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[seaglasswrites]

Hi, my name is Sea, and I’m a female 18 year-old aspiring author currently working on a novel! I’m always looking for new writeblrs to follow, so feel free to interact with this post to let me know you exist!

Here are some basics & fun facts:

- I write primarily Fantasy, but also Sci-Fi and Steampunk on occasion

- I’m going to college soon!

- I’m chronically ill

- I’m not only a writer, but an artist as well! My art account is @wtar, and I participate in Artfight every year

- Currently doing an internship

- I love Fairytales and Fairytale retellings

- I have a sideblog dedicated to reblogging writing events, ask games, and tag games: @seaglasswritingevents

I have a lot of different potential projects floating around in my head/Notes App/Scrivener, but the project I’m currently working on is called The Language of Wolves. Blurb is a WIP!

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July Live -- Q3

Remember this is a live ask event!

What that means is I will be active for the hour, hopping into ask boxes with followup questions as I am able, while encouraging you to do the same.

Answering the questions tells me you are cool with this.

You may answer all questions via reblog, reply, hopping in my askbox or even reposting. Just remember the #writeblr and #writeblr live tags if reblogging/reposting so we can find ya.

We’re here to help rebuild interaction in the community, so get in there and have fun with it!

[seaglasswrites]

My current WIP, The Language of Wolves, is Fantasy! I wouldn’t describe it as Gothic or Dark Fantasy, but it still feels like everything I write turns out a little bit spooky, even if that was never my intention.

I don’t have any comp titles in mind yet, although, while I’m only a little bit into Queen of Faces by Petra Lord, but it could be a good fit depending on where it goes.

I would love to take a look at some (relatively) older Fantasy, but I’ve heard that agents tend to avoid older comp titles.

It’s to come up with tropes! I don’t really know what the more common tropes are, to be honest. I guess:

Shapeshifters

“Nature-y”/ Low-Tech Smaller Community against Industrialized Big City

Magic Academy

Hidden Knowledge

Evil Mentor?

Wise Yet Grumpy Old Woman

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July Live -- Q2

Remember this is a live ask event!

What that means is I will be active for the hour, hopping into ask boxes with followup questions as I am able, while encouraging you to do the same.

Answering the questions tells me you are cool with this.

You may answer all questions via reblog, reply, hopping in my askbox or even reposting. Just remember the #writeblr and #writeblr live tags if reblogging/reposting so we can find ya.

We’re here to help rebuild interaction in the community, so get in there and have fun with it!

[seaglasswrites]

Scouring my past WIPs, I’d say that most of my disabled characters are intellectually impaired in some way. I find that interesting to write and think about, especially when it comes to what their lives would be like in a fantasy world and how others would treat them.

The protagonist’s mother in my current WIP is actually physically disabled, though. I haven’t figured out the specifics of it, but she was born that way.

It was actually the solution to a plot problem: The protagonist needs to be expected to follow in her grandmother’s footsteps at a young age, and take over her responsibilities when she passes, but why wouldn’t that fall to her mother, instead? Answer: Her mother can’t.

Most of her aid comes in the form of townspeople helping out and coming over to her house to do things she might need assistance with. It’s a tight-knit little village, so she doesn’t really need anything more than that. She doesn’t really leave the house often, though. That’s partially the disability and partially just the kind of person she is. Her mother (MC’s grandmother) is kind of a big deal, so they’ve got a pretty nice house for a small village.

Other than that, I once had a big, overarching WIP spanning multiple books and containing a gazillion characters but ultimately not making much sense (Happens to the best of us). One of the protagonists of that actually had one of the chronic illnesses I have (No research needed!).

If I ever actually wrote that story, though, I’m not sure if I would keep that in. It’s difficult to stay distant from that, and when you can’t separate a subject from your own experiences with it, your writing can become more of a vent than a story, and characters can stop being characters and start turning into vehicles for that vent.

