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[artyblogs]

I see and feel your pain, friends. I apologize lolololol

[pandora15]

For the writer ask meme/game: 4. Do you have any writing habits/rituals? 21. What aspect of your writing are you most proud of? 48. Do you prefer to write skimpy drafts and flesh them out later, or write too much and cut it back?

4. Do you have any writing habits/rituals?

Hm...I mean I have to be sitting at my brother’s desk (I currently work in my brother’s old bedroom because the outlet in my room blew out, so my dad and I moved my work and personal computers over to my brother’s old room).  I prefer writing on my computer since I can type pretty fast.

Music is optional—sometimes if I need to focus a lot on writing, then I might turn off the music.  Otherwise, I keep something instrumental playing in the background, but it can’t be a song I played in orchestra because I can and will play the air violin along with it, which doesn’t help my writing :)

Also, definitely helps if I have a glass of water on hand.  I do talk to myself when I have to think deeply about stuff, and I often write notes on what I’m writing.  Some of these are reminders, others are just things I need to keep track of, especially for multi-chapter fics.

I don’t outline for oneshots—usually I write it on the fly, with a general idea of where I’m going with the fic.  It works out most of the time xD

For multi-chapter fics, I’m the exact opposite.  My document for Keeper of the Force has like 5 pages of notes at the very end that I’m constantly referring to while writing.  I also have a timeline on my Notes application that I’m constantly updating as I write.

When I start a new chapter, I first write a basic scene by scene outline.  This is where I identify the POV character for each scene and then come up with a quick paragraph of what needs to happen in the scene and anything important that needs to be established in that scene.

Once the outline is done, I start writing.  Once I have a draft, I reread and edit, and then that’s it!

...There’s an answer somewhere in there, right?  I think I got a bit carried away with answering this xD

21. What aspect of your writing are you most proud of?

I’m really proud of the way I can convey emotions in a few words.  I feel like that’s what people like about my writing, so I try to let that shine without overdoing it with anything that can detract from that experience.

48. Do you prefer to write skimpy drafts and flesh them out later, or write too much and cut it back?

Hmm....I think I lean a bit more towards the first one, but I am a concise writer as it is.  I try to flesh things out when I edit, but often on reread, I feel like the amount of detail is good, so it really depends on the scene and what I’m trying to communicate to the reader.

(Writer Ask Meme)

[johannas-motivational-insults]

Spoiler! for Live With It :D

The therapist is Mermista

[pandora15]

For the WiP guessing game: tears or never (as my back up word lol, I tend to always choose words for this that aren't in someone's wip :p)

From Chapter 9 of Shifting Shadows:

Anakin nodded slowly, and Obi-Wan sighed, putting his face in his hands.  It was a rare display of emotion from him—the Obi-Wan Anakin remembered would never openly show this much misery, this much defeat.

(Fanfiction WIP Guessing Game)

[pandora15]

For the collaborative 6 sentence fic starter: "So, which of you would like to tell me what happened, and which of you would then tell me the truth?"

“So, which one of you would like to tell me what happened, and which one of you would then tell me the truth?”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, taking in the messy state of his usually immaculate kitchen.  

Smoke curled out of the oven’s vents, a sweet, burning odor following along in its wake.  The floor, counters, the tables, and—Force forgive him—the cupboards were somehow all coated in a thick layer of sticky white flour.

In front of him, Anakin made a rather authentic impression of a fish, mouth opening and closing rapidly as he floundered about for a response.  In contrast, Ahsoka rolled her eyes before smiling awkwardly at Obi-Wan, shrugging a shoulder.

“Surprise?” she said, flour-covered face stretching into a sheepish grin.

(send me a sentence, and I’ll write the next five!)

