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[sprinttotheend]

hi all!! I’m now free from my wild wacky work schedule, so to celebrate I’ll be doing a writing sprint today at 1:30 PM (PST) [3:30PM CT] for 1 hour. I’ll be over here if anyone wants to join and write at the same time! ☺️🫶🏻

I am trying out this sprint writing site for the first time, so we’ll see how it goes!

[novella-november]

Word Sprints with friends - Ohwrite

Meet your writing goals by doing word sprinting using the ohwrite writing app

Want to find friends or partners to do word sprints with? Check out Ohwrite.co!

As we get closer to November I'll make a version of this post as a pinned post, so anyone looking to find partners in certain genres, writing format, etc can find partners, and anyone who is having a big writing sprint event can also share their Sprinting Room links --

In the meanwhile, here's one I made for November awhile!

Word Sprinting with friends | Ohwrite

Meet your writing goals by doing word sprints with your friends

[sonderden]

Having tested it, I can now say with confidence that word sprints on ohwrite are an effective way to write for NaNo. Not only have I managed to write more today than I have on any day of November so far, but I also panicked hard enough when seeing my timer count down that I forgot to worry if a scene "sounded stupid" or "didn't make sense" or "wouldn't fit the story" and just... had my main character stop his love interest from speaking by shoving a restaurant's complimentary bread roll in his mouth. It's a hilarious, absurd scene and I might never have written it down, choosing instead to endlessly fret about it, if I hadn't had that external pressure from the ohwrite timer. I highly recommend doing writing sprints there if you think that will suit you. They even have dark mode!

[sapphic-story]

Tried out Oh Write's word sprints (described here) with an irl friend for a couple hours and it was so fun highly recommended and also if anyone wants to do some together some time I'd be down

She was writing for a fic she was previously working on and I just wrote a non-canon (but like, could be canon? Off screen canon?) one-shot for Slips of the Stars with a prompt that she came up with. We both wrote 1k+ woohoo

the unfinished oneshot under the cut (with some fake names for some currently unintroduced, unnamed characters lolll)

Slips asked for a simple gathering for her birthday. Well, asked may be a strong word for what really seemed to occur, which was Hero verbally strong-arming her into celebrating, rather than her previously desired arrangement to do nothing. Narratively, she was apparently forced to do this. Call it a special episode.

Anyways, the two roommates invited some people the two mutually knew to their little apartment, now only marginally cleaner and more put together than it typically is in preparation for their arrivals. Hero (with Slips’ insistent help) put up some Dollar Tree decorations along with whatever decoration-y items they could find around the apartment—paper clips strung together, paper plates with doodles on them, bandaids stuck to the wall to form the letters “KAASEY” in the kitchen. Slips noted that a few of Hero’s…fabric creations somehow snuck into the fray as well, imperfect loops and spirals in misshapen masks proudly expressing their mediocrity over the television stand. She supposed that she’d let Hero win this battle, just this once.

As to not rack up money on their already meager combined funds as the epitome of “broke college student”, the two called for a potluck arrangement, asking guests to bring some type of dish rather than a gift. (though Slips wouldn’t necessarily say she was opposed to receiving gifts.) To this, there were varying responses. All positive just…puzzling, perhaps. Deetee seemed thrilled by the prospect, telling Hero to leave dessert to her. H said he’d “pull something together” once he figured out some strange noise his apartment roommate was making, which seemed like a can of worms on its own. K was told he didn’t really need to bring anything, especially since his sister was coming, but he very excitedly claimed he was making “something that’ll blow their socks off” anyways. Xeno just gave a thumbs up with no indication of what she was going to bring. Only Alcamus seemed to give a normal response, claiming that she was going to be busy that day but would drop by with some pizza if she wasn’t swept by her shift or studying.

There was still perhaps half an hour until the designated start time for the small celebration. Slips, despite being the figure of celebration, did make sure to bring her own contribution and already had it laid out on their small table. Plastic utensils, napkins, and paper plates. She managed to find some plates that were cow themed, which was, of course, an instant grab for her. Were they meant for kids? Perhaps, but it added to the comedic element of the story, which is a necessary for breaking the ice and tension in a scene. Obviously, it’s how the narrative would want it to be.

She sat there in front of the table now, idle on their couch, waiting for the festivities to start. She picked at a loose thread on the armchair of the couch, the frayed, green-gray edges exposing the age that brought it to the thrift store prior to their home. The hum and gurgle of electronic cooking equipment, as well as the strong scent of food engulfing the kitchen created a sensory hodgepodge that made Slips already start bemoaning the inevitable headache that was going to arrive with the guests and all of their loud, distinctive energies.

“Slips!” Her eyes leisurely crawled over to the attention of the kitchen, where Hero was poking her head out, beckoning Slips with a cheap mitted hand. “Come over and try this to see if you like it.”