His illness wasn’t even all that relevant, and he ended up getting the organ than caused it removed from his body in the first book (Or he would have, if I had written it), so it wasn’t like it had much of a presence.

There are other characters as well, but some I would prefer to keep private for now and others aren’t developed enough for me to talk about them coherently. Also, I can barely remember any of my old WIPs right now! It’s hot outside and my thinking suffers when that happens

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July Live -- Q1

Remember this is a live ask event!

What that means is I will be active for the hour, hopping into ask boxes with followup questions as I am able, while encouraging you to do the same.

Answering the questions tells me you are cool with this.

You may answer all questions via reblog, reply, hopping in my askbox or even reposting. Just remember the #writeblr and #writeblr live tags if reblogging/reposting so we can find ya.

We’re here to help rebuild interaction in the community, so get in there and have fun with it!

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[seaglasswrites]

Yay it’s up!

I’m Sea! I write Fantasy and Science Fiction. I’m currently taking a break from writing right now, because I’m doing an internship. I honestly haven’t looked at the document in a solid two weeks or so, lol.

I would say my favorite time to write is late morning/early afternoon? 11:00-12:00. I haven’t really found a specific time of day that works best for me; I’m kind of experimenting right now.

But I like this time of day because it gives me enough room to get ready, eat breakfast, and chill, and by the time I’ve done all of that, I’m in the mood to actually accomplish something.

6:00-7:00 PM is also nice.

[sourdough-seal]

are you writing the book. or is the book writing you

[corpseprize]

the reality of being a writer

[ohwaitimthewriter]

Especially the last one!

[orangelizardtattoo]

Today's Hype Post!

Hype people up for your original writing project (no fanfiction please- it's a wonderful medium but not the focus of this blog post) or work in progress by giving us some juicy details!

TODAY'S QUESTION:

Do you have any art of your story or its characters?

[seaglasswrites]

For some reason, no! I’m an artist and I love to draw, but for some reason drawing anything from my written work feels weird to me

I probably should at some point, though!

[luna-azzurra]

Tips for Writing Small Towns!! PART TWO

⋆˙⟡ The economy of small towns is not quaint. It is precarious and everyone knows exactly how precarious. When the plant closed, or the mill shut down, or the highway got rerouted fifteen miles east, the whole town felt it in a specific and lasting way. There are towns that have been dying for forty years and the people in them know it and don't talk about it directly but it's in everything. The storefronts with plywood where glass used to be, the school that consolidated with the next town over, the young people who leave and the question of whether they're coming back that nobody asks out loud because everybody already knows the answer. Writing a small town without writing its economic reality is writing a set, not a place.

⋆˙⟡ There is a specific kind of person who runs everything and they are not elected. Every small town has someone. Sometimes a family, sometimes just an individual, who is not officially in charge of anything but whose opinion determines outcomes. The woman who's been on every committee for thirty years. The family that's owned the land since before living memory. They don't have to make demands. Everyone already knows where the edges are. A newcomer or outsider won't see this power structure at first because it isn't written down anywhere. It lives in who gets called first, who's consulted before decisions are made, whose silence means disapproval. Writing this type of character correctly means never letting them explain themselves. They don't need to.

⋆˙⟡ Leaving is a complicated moral act and coming back is even more complicated. The person who got out, who went to college, who moved to the city, who built a life somewhere else, occupies a strange position. There's pride in them, genuine pride, and also a kind of low resentment that nobody names. They think they're better than this. Maybe they do, maybe they don't, but the suspicion is there. And when they come back, for a funeral, because things fell apart, because they got sick, the town doesn't quite absorb them back in the way they expect. They're not who they were. But they're also not from away. They're in a third category that doesn't have a comfortable name and everyone, including them, is a little awkward about it.

⋆˙⟡ People maintain relationships for decades past the point where they would have ended anywhere else. Because the pool is small and leaving is a whole thing, people stay in friendships, in dynamics, in proximity to people they would have simply stopped seeing in a city. The woman who is still friends with her ex-husband's sister because their kids go to the same school and their mothers are in the same Bible study and it would be more work to be enemies than to just keep showing up. These relationships have layers and scar tissue. They are not warm exactly, but they are not cold either. They are maintained. Writers often write relationships as chosen. In small towns, a lot of relationships are simply continued.

