#1.1.21

[thelunarchronicles-daily]

A smile tugged at Cinder’s lips.

[prettylittlecrime]

if you ever get jealous, just remember i chose you out of everyone else

juice wrld <3

[lightningfilledsaber]

Updated Mars Bars design <3

[thefakejeffreyazoff]

Jeffrey posted on his Instagram stories, 1.1.21

[corviderii]

the lotus flower is revered for its ability to rise from murky waters to bloom into a beautiful flower

[drjohndisco]

All months are autism acceptance months if you aren’t bigoted.

[kitstories]

about me (jan. 1, 2021)

all right, new year, new me, and this year i’m going to finish a draft (she said, overconfidently)! so here i am doing things to distract myself from writing making a writeblr to get writer friends and motivate myself. i guess.

my name is kit! you may know me as @katarahairloopies! i’m 18, a freshman in college, and i’m queer (lesbian, ace, maybe nonbinary?). i read a lot, and i write a lot. like everyone else, i’ve always wanted to be a published writer, so, you know. we’ll see.

i have been trying to write a novel since i was 8 i’ve been trying to write this one particular novel since may 2020. my first draft reached about 60,000 words circa december and then i promptly realized it was, in fact, two novels. so! i have two projects now:

small dead things -- this is my priority at the moment. it’s about wren, an eighteen-year-old lesbian dealing with her mother’s illness, leaving home for the first time, and reckoning with what her mother never told her about her past. genre is pretentious literary fiction, as is almost all of what i read and write. there's intrigue! death! dark family secrets! overlong meditations on birds! what more could you want? ((i’ve been drafting for about a day now, and the word count is at 2021 words. total coincidence, but what a funny coincidence to have.))

the flesh failures -- this is more ambitious project and far outside my comfort, “write what you know” zone. no idea if it’ll actually get written--it would need a lot of research--but if it did, it would follow two siblings, john paul and ellen, circa the early 80s. ((word count at this moment is literally only 372 words. it exists merely in my head.))

(both titles are extremely preliminary and will almost certainly not be the actual titles. i cannot title things. this is a pattern.)

2021 goals that seem maybe reasonable idk !!!!!

to write at least one sentence on one of my original projects every day

to finish the first draft of small dead things

to write 100,000 words on both of my original projects, combined

so! there it is! i think that i’m going to be using this blog more like a journal of my writing progress, to look back on and such. 

also, for posterity, a link to my ao3, where i mostly just write angsty avatar: the last airbender one-shots: https://archiveofourown.org/users/leoperidot/works

[amidembers]

on meeting a long-distance friend for the third time

On the first day of the new year, it is almost below freezing. Masks still hide smiles like blossoms under snow. Grief and anger knife my chest when I make and cancel plans, when I long to wrap my arms around those I love. But on the first day of the new year, when I see you smile, memories of warmth return. The icicles on my ribcage formed by 2020’s cold winds begin to melt as I watch you toss light into the frost-tipped sky. Your eyes glow like sparklers and your laughter crackles like a bonfire and the frostbite in my fingers fades away with each word we exchange, our jokes like logs placed on the fire to strengthen the flames. Sitting beside you, I forget the need for hat, scarf, gloves. I forget the fear that freezes, the anger that chills, the grief that numbs. On the first day of the new year, in the middle of winter, as this pandemic stretches on into the dark, when you smile, I remember what it’s like to feel warm.