” 🪡

Here is the second poem reveal from the fifth chapter, “Raw” 🫀 of my upcoming poetry collection, “ABSENT” 🤍

I really love this poem and am so upset that I cannot remember where I wrote it! It must have been my bedroom. I don’t know, but what I do remember is that the words were sent to me via some subconscious messenger. The words, as well as the title, came so naturally and I almost immediately felt it was significant.

The poem reads (at least to me) like all of the lines are describing what is happening inside of me; what it would look and feel like, if inside my body there was a room and I was able to explore it.

Aaah! Let me know what you all think. Otherwise, stay safe and happy reading 🫶🏼

this is evie ©️

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Key Vocabulary:

“ABSENT” 🤍 is the name of my debut, autobiographical poetry collection which will feature poetry from when I was 15-17 years old, detailing my experience as an adolescent.

“Raw” 🫀is the fifth thematic chapter in “ABSENT” 🤍 which will feature poetry from when I was 15 to 17 years old on the topics of identity, (not) belonging, and understanding the self.

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"This invitation is meant only for the changeling going by the alias of "Brielle Edarin" and her companion wizard. Sealed by Rowan, the Flaith of Foliage, All-Seasons Priest."

Last line from my current project!

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"If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all else: read a lot and write a lot."

–Stephen King, On Writing

King was not the first to say that writers need to read and write, and he won't be the last. The advice remains true. As writers, we should study and practice our craft if we expect to improve. You want your politicians to stay informed on breaking news. You want your doctor to remember the essentials of anatomy. We should afford ourselves the same scrutiny we put on others. That is the way of discipline.

Reading and writing can both be mentally exhausting, but I have found that doing either is akin to training for a long-distance run. You didn't start your bookworm journey by reading War and Peace, just as you would (and should) never try to run a marathon without ever going for a half-mile first. But with patience and perseverance, you can train yourself to dedicate more time each day to your craft.

You might have heard a popular piece of advice that you should write one sentence per day to get into the habit. I find this personally effective. I go through ebbs and flows of writing. I don't write every day. But when I want to get back into the flow, this is the advice I follow. I write just a couple words on some days, if I can manage, and soon enough, my flow becomes a stream and my couple of words become hundreds and sometimes thousands.

Reading is the same way. King says he has heard "I don't have time to read" too many times. He offers several places to read: waiting rooms, theatre lobbies, checkout lines, the bathroom, the treadmill, and in the car with an audiobook. I have read in all of these locations, and many more. And I would recommend it. Reading in unusual places is fun. It can replace bored waiting and mindless scrolling.

Just as I go through writing slumps, I go through reading slumps as well. Instead of trying to read a sentence or two at a time, my strategy is to read in increments of time. Five minutes a day, then ten, then fifteen, twenty, thirty. During college, this eventually evolved into reading for an hour each night over a glass of wine; thirty minutes of fiction and thirty minutes of non-fiction. It was a time in my life when I truly enjoyed unwinding each night.

Reading and writing a lot can feel like a tall order. But it doesn't need to be as daunting as it seems. Just take it slow and easy, don't push yourself to burn out. And as always, keep writing.

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On: Keeping a Writing Journal

Three years ago today, I started my first writing journal — a reliable dark green, hardcover Moleskine. My debut entry was an ambitious seven-page descriptive exercise just on the entryway of my apartment. I planned to do a series of these exercises for my entire apartment, but never quite got through the whole place before I moved. Since then, I have graduated from college, moved to a new state, completed two years of law school, and had my cat eat the end of the ribbon bookmark during her "eat strings and wires" phase.

Keeping a writing journal is something I encourage every writer to try. With my journal, I can organize my ideas and focus on one project at a time. I began with descriptive writing exercises and have since evolved in the ways I use the journal. Once, I used it to brainstorm an essay for law school admissions. Several pages have the ideas for short stories or longer novels and series. However, I have primarily used it for novel plotting.

