A higher dimension has been reached and infinitely many earths have been discovered, each seemingly identical. Our hero wants to shut herself off on her earth as much as possible. As she finds the most ideal place to settle and farm, she relaxes to the absence of human noise pollution.
One day, a pig escapes and she goes to find it only to literally stumble upon ruins from unknown beings.
She was supposed to be the only being able to build to have touched down. Things go from there
So I made the mistake of going back through my notes and got bit by the bug for this again. Iāve already done some brainstorming plot points and I could cry, Iām so excited about it.
hey itās october so i just thought iād let you guys know iāll never post jump scares and am extremely anti-screamer or anything else along those lines. i hope youāre all ok and stay safe this month
feel free to rb this as much as you want! just because itās tagged with āpersonalā doesnāt mean you shouldnāt tell your followers this too. let people know you have a safe blog!
no offence but your acidic cynicism, your edgy ābrutal honestyā, yourĀ āgod is deadā āpeople aint shitā āthe world is a nasty nasty place so deal with it, sweetieā enlightened nihilism is not enlightenment. itās cowardice.
So I was just brainstorming little details that may or may not matter in my story that I'm going to be writing for Nano when I realized that there could be symbolism and meaning read into it all outside of what I meant for it to be (which was literally just what I wrote - a thing happened) and now I'm even more motivated
Writing and thinking about people reading your nonsense is so cool.
I really like playlists, so this page was an experiment to see if I could make a full playlist page. Itās designed to play through custom playlists from start to finish, but also comes with a full audio player. Itās mean to be as easy to edit as possible:
Upload your songs to somewhere like Dropbox.
Paste each song URL into the code where it says āSongURLhereā.
Add any track info you like.
Add a playlist cover (540px wide).
Thatās it!
You can also automatically share your playlist in a tumblr post using the share button, and there is the option to include multiple playlists.
How to stop researching (or worldbuilding) and start writing
This is actually advice my mentoring professor gave me when I was writing my first thesis.
He said: Accept that you are never done. There is always more to know, more to research, more questions raised than answered. At some point, you just got to start writing.
Now, āeasier said than done, this acceptingā, I thought.
I started writing because my thesis deadline was looming. But what if youāre writing a novel and you have no deadline? How do you know when itās okay to stop researching? When is it okay to stop worldbuilding? (Which is just like doing research, but in your own head instead of in reality.)
My advice to you is: start writing, and youāll run into the gaps you still need to fill. Then you know what to research before starting your second draft. Let your story tell you what it needs.
For example:
Just fill your margins with a to-research-list for your future self.
That way, itās also managable: āI finished my first draft, and I have a list of 317 things I need to decide on.ā Instead of: āI saw on tumblr that you canāt build a world without knowing everything about the sewage system! And gosh, I havenāt invented three languages yet!ā
Advantages:
You get things done.
Itās not overwhelming.
You donāt spend your time inventing things youāll like so much that you want to infodump them into your story.
You mainly research things that are relevant to your story.
Well, knowing you, you already researched enough irrelevant stuff too.
You get things done.
I hope this was helpful. Donāt hesitate to ask me any questions, and happy writing!
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This is actually amazing advice, a couple years ago I started keeping a lore section at the end of each of my books, and it has done wonders not just for my writing (went from maybe a paragraph a month to at least a page or two per week), but itās also helped me flesh out so much of my series, even when the story Iām working on isnāt totally related to the main series. So yah, great advice!Ā
-slightly in the future real world where humanity has taken steps to curb any type of climate crisis that is/was on the horizon
- as such, the society looks very different from what weāve got going on right nowĀ
- insert: all of mintās wildest dreams in one place thanx
- our main character, however, isnāt focusing on the outer world but rather their own little world and the absolute horror thatās unfolding around them
- what that horror is, no one is entirely sure (least of all me, okay)
if anyone wants to be buddies on site (@dynamicsneeze), Iād be hecka down. If anyoneās doing something similar re: eco speculative fiction, whether or not thatās the main focus of the piece, IāD BE SUPER DUPER DOWN TO CHITCHAT YO (this invitation is really only to people 20+ because Iām 26 and thatās just my comfort level sorry).Ā
Man, I'm getting a ton of blueberry bushes to make a living hedge and I wanna make cute little mason jar covers for the jam and stuff I'm gonna make with lil embroidered blueberries on it
Where I live, people have signs in their yards that read, 'Every Family Needs A Farmer'. It makes me want to start a service where farmers go into peoples' yards, design a permaculture food forest, and work it/harvest it for the family or teach them how to do it, if they would like to learn.
It was horrific enough when itās talk about tornadoes and hurricanes and shit but can you imagine seeing these abortion laws being passed and being like āha hah stupid middle school drop out racist queerphobic hicks getting what they deserveā
My therapist wants me to write down my nightmares so lol here we goooo
FRIDAY, MARCH 8TH - WOKE UP AT 3 AM ON MARCH 9TH
I was in a high school building but taking college classes, forgot to go to one all semester, and somehow ended up walking to my childhood home where, on the road, I was surrounded by men armed with knives who closed in when I woke up in a panic.Ā
Someone kept driving past a house I lived in and I ran inside where my husband was. I looked out the window and there was a hearse and car and so we called the police while pushing furniture against the door. While on the phone with the police on my cell phone, I got my addresses mixed up at first and then, as I was repeating the correct address, I heard another voice chime in: can I get that address too? I repeated the address and the voice said: oh wow, the police wonāt be here in under ten minutes
and I woke up in a panic and my doasidj[asdasd god
I decided to try and rewrite a story I wrote yeeeeeeears ago because a) I canāt find it anywhere and b) I think itād be neat to revisit. Iām putting it below a cut for the sake of your dash and also because thereās implied depression right out the gate.
