#nano stuff

[summersandsodapop]

DUN DUN DUN!!! my graph is not very pretty this year, 

BUT I WON!!!!!! 

this year, tho I did skip a lot of days when I did write the writing flowed easy, and I didn't feel much pressure to make it good, just to make it. and I had the most fun I've ever had to do nano! 

bless my nano friends for getting me trough, hear we are!!!! 

[mediawhorefics]

Nanowrimo Day 1 : 1752 words

[honeybeeofficial]

HEY???? HEY THERE’S A YWP ALUMNI FORUM ON THE ADULT SITE NOW

[honeybeeofficial]

how was I such a fool and didn’t notice the implications of my obvious self insert character having uhhhhh Some Gender Stuff as, like, the second most central part of their entire character

[smol-merci]

FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH PAR OVER 5K IN ONE DAY I AM FUCKING RELENTLESS I AM GOING TO WIN

[army-of-mai-lovers]

writing my Jet fic bc the music is the best on that fic’s playlist? perhaps

[mediawhorefics]

statementsue replied to your post “statementsue replied to your post “Nanowrimo Day 1 : 1752 words”...”

ajsjfjjf stop..... this is homophobic.... i used many different ones to properly express feelings of pride and joy for you.... BUT IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS I GUESS

@statementsue I SAW THEM IN THE NOTES AND THEY WERE ALL BEAUTIFUL <333333333333 V APPRECIATED !!! 

[mediawhorefics]

Would you post a little snippet of your nanowrimo or is that mainly just going to be a more personal thing for you?

hummmmmm I wasn’t going to since it’s original fiction, but i guess i could post a little something if you’re interested? here’s a short paragraph of my protag being a sad little donut :

The doors to his balcony were open, white curtains flowing slowly with the breeze, the dark blue sea the only view for miles and miles. Henry shivered a little when he finally managed to open the collar of his shirt, throat exposed to the cold air. Some days, he thought he would have enjoyed a room with a view of the Capital, of the buoyancy of the city they’d left so long ago, but truth be told, Henry loved the sea. He loved the illusion of nothing existing beyond that salty water, loved sitting on the balcony and losing himself in the feeling of the entire world around him disappearing, leaving him only with the saline smell in the air and the sounds of waves against the rocks below him, like ghosts whispering. If Henry closed his eyes, he could feel the departed’s presence in the water. All the people who had left them and whose ashes were washed away from the shore as their custom required. If he focused long enough, eyes closed and mind open, the waves crashing below sounded like his mother’s singing.