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charliejaneanders · 4 months
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Random writing thought: the best stories are often the ones that only you could have written — but also the ones that you could only write at this one moment.
I couldn't write All the Birds in the Sky from scratch now if I tried. But the me of 2013 couldn't have written The Prodigal Mother either.
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hmdeath · 1 year
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If you're a writer of fantasy, horror, or speculative fiction in general, reblog this! Looking for kindred spirits to follow!
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Managed almost 900 words today on the second book in my fairy tale retelling series! After a couple months of just feeling 'blah' and struggling to concentrate on anything my writing momentum is finally picking back up again. Just passed 11k total word count for this project and curious where it will end up at considering book one was almost 183k words.
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lauravanarendonkbaugh · 3 months
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Get some popcorn, because I'm about to tell another tale from Japanese history.
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(I like this terrible story.)
In AD 984, Prince Morasada ascended the Chrysanthemum Throne and became Emperor Kazan. He was 17 years old.
His mother was one of the influential Fujiwara clan, and "influential" is an insufficient word. The Fujiwara were tightly involved in imperial politics, married into every level of the royal family and holding most key ministerial positions. (In my Kitsune Tales stories, when Kaede takes the name of the Fujitani, that is my small nod to the Fujiwara of history.) Even today, over a millennium later, at the revered Kasuga Taisha in Nara (that's the Shintō shrine with the famous bowing deer), there is a gate that only the Fujiwara may use.
Fujiwara no Kaneie, Kazan's great-uncle, definitely had his fingers in all the political pies. But neither of Kazan's two principal consorts were Kaneie's daughters (one was a niece), so if either bore Kazan a son, Kaneie would not be entitled to a regent's position. There were two possible solutions: get an heir from one of Kaneie's daughters, or remove Kazan before he fathered an heir and replace him with someone in Kaneie's own line.
The opportunity opened in 985, when Kazan's favorite consort died, still in her teens. Fujiwara no Shishi was Kaneie's niece, but it was Kazan who mourned her. Beset by pressures of the competing ministers, grieving, and still only a teenager, Kazan likely fell into depression.
But Kazan's friend and cousin Michikane was there to support him. Michikane was only a few years older, and he knew well the pressures of the imperial court, being a Fifth Rank official himself. He empathized with Kazan and supported him in his increased religious studies, as Kazan sought solace in Buddhist teachings. When Kazan wondered aloud about leaving behind the world to follow a religious life, Michikane did not laugh, but encouraged him to think about it. When Kazan said he would like to become a monk, Michikane applauded his dedication. "And as the bonds between us are so strong," it is reported he said, "I will immediately join you, as a subject should serve his sovereign," and they would become monks together.
Plans were made, while Kaneie continued to apply political pressure. A message quietly passed to his two eldest sons prompted the three to take the imperial regalia -- the gods-gifts granting the divine right to rule -- out of the imperial palace and to Ichijō, son of a previous emperor. He was only 7; he would need a regent, and he was the son of Kaneie's daughter.
And finally, one summer midnight in 986, Kazan ordered his carriage out of the Sewing Hall Guard Gate. Some report that, as they rode out, Kazan hesitated. "Isn't this a bit hasty? Should we think it over?" But Michikane assured him he was doing the right thing, and further broke the news Kaneie had already sent the imperial regalia to his successor. Kazan conceded that there was no point to returning, and they went on to the temple Gangyō-ji.
Kazan shaved his head to take religious vows, but when he met his friend Michikane again, Michikane still had his hair. "I want to see my parents once more," Michikane explained through tears. (Culturally, he had a filial obligation to his parents, per Confucian teaching, and once he became a monk he would sever that connection. Wanting to see them once more was understandable.) "My parents won't prevent me from returning, though, and I'll come back soon to join you."
But Kazan, with slow realization, did not believe this last promise. He stared at Michikane. "You have deceived me."
"Why would I do such a thing?" Michikane protested. "I'll be back soon!" and then he left.
But the penny had dropped; Kazan now realized why Michikane would do such a thing. Michikane left the temple and joined the armed escort waiting for him, and they together rode home to his father, Fujiwara no Kaneie, regent to the new emperor.
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(And now, the commercial)
The Only The Dead Face North Kickstarter!