[norcumii]

RexObiBingoSithAU

(re: this meme. Thank you for playing! And, er, sorry for the delay; it’s been a weird week)

*gleeful bounces* Ok, so! At one point I picked up a RexObi bingo card because that seemed like a neat challenge, started a whole lot of stories, and then Life got annoying and I haven’t finished any of them. Bethatasitmay, my chosen line for bingo had one stumper: Fake Relationship. It’s just not a thing that usually does anything for me, so I kept poking at it because while I could swap it out, I wanted the challenge.

Then I registered that I do very well with the tumbl meme where people send random combos of tropes and I have to mash them together. And here I had a whole bunch of random tropes! So I set my own personal challenge to use ALL the tropes in a row/column in one fic, because no one said I couldn’t and why not?

Which led me to smashing together: Fake Relationship, Undercover Missions, Alternate Universe, Body Swap, and Force Bonds. Obviously, Obi-Wan would have to body swap across universes into one where he was a Sith, and Sith!Obi-Wan was on some kind of undercover mission with Rex where they had to pretend to be in a relationship something something Force Bonds makes for better spies. Easy! :D

A sample, for your entertainment!

Obi-Wan did not expect to wake up. He lay in a bed for awhile, just absorbing the experience. The last thing he remembered was some high powered blaster shot – sniper rifle, most likely – knocking him off his eopie. It’d gotten him right under the arm, so if it hadn’t cauterized everything – those kinds of shots didn’t tend to – then it had to have severed the artery.

He’d had time to muse that it was a lovely kill shot, then he’d slid towards unconsciousness.

There had been the vague impression of voices, for an impossibly long moment. Rather reminded him of that hazy nightmare on Mortis, but at least two of those three people were dead.

As he should be, but instead he was waking up, not in pain. Quite comfortable, truth be told, and he felt energized for the first time in...years. Rather a lot of years.

He shoved that notion away as quick as he could, as reality settled in slowly, exaggerating the sensation of a lazy holiday morning. Even with his eyes closed, Obi-Wan could pinpoint a hotel room. Mid-range, given the slight hum of noise dampeners keeping the outside well away. The one sheet and one thicker blanket had that crisp, not-quite-floral smell of many trips through the sonics, and the abundance of pillows had a range of fluffiness no single being would ever bother to stock.

There was also someone in the bed with him, and that was the biggest shock so far. It had been a long time since he’d shared a bed with anyone, and he couldn’t recall the last time it wasn’t for a mission.

Whoever they were, they were also a very precise distance away, the way one did when sharing with someone one didn’t like.

Not as foreboding as the whole possibly dead thing, but it didn’t strike him as good news.

“Sir,” a terrifyingly familiar voice declared from that precise distance next to him, “you said you wanted an oh-seven-hundred wake up call.”

Obi-Wan bolted upright, shocked awake in the way only a sudden hit of adrenaline and old trauma could manage. The man next to him sat up as well, eyeing him warily. “Everything all right, sir?”

There were so many things wrong about the situation that Obi-Wan didn’t even know where to start. The room looked close enough to a hotel room as to not matter – still wasn’t the desert. The man next to him was indisputably a clone, and while his Force presence was shielded better than Obi-Wan had ever encountered, he was fairly certain this was Captain Rex. However, Captain Rex looked young, with less scarring than he’d expect – there was no evidence of the sniper shot that had almost taken him down on Saleucami.

And he was also staring at the Captain’s chest in a way that was perhaps neither reasonable nor civilized, but it was a nice expanse of chest.

That was another significant oddity: Obi-Wan felt young – no, he felt hale in ways he hadn’t for quite some time, like he hadn’t been ground down by years of injuries and war and all the horror following the extinction of the Jedi.

He certainly didn’t feel dead. Obi-Wan scrubbed his face, hoping for some clarity, but he only found more mysteries. He was clean-shaven – it had been literal years since that last happened – and his hair was long, back down to his shoulders again. Back to the brighter auburn it had been years ago as well, which also made no sense.

He had no idea what was going on.

~end bit

[inkubusmb]

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4.) drawing! (when it actually comes out looking okay) 🖌️

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