It started with one sentence of an idea. Just the basic premise. This was what transformed my use of the journal. I used over half the journal to plot the novel. Early on, I used small sticky notes to figure out the order I wanted to tell the story in, then later rewrote the outline three or four times. My organization of ideas could use some rehab in my next journal, but having all of my ideas in one place is helpful when I am drafting and need to find a small world-building detail or a minor character's name. I find it easier to flip through paper than scroll through screens.

Three years ago today, I started my writing journal, and I am only pages away from closing it out. I feel so rewarded for keeping up with it and excited to start my next writing journal. I hope you can find the same satisfaction and excitement.

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Project: Talking Cat. Excerpt B.

Cloudwatch is the first proper town a traveler would encounter in the Land of Changing Seasons after crossing the border from the Kingdom of Lands and Skies. Cloudwatch mostly hosted travelers who were journeying to Wildeminster or the City of Seasons. It was along the safest path to those towns as well: the fae had a hard time flying over the Crystal Bay, the Black Lake, and the Lover's Sea on account of the humidity prunes their wings. A ferry over the Black Lake was a good alternative, but ticket prices surged; flying over the Wandering Woods was out of the question, only the Flaiths did that because they were much more in tune with the lands.

This was all according to the fairy I encountered at the first inn I deemed half-decent enough to stay the night. I had been stuck listening to the tipsy fairy as he chugged his wine while the innkeeper was in the back looking for linens for my room.

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Writing Notes: Realistic Injuries

References (Minor Injuries; Head Injuries; Broken Bones; Dislocated Joints; Cutting & Piercing; Blood Loss; Blunt Trauma; Burns)

WHAT'S "NORMAL"

For a normal, reasonably healthy adult the following reading are ‘normal’. Some variation is usual and what’s normal for one person may be abnormal for another.

Pulse Rate

Between 60-100 beats per minute

A fitter person will have a rate towards the slower end of the margin and a child or young person will have a naturally high rate.

Any drastic increase or decrease in pulse rate is cause for concern.

Blood Pressure

120-140 over 70-90

Can vary with the time of day, amount of stress and a number of other factors.

High blood pressure is not usually immediately dangerous but can cause long term damage.

Low blood pressure can cause faintness, dizziness and blackouts and is usually a sign that there is an underlying problem to be treated.

Body Temperature

36°C (98.6°F) to 37.5°C (99.5°F)

Relatively minor variations in temperature are cause for concern.

MINOR INJURIES

Bumps, bruises, cuts and grazes

All inconvenient.

But not incapacitating.

A blow to a bony part of a limb or to a joint

Hurts a lot at the time of impact (as anyone who’s banged their shin will agree) and may swell and stiffen.

The impact may also have the effect of temporarily disrupting the ‘power supply’ to the limb meaning the person getting hit is likely to lose their grip on anything they’re carrying and be unable to move the joint for a few minutes.

Bruises

Can take anything from a few seconds to over a day to appear and anything from a day to several weeks to fade away again.

Soft fleshy areas bruise much more colourfully.

Sprains and torn muscles/tendons etc.

Will stiffen, swell and become more painful after a few hours.

A bad sprain can be every bit as incapacitating as a broken bone.

HEAD INJURIES

Probably the most common injury in fiction.

From “let’s bash the bad guy over the head to stop him running after us” to those scenes where everyone gets thrown all over the flight deck by the first bit of turbulence and bounce their heads off consoles.

Minor Head injuries

The human skull is pretty robust and designed to take a fair amount of punishment. Consequently the occasional bump won’t do all that much damage.

A minor bump on the head may leave a character feeling dazed and suffering from a headache, blurred vision and ringing ears but will clear within a few minutes.

Facial bruising - quite uncommon, it takes quite a hard blow or a blow that impacts with the soft tissue around the eyes to leave a mark.

Minor cuts and lacerations on the scalp and face will hurt and bleed out of all proportion to their seriousness. [NOTE: A ‘laceration’ does not mean ‘a very bad cut’ – it is a term for a specific type of wound caused by the tearing rather than the slicing of the skin. It’s the sort of cut you get from being hit with a blunt object (or a fist).]