⋆˙⟡ Local history is oral and it is everywhere and it is not neutral. The story of what happened to the Henderson property, why the Murphys and the Dales don't speak, what exactly went on the summer of the flood; this history lives in people, not in records. And it gets told selectively, with emphasis and with meaning. The version your family tells is not the version their family tells. History in a small town is a living argument. A character who grew up there absorbed a version of local history that shaped their understanding of who deserves what and why, and that version has gaps and biases they cannot fully see. A newcomer doesn't have access to this history at all and will keep misreading things because of it.

⋆˙⟡ The relationship between small towns and their nearest city is specific and loaded. It's not simply rural versus urban. It's a relationship of dependency and resentment. People drive to the city for the hospital, for the court, for the things the town can't support anymore. And they come back with the feeling that the city doesn't know they exist, doesn't factor them in, makes decisions that affect them without consulting them. This is not paranoia. It's largely accurate. A small town character's relationship to the nearest city (whether they go often or rarely, what they feel when they're there, what they feel when they come back) says a lot about who theey are and where they stand in their own community.

[seaglasswrites]

Moon June 2026

Day 19: Obsidian- @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Imogen’s lodgings may have been a lot more sophisticated than the rest of the houses in town, but they were, at their core, lodgings. She had rejected messy, everyday clutter in favor of expensive, meretricious clutter from the bustling streets of Belrid. There wasn’t a single space in her living room - and, Niv suspected, her entire home - that wasn’t filled. Glass statuettes stood in neat rows inside glass cabinets, each one another voice in the grand cacophony that would fill the room when the whole thing inevitably came crashing down; Empty notebooks - Niv had checked - sat in a sad, dusty stack on a corner table, partially obscured by another sad, dusty stack of something or other sitting on a separate corner table, and so on until Niv began to wonder if she were looking through a series of mirrors without realizing it. Trinkets carved from wood, glass, jade, obsidian, limestone littered the area, strewn wherever Imogen could safely put them and a fair few places she couldn’t. The room seemed to strain against the girth of its contents, but Niv got the feeling that her mentor was more likely to add to the space than take anything away. She supposed that you could take a woman out of the city, but you couldn’t take it out of her.

[seaglasswrites]

Moon June 2026

Day 18: Ether- @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Wolf had vanished into the ether.

Well, not quite. Niv squinted at her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a speck of dust clinging to her cloak. An insect.

She extended a finger, then changed her mind. “Don’t fall off,” she said simply.

[rad-roche]

writing is a fantastic hobby but the kicker is it's a lot harder to show your friends as it's progressing. with a sketch i can show someone and they'll be like oh that's an apple. you can't do that with words until you get a lot of them down. so i'll just be like damn fuckin. uhh. check this out

that's right. and that's just one of the several words i know

[seaglasswrites]

Moon June 2026

Day 17: Dusk- @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Imogen hated Niv.

It didn’t take much effort to work that out. She hated Niv, and Niv knew it, and she didn’t even entirely blame her. She had been at the peak of her career when the Academy’s curators had saddled her with the task of mentoring Niv and dragged her out to Kereste: A primitive backwater whose inhabitants barely knew how to read and mostly stuck up their noses at Derin-agan. She spent most of her time alone in her house, and seemed to follow a very simple routine from dawn to dusk: Wake up, teach, complain about the townspeople, rhapsodize about the pleasures of home, study, complain about the townspeople, teach some more, sigh loudly and frequently, and return to her lodgings, presumably to complain about the townspeople some more.

[seaglasswrites]

Moon June 2026

Day 16: Enchant - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

The Redcloaks’ most important asset was the element of surprise.

