#otherwriters

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I went back through old posts and added new tags. One of my favorite things on Tumblr is finding a an old blog from before I found Tumblr that was never deactivated and has old content. I wish Tumblr search let us search for old blog posts instead of just recent or currently popular...

So anyway, I now have tags #otherwriters as a tag, which is on all text-based blog posts from blogs that are not my own, including asks and captioned images. Then I also added the bloggers’ usernames as a tag. For blogs that use dashes, underscores, etc their username, their tag is just the username without them. 

Now at least on days when Tumblr isn’t being naughty, you should be go back through the old text posts I’ve reshared from other blogs in the past. 

http://amysubmits.tumblr.com/tagged/otherwriters

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NaNoWriMo Day 2

I’ve been working on a fic for a while now and have only gotten to about 12,000 words on it, so my goal for #NaNoWriMo2019 is to finish the book (or at least come close) since it is near and dear to my heart.

I also don’t want to start over on something right now because when I do that I tend to NEVER finish anything else I’m doing?

So I want to keep myself motivated and post chapters either here or to my @musingsofthefox Wordpress in order to keep myself accountable?

Hoping it all works out.

See you all tomorrow!

[amysubmits]

@cherished-property is one of my favorite writers here on Tumblr. She recently went on Kinkycast to talk about her post Meat and Potatoes D/s. I think that is probably my favorite post of hers too! I think it’s a great listen. Check it out

http://kinkycast.com/archive/2018-archive/228-kneelingwaiting---meat-.html

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All Kings, and all their favourites, All glory of honours, beauties and wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by a year now than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last everlasting day. Two graves must hide thine and my corse; If one might, death were no divorce. Alas, as well as other PRinces, we (Who Prince enough in one another be) Must leave at last in death these eyes and ear,s Oft fed with true oaths, and with sweet salt tears; But sould where nothing dwells but love (All other thoughts being inmates) then shall prove This, or a love increased there above, When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove. And then we shall be throughly blssed; But we no more than all the rest. Here upon earth we're Kings, and none but we Can be such Kings, nor of such subjects be; Who is safe so as we? where none can do Treason to us, except one of us two. True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.

The Anniversary - John Donne (? 1572 - 1631); Definitions and Persuasions; Everyman's Library Pocket Poet Love Poems

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November 15 "Do Tiggers like honey?" "They like everything," said Tigger cheerfully.

The House at Pooh Corner; Pooh's Birthday Book - A.A. Milne

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I've been in love for long With what I cannot tell And will contrive a song For the intangible That has no mould or shape, From which there's no escape. It is not even a name, Yet is all constancy; Tried or untried, the same, It cannot part from me; A breath, yet as still As the established hill. It is not any thing, And yet all being is; Being, being, being, Its burden and its bliss. How can I ever prove What it is I love? This happy happy love Is sieged with crying sorrows, Crushed beneath and above Between todays and morrows; A little paradise Held in the world's vice. And there it is content And careless as a child, And in imprisonment Flourishes sweet and wild; In wrong, beyond wrong, All the world's day long. This love a moment known For what I do not know And in a moment gone Is like the happy doe That keeps its perfect laws Between the tiger's paws And vindicates its cause.

In Love For Long - Edwin Muir (1887-1959); Definitions and Persuasions; Everyman’s Library Pocket Poet Love Poems