She hoisted herself out of the sofa with a sigh, joining her roommate. The room seemed even more claustrophobic than normal with the messy scatter of cans, pots, pans, and other materials assorted among their countertops. They seemed to take up every bit of room and then some more, stealing away whatever other spare area Slips didn’t even know they were capable of stealing.

Hero seemed unbothered by the mess and the tight spacing as she grinned at Slips, pride beaming through her toothy smile as she led her over to the electric stove, a tall dark pot making itself known against their plain white walls. Hero opened the lid with the mitted hand and peered in, letting free the scent of some mixtures that Slips couldn’t quite identify, but was still tantalizing enough to get her thinking about the last time she ate today. Or yesterday. Whenever she made that microwavable mac and cheese “meal”. Hero, seemingly satisfied with what she saw, set the lid down atop some discarded cardboard packaging and stepped aside, beckoning Slips forward.

Slips leaned over the pot and immediately hissed as the heat hit her face, her lenses filled with steam. Behind her, she could hear a quiet chuckle, which she threw a backwards glare at (with a childish tongue out) then turned back to the pot to smush her palm against her face, pushing her glasses atop her head, and peer in.

It was a stew, though it was hard to tell what type because of the weak overhead lighting in the kitchen revealing little about the broth’s color. She spotted some stringy pieces of chicken, aromatically identifying them as chicken, floating alongside some chopped and diced vegetables. She couldn’t help feeling a bit of surprise, followed by fondness, for how much effort Hero seemed to put into making the meal just for celebrating her birthday. It was certainly miles beyond the amount of effort Slips typically put into any meal she made for herself.

“Sancocho.” Hero supplied from behind. Slips turned back towards her voice. She still looked pleased with herself, but it was now softened with a fondness in the corners of her mouth. “It’s like the perfect everything food. At least, in my home it is. This isn’t as fresh, since I had to used canned ingredients, but I think it works good enough for now.” She stepped forward to the pot, bumping a toned arm to Slips’ smaller arm with the tight spacing, produced a ladle from somewhere beyond the pot where Slips couldn’t see, and dipped it in the pot, producing a steaming, overflowing sampling.

“Here, try some.”

Slips looked at the soup with something akin to repulsion. “Like…all of it?”

“What else?”

She inspected the ladle again, then gingerly took a more appealing part from the scoop, a piece of chicken, and popped it in her mouth.

“That’s pretty good. Well seasoned.” She mused, then looked towards Hero, who seemed to be giving her a narrow eyed look of bafflement. Or disdain.

“You know, the soup part of the soup is part of the experience.” She stated.

“I don’t. Like. Non-solid-y things.”

Hero huffed. “Of course not.” The burning feeling of guilt sliding through Slips chest suddenly felt way worse than the imagined discomfort in consuming broth. Slips grabbed the ladle from Hero’s hand to bring to her lips, but stopped short with a shout from Hero and a hand over Slips’ mouth.

“WAIT, it’s still hot.” Hero said.

“Oh.” Slips said, dumbly.

“Did you burn yourself?”

“I didn’t actually get to try it.”

“You don’t have to eat something you don’t want, you know. It’s fine.” Hero said.

“Can I just…get, like, the stuff in it? Like the chicken and veggie and stuff?”

Hero let out another little huff, but this one seemed to be humored, with a smile pulling at her lips. “Yeah, sure. Picky.”

[treksickfic]

Okay, so Discord was a little scary so I’m just setting up another OhWrite room tonight if anyone wants to join me.  We’ll be able to write together and keep track of each others’ word counts, but not actually see what the other person is writing. Which is a good thing. No one needs to see my rough drafts.

And I promise not to shut down the room prematurely this time because I’m oblivious to anyone else in the room. (I am so sorry, Kat!) Just follow the link:

More Fun Than Cleaning the Bathroom

[sunisnotok]

anyone have a good alternative for ohwrite? i wrote 1.3k words for a new ISH chapter, accidentally deleted all of it and the undo button doesn't work (:

[vryivs]

come write with me

[treksickfic]

OhWrite Room Open

Staring at the Wall

Wow, we had a holiday. We sure did. Now it's over. Our kid left today after a whirlwind of visits. We helped him pack up his car, gave him hugs and kisses and then he had an accident two miles from our house (he's fine, car has been towed and will be fine, he borrowed another car and made the rest of the 4-hour drive without incident, etc.)

ANYWAY, blah blah, all's well that ends well. I have a writing room open tonight. I'm working on a sweet gift fic but I'm also doing a lot of pausing with my hands hovering over the keyboard while I disassociate instead of, you know, actual writing because I am TIRED. But I'll be in and out for a few hours. See you there if you want to come hang out.