Medium Head Injuries

A more forceful blow (equivalent to a fall of several feet) can lead to complications of the injury.

Concussion (damage to the brain tissue) is quite common after a hard blow to the head and is often accompanied by temporary unconsciousness. (And it should be very temporary if you don’t want your character to be permanently damaged). This can also result in dizziness, nausea and, not surprisingly, a nasty headache.

Medium cuts and lacerations will be painful and messy but not dangerous. There may be scarring.

Severe Head Injuries

A blow to the head resulting in prolonged unconsciousness will almost certainly result in brain damage, possibly a fractured skull and bruising or bleeding within the brain itself. It can be fatal either straight away if the damage is extensive enough or later as the blood from the injury causes pressure to be put on the brain.

Severe cuts - can damage muscle and sinew and do permanent damage. The pain from such injuries would have most characters unable to concentrate on much else.

Concussion Symptoms

Confusion, disorientation, memory loss,

Dizziness, headache (lingering after the first few hours)

Nausea, vomiting,

Pupils uneven in size and/or reaction,

Sluggish reactions, sleepiness.

Any painkillers given to treat the headache must be non-narcotic and relatively mild. Otherwise it is difficult to tell if sleepiness is caused by a worsening of the injury or by the painkillers.

Someone suffering from a suspected head injury should be watched for at least 24 hours, and woken every few hours if they’re asleep, to check for the above symptoms.

BROKEN BONES

In general they hurt. A lot. Any character with a broken bone (with the possible exception of the ribs) is going to know about it and not be very happy. It is possible that if there is no displacement they might not hurt much at all, and it may not be immediately obvious that the bone is actually broken.

The initial shock and pain is often enough to cause unconsciousness. Keeping the limb immobile will minimise the pain but any pressure or movement is going to be extremely unpleasant.

Severe breaks (compound fractures) can cause part of the bone to protrude through the skin, this will also cause blood loss, which can be severe enough to be dangerous. Nerves and blood vessels can also be permanently damaged.

Smaller bones are obviously more likely to break than larger ones but they hurt every bit as much.

Distinguishing between breaks/sprains is not always easy with just 'it hurts to go on but as a guide… Lots of pain but some movement is a relatively good thing -- it indicates 'just' a tear. Less pain but very limited movement is a worry, because it can mean you've snapped something, and the joint becomes useless without surgery.

Broken Ribs

All sorts of nasty complications can arise here. For a start, though a character who has just broken a rib will feel winded and uncomfortable, the initial discomfort will pass quickly and they may feel fine for some hours afterwards. Possibly they may not even realise that they had broken anything.

After a few hours it will start to hurt badly and breathing may be impaired and painful. Problems can occur when the injured person is breathing only shallowly because of the pain and not expanding their lungs fully, lungs can collapse as a result, causing pneumonia. Interesting in a morbid kind of way is that the breathing difficulties of a collapsed lung aren't what gets you - it's the air pressure that builds up in the chest cutting of the blood flow to the heart.

Broken ribs can also puncture a lung or even the heart with fatal results. A punctured lung would result in death within 3-15 minutes if untreated.

DISLOCATED JOINTS

Hurt just as much as broken bones.

Can be forced back into place without medical facilities but it’s not recommended and will hurt a lot, probably enough to cause unconsciousness. On-the-hoof treatment is the same as for broken bones – imobilise and support the limb.

There are a few dislocations which can be life-threatening -- the sterno-clavicular joint (where the collarbone joins the breastbone) is one. It requires a lot of force to pop it (most people's collarbones will break before the joint goes), and the collarbone usually goes outwards, but if it displaces inwards, it can compress the airways. This joint can dislocate if you get slammed very hard into something like a wall and take the impact on the point of the shoulder. I can also say it hurts very badly and for a very long time.

