L. Martinez

Just another aspiring author who loves books, cats and bread rolls. This is a place for all my novel art, extracts and miscellaneous writing! Current WIP: Amidst The Stars (Fantasy YA) Icon: @a-world-of-tagonists (from my YA Fantasy The Court's Champion!) Cover: @starsandco

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Writers of Booklr!

Quick show of hands: If you’re participating in NaNoWriMo this year and would be interested in sharing your project through us where you can see what others are writing, find writing buddies, and cheer each other on, can you like/reblog?

If there’s interest, we’ll let you know more.  Happy preptober everyone!

[lmartinezwrites]

Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth just give me like...a week. Hopefully less.

[byjillianmaria]

Whenever non-writeblrs follow me I’m always like … are you a closet writer … or are you actually interested in my books??? A girl can dream.

[lmartinezwrites]

me: i want to write

brain: no

me: i want to read

brain: no

me: i guess... i'll just lay here

brain: perfect

[alittleyellowdinosaur]

Everyone is always talking about how they love good morning texts but I know not everyone gets one so here is my group good morning text to all my friends!! (even though time zones are a jerk and it’s prob not morning for you)

Good morning guys!! You are all such wonderful and bright people who bring such light into my life and I want to thank you all for existing today. ❤️❤️

@neenorroar @albatris @anxiousplantoid @bunnythedreamchaser @sapphic-saturn @saramactaylor @giulswrites @thatwriternamedvolk @positivelyagender @roaming-planet-explorer @mcubed35 @queen-eevee @lmartinezwrites

[lmartinezwrites]

This is the NICEST THING ????? THANK YOU SO MUCH you have totally and utterly made my day!!!💜💜💜

[thehonestauthor]

Throwing plot twists at your main character like:

[melonmemes]

[bellarosepope]

What's a logline?

A short summary.

[amandra-art-deactivated20251227]

Everyone, reblog with the logline of your WIP!!

I’ll start:

Girl and a genetically enhanced creature fight against pretty much everything

Tagging @koalamuffins @isaac-lacey @glorious74 @black-ink-world @jltillary @kbcypher , maybe you guys wanna do this 😂

[maxgrayarchived]

omg im laughing

Apathy brings out the joy of two sulky gay teenagers

@shaelinwrites & @saramactaylor

[browneyedshawty-deactivated2018]

Girl loves boy, boy doesn’t love her back, boy dies, girl is sad.

[elisalromagnoli]

Two Loglines for ya.

1:

After being kicked out of a rebel group, a girl seeks to finish her parent’s mission with an old enemy and a few misfits.

2:

The Creative are inventors, artists, and mathematicians who were banned after the event os ww1 and ww2 because of the government’s inability to predict their future steps.

[zombiefaepunk]

A girl fights her nightmares and a boy learns how to forgive himself.

[theinkstainsblog]

A girl joins a coven of queer witches and discovers magic is real and also a new crush.

[kbcypher]

Faced with adulthood, a teenaged boy spends his last free summer making as many horrible decisions as he can.

[avi-why]

In a world where you can literally bet your life, four teenagers are unwillingly dragged into destroying the ogliarchy.

[fathoming-it-all-deactivated202]

Nations are manipulated into clashing by a pissed off witch who doesn’t know she’s creating the pillars of reality, resulting in a grumpy mage and confused bandit queen.

[catandwrite-deactivated20180620]

A girl seeks revenge against the man who framed and killed her father and ends up stumbling into a quest for a legendary sword.

@toboldlywrite @christinawritesfiction @boothewriter

[boothewriter-deactivated2018122]

Pirate WIP: A Pirate captain seeks the power of 7 daggers in order to overthrow the King that condemned her father.

Nameless Hoseok Fic: Famous singer finds himself back in his old hometown only to reconnect with an old schoolmate who is his family’s new gardener.

@roselinproductions @lmartinezwrites @gingerly-writing @authorrjcity

[lmartinezwrites]

Spooky WIP: Four teenagers accidentally open a portal to a dream world, releasing murdering monsters onto an unsuspecting town.

[moonsulfur-deactivated20200604]

Good morning!!!

Guess who is going to be participating in Nanowrimo this year? This gal!!!