The shattering of the glass was what finally brought her to her knees. Her eyes couldn't even produce tears at that point; they couldn't do anything but stare down at the laminate as if confused as to how they got so close, as to how the tiny shards were cutting into the flesh of her knees and palms. How long she was there is a mystery lost to the world. The sound of nails suddenly clicking made her look up. "Duck, no," she spoke softly, lifting her hand to stop the dog in its tracks. Seeing his deep, brown eyes caused a stirring within her shell like she hadn't felt all day and she slowly stood, the scraping of glass pieces softly echoing in her ears. After picking the pieces out of her hands, she grabbed the broom and began to clean, determined to do something, anything right today, and all for Duck. She swept the small pile she had made into a dust pan and disposed of it into the trash before picking the shards out of her knees and legs as well, small streams of blood leaking out to remind her she was still alive. Shambling legs took her to the cabinet that held the small first aid kit and she cleaned her wounds and bandaged them knowing she had washed her sheets not three days ago. Once the tiny holes were patched, she began the ascent up the stairs, making sure Duck was following. If she had any hope of sleep, he would need to be present.
Once tucked into her sheets, the warmth enveloping her like a hug from an old friend, she shut her eyes and immediately her soul fell through the ether, taking her into a darkness like nothing she had ever felt before. It was heavy, as if she were in a container for an experiment floating in something with the viscosity of mucus. Through this she moved, confused - she didn't normally have dreams so vivid. Was this what all the talk about lucid dreaming was about? The darkness that surrounded her was cut through in the distance by a small dot of purple and that purple called out to her, causing her to move through the space at the fastest rate she could muster. As she came closer, it looked like someone had dropped a substance on the ground, said substance splattering everywhere. She came closer to it on all fours. The swirls of pinks, purples, and blues were mesmerizing.
"Hello."
Her head snapped around toward the voice, squinting through the darkness. "Who's there?"
"Easy there, I'm just here to help." The person was starting to become lit by the light of the puddle and she was ethereal: her hair was the lightest lilac, braided so intricately by surely-deft hands and her face was so beautiful, it might cause those who look upon it to weep.
"What makes you think I need help?" After all, this was just a stupid dream. What kind of dream-help could she have possibly needed?
"Sophrona, you're staring into sludge on the ground."
"..........you got me there." How did she know her name?
"And besides, if you didn't need help, you would have already gone on and done something."
"What?"
"Exactly. Here." She pulled a small vial of soft, sparkling light, a sun ray in a bottle, and waited for Sophrona to stand, slipping it into her hand and folding her fingers in on it.
"What is it? Glitter?"
"We can call it 'Glitter', if you'd like. You need to decide what it is."
"Sorry, how is this considered 'help'?" Sophrona squinted up at the being.
"Do you want me to leave? Because that attitude is how you get me to le-"
"God, no, okay, sorry. What do you mean I have to decide what it is?"
The being sighed softly. "You need to use your imagination. Decide what it is. What this is. You have the power here."
Sophrona looked down at the vial, opening her hand to let it roll gently in her palm. "Do I eat it?"
"No!" She coughed, composing herself once more, her face shifting from disgusted to placid. "I mean, you spread it. That's how the last person did it, anyway."
She tapped the top of the vial with a fingertip and the cork came off, the soft light oozing out onto her hand. Just spread it, huh? She pinched a bit off and threw it toward an area of darkness away from the two of them. The unceremonious plop was a surprise to both of them. She and the being met gazes again.
"Oh, dear. Well, uh, maybe you have to be thinking about what it is you want it to be?"
With a nod, she pinched another bit off, rubbing it between her fingertips as she contemplated what she wanted it to be. Once the notion was in her head, she threw it and instantly a hole started. It was small enough to fit an ant through at first but grew in size, allowing for anyone to enter and, perhaps, exit.
"What'd you decide?"
"I figured a portal to a cool world would be a good thing for it to be."
"How wildly unspecific. Bold! I like it! Okay, so, before you head off to do whatever it is you creatures do, just remember not to use all of that at once."
"Why not?"
"It was kind of a mess the last time someone did that. We don't speak about it."
"Duly noted." Slowly she moved toward the portal, picking up the bit of sunshine ooze that she threw earlier and capping it in the glass with the remaining lot. Her heart beat so fast and heavy she couldn't hear if anything else was said before thrusting her hand into the hole, shutting her eyes and bracing herself to feel the loss of a limb that never came. Emboldened, she slowly put her head through and brought the rest of her body parts along as she stepped in.
I forgot to take my keys out of my husbandās car because we carpool to school and so, I canāt go to my medication appointment (: and I canāt go get groceries (:Ā
I legit thought about throwing myself down the steps. Obviously I didnāt, but oh my god, the thought crossed my mind. Iām so fucking mad at myself. What the fuck. I have literally everything else out of that goddamn car, why not my car keys?Ā
I make everything 10000000000x harder than it needs to be and holy hell I am just, seethingĀ
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