They had weapons. They had traps. Niv’s grandmother even knew some minor enchantments and forest magick. But the time that wasn’t dedicated to patrols was mostly spent sneaking up on Shapes and beating them with sticks.

More sophisticated combat could be left to those lucky souls whose only enemies were their fellow men.

[seaglasswrites]

Moon June 2026

Day 15: Reflection - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

Niv had heard the Academy described as maze-like, but it was only when she had to navigate it that she fully understood what that meant. The walls undulated across its floors, writhing and twisting like mad snakes, coming together just in time to block her path. She felt like a blind rat, lost in a world that wasn’t built for her. The corridors reflected her wild face back at her: Her crazed eyes, her hair sticking out in all directions like a tangle of black brambles.

[apricops]

The worst part about writing fantasy is being keenly aware that you’re writing fantasy, which means that you always have to straddle a thin three-way line between anachronism, cliche, and clunk.

Take money, for example. You can’t just have people in a fictional fantasy world walk around using Euros. You consider something generic, like ‘silver coins,’ but before you know it your world starts sounding like a shitty ren faire.

So you think about the world you’ve built and its needs and its history to come up with some unique and relevant terms. But if your terms are too unique and relevant you wind up writing “yarr, you’ll be ransomed for a hundred Trade League Silver Gyrblonks” and realize your worldbuilding is now getting in the way of basic readability.

[shieldfoss]

“They’re using golden valley coins!”

…didst thou mean dollars?

“Nevermind. They’re using some basic silver coin and then enough gold to be worth ten silver coins is called a ten-piece”

…Si, si, el Peso!

Trying over, they’re minted by the king so they’re called crown coins, or, these days, abbreviated, they’re just Crowns

Naturligvis, vi skifter Daler ud med Kroner!

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The Lesson Of The Day is that all the names are already claimed by IRL, and all the almost-good-names that you could invent to get around that were used by some SFF author in the seventies e.g. I bet you can’t do Suns and Moons for your gold/silver coins, I bet some author did that already.

[garmbreak1]

My fantasy nation uses solid gold coins marked by the dental impressions of the reigning king, as a sign of their purity and authenticity.

They’re called Bitcoins.

[brazenautomaton]

oh you can go the fuck to jail that’s what you can do, where you’ll be shackled to a chain gang hitting the blockchain with a pickaxe

[sufficientlylargen]

TBH, I think the takeaway from “dollar” and “kroner” and whatnot is that you can name money after damn near anything. Like, the US Dollar has nothing to do with valleys, the word just evolved a lot - first you had the silver-mining town of Joachimsthal (literally “Joachim’s valley” or “Joachim’s dale”, named after St. Joachim), then the Bohemians started making silver coins there and called them “Joachimsthaler”, literally “things from Joachimsthal”, then that got shortened to just “thaler”, and then the spelling changed as it migrated around languages and ended up in the English word “dollar”.

So you can just… do this, with pretty much any word you want. You buy a sword with 50 Eeg, so called because they used to have eagles printed on them. That laser costs 200 orcs, or Oort Republic Credits, but a lot of people still call that 200 hippo because before the Belt War the Hippolyta Mining Co. scrip was the de facto standard currency around here and the name stuck around (and in some bars you can start a serious fight by using one name or the other). Your meal costs 10 cigs - originally short for cygnets, which was a hundredth of one swan, a coin named for the royal mint in Swansea - which are easily confused with the neighboring kingdom’s “sigs”, named for the banknotes that carry the signature of the royal treasurer (the exchange rate is not 1:1, but it’s close enough that along the border it’s fairly common for merchants to try to cheat you by “confusing” one for the other). The nation of Gofrandar issued crystal chits in a variety of colors for different denominations, and the blue ones were the most common and were produced mainly in factories in the city of Largon, leading to the name “blue largo”, and that was centuries ago and most people today haven’t even heard of Gofrandar, much less Largon, but six different nations still have currencies called blarg.

It costs 12 scuts. It costs 150 grovers. It costs 23 skidah. It costs a tail and a half. It costs two phyla and 28 points. You can just keep making up words.