CUTTING & PIERCING

most human beings come equipped with a healthy set of defensive reflexes to avoid it. If at all possible they will try to put something else (like hands) in the way of the blow. Most people injured in a stabbing have injuries on their hands and arms as well from trying to ward off their assailant.

The severity of the injury depends a great deal on its location:

Limbs

The arms and legs are not protected by much flesh so even a shallow cut or piercing injury here may damage bone and muscle and render the limb effectively useless.

Severe blood loss can occur if the major blood vessels in the inside of the upper arm and inner thigh are damaged.

Abdomen

Piercing injuries will bleed a lot and can easily do fatal damage, although unless a main artery is hit then it’s not going to be a quick death. A piercing more than 2 inches deep starts to get dangerous.

If the main descending aorta is hit, the character has seconds to live.

The femoral or renal arteries will lose a fatal amount of blood in 2 – 3 minutes.

Injury to internal organs would cause bleeding, infections and a nasty slow death if left untreated. Bleeding from the spleen or liver would cause death within 20 minutes. Less major damage to internal organs would cause death either from blood loss over several hours or up to several days later from infection and other complications.

Relatively slight cuts to the stomach area would affect breathing and damage muscles, More major cuts to this area can damage nerves and muscles, meaning the injured character would have no control over their legs. Not nice, when you’re trying to get away from the nutter who’s just sliced you up and suddenly your legs don’t work…

Extensive cuts here can also mean the insides are suddenly outside. Not pretty, not comfortable and, untreated, leaves the character with about 15 minutes to live and they’re going to wish it was much less. Quite apart from the pain (which is pretty horrific) the sight of their own insides tends to make most people quite hysterical.

BLOOD LOSS

Major blood loss will result in a fast weak pulse and accelerated respiratory rate.

For an average healthy person about a litre of blood lost is enough for shock to set in.

Loss of approximately a litre and a half to two litres or more will require transfusion.

Loss of more than 2 and a half litres will probably result in unconsciousness and, if transfusion is not given, death.

Symptoms of Blood Loss

Blood loss in litres < 0.75 || 0.750-1.5 || 1.5-2.0 || > 2.0

Percentage of blood lost < 15% || 15-30% || 30-40% || > 40%

Blood pressure Normal || Normal || Reduced || Low

Pulse rate (beats per minute) < 100 || > 100 || > 120 || > 140

Pulse pressure Normal || Decreased || Decreased || Decreased

Respiratory rate (breaths/min) 14-20 || 20-30 || 30-40 || > 35

Mental state Alert || Anxious || Confused || Lethargic

State of extremities Normal || Pale || Pale/Cool || Pale/Clammy

Amount of blood loss by injury

Severe blood loss, as a wound larger than a fist or that caused by a compound fracture. All figures are approximate and somewhat variable. They are meant as a rough guide only.

SITE OF INJURY || NORMAL BLOOD LOSS (Litres / %) || SEVERE || MAXIMUM

Shoulder: 0.85 / 17% || 1.25 / 25% || 2.1 / 42%

Arm: 0.4 / 8% || 0.85 / 17% || 1.25 / 25%

Elbow: 0.4 / 8% || 0.85 / 17% || 1.65 / 33%

Forearm: 0.4 / 8% || 0.85 / 17% || 1.25 / 25%

Wrist: 0.2 / 4% || 0.6 / 12% || 0.85 / 17%

Chest: 1.25 / 25% || 1.65 / 33% || 5.0 / 100%

Spleen/Liver: 1.25 / 25% || 1.65 / 33% || 5.0 / 100%

Pelvis: 1.25 / 25% || 1.65 / 33% || 5.0 / 100%

Thigh: 1.25 / 25% || 1.65 / 33% || 2.9 / 58%

Leg: 0.85 / 17% || 1.25 / 25% || 2.1 / 42%

Ankle: 0.85 / 17% || 1.25 / 25% || 2.1 / 42%

BLUNT TRAUMA

Getting hit…

Aside from the obvious risk of getting smacked upside the head or breaking bones (see above) there are assorted other injuries and complications which can arise.

