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Numbers

How many freckles on Maria´s skin?

How many shades in Georg´s hair?

How many times do I have to upload a document before FanFiction.net accepts it? Five tries this time, eleven for the previous update…

Cancan, chapter 06, was just posted. You know where to find it. Thank you!

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French torpedo cruiser Fleurus on a vintage postcard

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I wonder f that is the kind of challenge our captain faced during the Great War. The year of the postcard is not clear.

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The Winkler terrace

And then, of course...

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Postcards from Salzburg

Same view, decades apart…

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Somehow I have a special place in my heart for the ocean. I like the way the water changes from one mood to another – from high waves on dark, stormy days, to tranquil ripples on sunny days.

Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

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Fic recommendation

Intoxication, by DeadlyFandoms. Deliciously funny short read!

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Chimney sweeper romance on the streets of Wien, Austria

Austrian vintage postcard

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L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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Best quote from a fic I read today + fic recommendation

From How They Met, by augiesannie. A delicious quick read, Georg & Agathe, then Georg & Maria.

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“Whoever is happy will make others happy.”

— Anne Frank

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genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like

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Those readers (who, in my observations, have always been readers and not other writers) have learned a tiny checklist of surface features and now feel deputized to “spot AI,” but they’re often reading for “gotcha” signals rather than reading for prose. That’s a very different skill, and they don’t have it. Noticing an em dash isn’t the same as understanding non-essential clauses. Noticing a sentence fragment isn’t the same thing as understanding why a fragment lands. A hammer can see nails all day long, but that doesn’t make it an architect.

tl;dr the AI Witchfinders need to read more books above the 6th grade level before they start pointing fingers at experienced writers.

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Underneath, by Eva Volf

If submarines had windows...

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PARIS -> FRANCE

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Since I am still writing about those weeks in Paris...

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Postcards from Salzburg

From my eBay window‑shopping findings… 1960s or 70s, maybe?

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends

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Fic reccomendations and a writer´s ramblings

I was absent from this fandom for a long time, and of course I missed a lot of good stories that were published during that period. I’m still catching up, and organizing these themed lists has been helping me a lot.

I was blown away by two stories I read this week, both AUs:

Forbidden, by charleybec

A Woman of About Thirty-Six, by INeverExplainAnything (honeynymph) — I’m still hoping the author will finish it one day.

Both were lessons in fanfiction writing for me, even though they are completely different in style. The second one actually set my mind at ease about something I’ve been wondering: whether it would be all right to use an obscure novel I read long ago as inspiration and a starting point for an AU fic. Its plot has stayed with me ever since I read it, and it took me years to track down that book so that I could buy it. The author of A Woman of About Thirty-Six was inspired by Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca (one of my favorite novels, by the way), and she did such a brilliant job adapting it to the TSOM world… or was it the other way around?

Maybe I’ll try the same with my obscure gothic novel. No, I won’t reveal the title just yet — I’ll keep it to myself for a while.