[baelthazar]

While reading this, I heard echos of some of the names we currently use for coinage.

Here in Canada, we replaced our dollar bills in 1987 with coins of the same value. Why? Because a coin lasts way longer (20 years) in circulation than bills (less than a year), it’s simply an economic measure and cheaper for the Canadian Mint in the long run. It was argued that the Canadian Mint would save $175 million a year when they switched from the $1 bill to the $1 coin.

The dollar coin had a Common Loon on the back and an engraving of Queen Elizabeth on the front side. This was the second design. The first design with an Indigenous person and a French voyageur paddling a canoe, but the master dies were lost during delivery. Look it up.

So, of course, Canadians immediately started calling the coin a “Loonie” after the bird on the back.

Loonie - Wikipedia

When the Canadian mint retired the two dollar bill (yes, we used to use those heavily), the new coin had the Queen on one side and a polar bear on the obverse.

And what did Canadians as a country immediately name this new coin? Did we call it a “Bear”, or maybe a “Polar” or something related to our northernmost territories? Maybe an “Ice Flow” or a “Burg” after icebergs that float down from the Great White North?

Nope.

And in case you hadn’t figured it out, we call them “Toonies”.

And yes, “Toonie” is a portmanteau (a combination of two words) of “two” and “loonie”.

Now, the dollar coins have Loons on them, but you are just as likely to find many different engravings, celebrating different events and folks of importance to Canadians, such as the Parliament buildings, the WW1 Vimy Ridge memorial, Terry Fox, the Vancouver Winter Games, The Grey Cup, Anniversary of Parks Canada, the Anniversary of Canadian Confederation, just to name a few. Not to be left out, the Toonie has had a number of different redesigns as well.

And what do we call all of these different coin designs?

Yup, no matter what the obverse design is, they are all still Loonies and Toonies.

And if you are like most Canadians, you probably have a few of these coins a jingling in your pocket, waiting to be spent on another Canadian universal, the “Double Double” at what ever local coffee shop you grab your cup of joe from. There’s a whole other story about how that phrase became a thing.

[marlynnofmany]

And it has nothing to do with Looney Tunes, but to someone from an alternate timeline, Canadian money would sound just as absurd as the fantasyland Bitcoins.

[seaglasswrites]

Moon June 2026

Day 14: Midnight - @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

I know I’m late as shit. I’m currently at college orientation and I do my best work when I’m supposed to be doing something else, so may as well.

Niv didn’t remember much of her father.

She knew that he had been a Redcloak. She knew that he had been killed protecting the town. And she knew what he looked like: Her. Sketches from her mother and musings from the townspeople made up for that missing piece in the puzzle of her family, filling it in with something that only sort of settled into its shape. He had had a mane of hair the color of midnight and ivory skin that glowed in the sun. Broad, square shoulders and strong, angular features. She couldn’t recall that image, but she knew it to be true. It explained the girl he had left behind.

People said that he had been brave. Strong. Kind. That she should be proud. But what did it matter? He hadn’t been any of those things long enough for her to see it. If he was so strong, why had he left her to pick up so many pieces? With shoulders that broad, there should have been enough room for all the things he had left her to bear.

[seaglasswrites]

Moon June 2026

Day 13: Phantom- @monthlywritingchallenges

For Moon June, I’m going to be writing excerpts from a current project of mine, The Language of Wolves. These are all out-of-order and -out-of-context; They’re mostly just to get my creative juices flowing. Keep in mind that they’re also unedited.

The world buzzed around her. Never had she been around so many of her own kind; So many different materials; So much noise. People and pavement and animals and gusts of wind and shopfronts and clothing all gabbled at her, clawing at her attention, nearly tearing apart her mind. Dearnith pooled in her throat, itching to be unleashed. She could almost feel it exploding out of her already, a tendril of power in front of her, a phantom limb. It was as if it was saying: I’m already out. I’m already free.