Due to the elasticity of the ribcage getting smacked in the chest can cause a person to fly backwards some distance. Of course this means they can bounce off of something else and hurt themselves that way. At best they’re going to be winded and have difficulty breathing, which causes a certain amount of panic in most people. And it looks rather alarming.

Heavy blows to the back can damage the spine resulting in possible paralysis and death. Kidney injuries are also common when someone is hit in the small of the back. They can bleed and may shut down altogether. Kidney failure means the body can’t clear certain waste products from its system, if the waste products build up too far then coma and death can result.

Internal organs such as the liver and spleen can also be damaged by blunt trauma and bleed as detailed above. Other organs which may be injured are the pancreas and the intestines.

If the pancreas is damaged it may spill digestive enzymes which start to digest the person’s own insides. Obviously this is rather painful and unpleasant.

Damage to the intestines can result in blockages (causing pain, nausea and vomiting), bleeding, and the release of bacteria into the bloodstream resulting in septic shock (high fever followed by sudden drop in temperature and blood pressure – fatal if not treated) This can take 24 hours or more.

Usual treatment for internal injuries is IV feeding, antibiotics, painkillers and sometimes surgery.

BURNS

Burns are classified into degree by their seriousness.

1st degree burns – Red, sensitive skin, like a sunburn.

2nd degree burns – Blistering on the first layer of skin (the epidermis) only.

3rd degree burns – Damage to both the epidermis and dermis (the first two layers of skin), visible scars.

Burns over more than 70% of the body are life threatening due to dehydration and the risk of shock, kidney failure and infection.

Electrical shock

Physical marks can vary from none at all to severe tissue damage depending on the severity of the shock.

Internal damage can be done by electrical current traveling along the nerves and blood vessels.

Source: Leia Fee (with additions by Susannah Shepherd) Part 2 ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[jasonmyluv]

Project: Talking Cat. Excerpt A.

I guided Maud along the faint trail that led into the woods while I kept an eye out for signs of established habitats. Scrapes on trees, snapped branches, the strench of decomposing corpses. Once each month, a band of the militia would venture through the woods to note and attempt retrieval of human bodies. Its a 48 hour sleepless shift that gets worse the longer it goes on, according to Barrett.

The deep woods was dense with blackened, gnarled trees. I wouldn't die there. I would never let myself die in a place Barrett would have to find me. I kept my eye out for danger. None came. The woods were void of life. Even the trees' wood was petrified. The soil airid. The branches hosted no nests. The roots hid no burrows.

The only sign of life was the trodden trail weaving through the dirt between the trees.

I wondered if the militia men ever went that far. I doubted it. They were looking for fallen humans, not whatever lay here. This place wasn't the type you would die at, maybe just vanish entirely.

[heavenlyraindrops]

World Building Checklist

Have you ever started writing a story and realized your world has a bunch of unexplained shit and you have to fill in the gaps as you go? Me too, buddy. Me too. Here’s a checklist so that you can fully flesh out your world to the max. (I’m dying)

How does Time work? (Minutes, hours, days, the daylight cycle, years, ect.)

Species (if Fantasy. Will probably make another post on this.)

Countries, Nations, Tribes, ect. (nationalities/ races. Will probably make another post on this.)

The geography of the world (draw a map. Doesnt have to be good. Just for a general idea.)

Rivalries between races (includes prejudice, racism, ect.)

Religions

Technology

The Magic system. (Will probably make a whole other post on this.)

animals, plants, ect.

The sky: Sun, Moon(s), Stars, Constellation, Are there rings? (If the planet has rings)

Educations system

Government system

Politics

Methods of transport (Vehicles)

Medicine

Can’t really think of anything else. If you have more to add then reblog and add to the list! :) bye bee

[jasonmyluv]

Daily Writing Post: December 21, 2024

This post comes from the future. Yesterday I wrote 1,309 words on my zero draft. I hit a total of 24,570 words!