I know about a week ago I was adamant I wasn’t going to do it. Mostly because I wanted to focus on DW, but this morning at 5 am a plot bunny smacked me in the face and now I have no choice but to join you guys and write this story!

I’m honestly super freaking excited about it, and it’ll be so much fun to work along you guys that are also doing Nano!!! Later today I’ll post my profile so you can add me & I’ll hopefully get the blurb up!

I’m so stupidlt excited. I can’t wait to do character profiles and hash out the plot even more. DM me if you want a sneak peak of the blurb I have at the moment!

[lmartinezwrites]

YAY

[fanfichasruinedmylife-deactivat]

Reblog if you’re planning to do NaNoWriMo this year.

[brynwrites]

Popular writing advice: Let your characters both fail and succeed at times!

Me, a dumbo who only tortures their characters: 

[chaichinos]

Boy I sure do like drawing magic fiery looking stuff.

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #1918:

fake your own death, so someone publishes your works posthumously. only announce you’re still alive when everyone wants a sequel too much to care that you committed fraud

[inkskinned]

i actually… love people who double or triple or infinity text … what are you excited about because i’m excited too! message me seven times please i’m glad you have a lot to say and i am willing to listen!!

[albatris]

@elliot-orion here is one William for you!! I hope the design is okay :D idk what he’s pointing at……. maybe in the direction of some cryptids

also, here is one slightly smaller William also for you

I just really wanted to draw the mothman shirt pfft

[lmartinezwrites]

I LOVE WILLIAM

[lmartinezwrites]

Small hiatus for uni stuff

[sulfurousdreamscapes]

I was being pulled, pulled through four-feet-wide alley, my feet dancing on chipped tiles, running next to the gurgling gutter, under a moon worth howling for. How can hands so small pull with such strength? I kept imagining myself tripping and falling, but I was certain I’d just be dragged along the tiles to our destination.

“It’s right past that power box,” the boy with the freshly-cut hair told me, his torn sleeveless undershirt flapping as he ran. The ancient grey power box only came into view after we’d made a sharp turn, and I imagined it powered a whole section of this slum. Somewhere nearby, someone was frying fish, even this late into the night.

“Through here,” the boy stopped and got down on all fours to crawl through a hole in a chain-link fence.

“I’m not sure if I can get through there, little buddy,” I said, bending down.

“Can you climb?” the boy asked.

I guess. I gripped the fence and lifted myself up. I’d never been one for physical adventures, so this scoop was bound to be a little challenging.

“That’s not how you climb at all, is this your first time?” the boy asked.

I grabbed a higher handhold and then hoisted myself over the top edge, my poor heart too shocked by this sudden exertion. I looked down, and before I could devise a strategy to calm down, I found myself approaching the ground faster and faster.

“Even I can climb better than that and I’m half your height,” the boy shook his head and offered me a hand. I got up and dusted myself, wishing that I could also dust the pain and embarrassment of the fall away.

The final alley was carved into a tiny garden, and the boy entered it. Three other boys had gathered there, and were all looking at a glowing set of letters on the red brick wall.

“Is he the writer?” one of the boys asked my guide, to which my guide nodded. He cleared the boys out of the way and watched me as I approached the writing.

“When did this show up?” I asked.

“A week ago. I think it changes every night. Nobody writes it, it just appears once it’s dark,” my guide explained.

“It doesn’t always change,” one of the boys corrected him, “Sometimes it’s the same. Like, yesterday’s was the same as Friday’s.”

The boys got into a debate over how true that assertion was. Meanwhile, I touched the glowing fluorescent green writing. It was warm to the touch, and it was deep. I inserted a finger into a strokes that formed a letter in a script I couldn’t read.

“This looks like an ancient script,” I explained to the boys, “It shows some similarity to modern lettering, but…”

My finger went all the way into the writing. I traced the writing, finger inside.

“It’s a bad sign,” one of the boys said, “It means something bad is going to happen. You should write that, too.”

I drew my hand out of the writing, and examined my finger, which was also glowing green now. I tasted it. Cranberry. Orange. Iron. Brick.

“It’s an ancient curse,” the same boy told me.

“Of course it is,” I said, looking at the writing one last time. “All writing is an ancient curse, until it comes true. Then it’s a prophecy.”