In Only The Dead Face North, a rumor that a missing imperial treasure was taken by Kazan as he abdicated by night and hidden along a religious pilgrimage route sends humans and yōkai racing to find it, not only for its monetary value but for political leverage in the young shōgunate.
You can back the new story here, getting your own copy for as little as $5, or get the previous stories in the series in this exclusive boxed set, available only direct and, in honor of the Kickstarter, currently discounted with 25% off with code BETRAY (through Feb 22, 2024).
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(And feel free to let me know if you enjoyed this bit of history!)
Find Me!
I'll be talking about history and my historical fantasy with Lost Without Japan, a podcast about visiting Japan and related cool topics. Watch for that episode the week of February 12, 2024.
And I'll join the fabulous World Anvil team on February 16 to discuss Kickstarter and projects. Watch us live at 1pm Eastern (find your local time here) or catch the replay.
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distortedsense · 1 month
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some different versions [art for The Day My Dream Died]
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transcendragon · 2 months
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Floating Isles Above, Empty Lakes Below - this art is from the world of my YA fantasy novel WIP “The Heavens Below”. The dragon is actually a character who the reader will eventually see in the novel… eventually.
My original art made in Procreate, image description in alt text
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proxydialogue · 3 months
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do i mark up the printed first draft of my novel with my glittery gellyroll pen? i think i do.
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raining-tulips · 3 months
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Last night at 11:44 pm I finished the first draft of book two of a trilogy I'm writing. Book two is 134,125 words. It is compiled from 17 different word documents. The word documents began in 2018. Before that, it was three handwriting notebooks from 8th grade.
When I say this series is my life work, that these characters are my flesh and blood, that creating this story is the reason i made it through...
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chickycherrycola · 2 months
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sip of snips 3/10 | silk
daily word game! rules can be found here!
sharing a little something from my original work this time rather than fanfic to shake things up a bit - it's a little 🔥spicy🔥 in nature, so i've put it under a cut just to be safe 😏
For a long time, we speak no more. In the silence that follows, I surrender myself to the sensations of this moment, let myself sink into each one - the rustle of the sheets beneath us with every shift of our bodies. The taste of her breath as our kiss deepens, as she sighs quiet whispers of encouragement into my mouth. The strands of her silvery hair slipping between my fingers, how it shimmers like starlight in the darkness. The muffled swish of fabric as layers of clothing are stripped away, piece by piece - the tattered silk of her gown, the soft cotton of her chemise, the leather belt wrapped around my waist. The chill of the air on my bare skin makes me painfully aware of the clothes that still cling to the rest of my body; my pants feel unbearably tight.
(also hello people of writeblr, i am a fanfic author trying to ease her way into the realm of original fiction! i'm drafting my first novel and will get around to a writeblr intro post one of these days.)
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advashaviv · 8 months
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12 days down, 13 to go, or: will I burn out? 🤔
I've been writing my novel for over 4.5 years now, on and off.
I'm close to the end now, which is when I traditionally begin to sabotage my own efforts... 🤦‍♀️ (Sounds familiar, anyone?... 😬)
Due to ADHD, my greatest fear is to lose interest - be pulled into the next shiny thing and desert it, and so I also made a point of sharing my writing journey (👋). That part has proved *very* helpful.
Still...
Writing, rewriting, having no time at all to write for weeks, which leads to months of putting off getting back to it... 😵
Long story short, I've picked up my beta readers' notes from 2 months ago and made a full plan of fixes I totally love, and for the last 12 (TWELVE!) days straight I have finished what I planned for the day in terms of writing!!! 😯
If I manage to keep that pace, I should be done with this version in just 13 more days - almost half done even now!! 🫢
Of course, that means I hardly accomplish anything else, and I also somewhat fear burnout, but...
Can't stop now!!!
Hopefully I'll just reach the end-line, then rest (How does one rest? 🤔)
Thank you for making me accountable for my writing, and fingers crossed! 😁
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saintastaeroth · 11 months
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Since my manuscript 'The Sea of Endless Ends' is finished, here is my favourite paragraph from the second-to-last chapter!
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charliejaneanders · 5 months
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Capitalism wants to assign a value to each of us, based on our ability to generate profit for the owner class. They want to turn each of us into assets, pieces of capital, and decide whether we're worth investing in. But we don't have to live that way, none of us do. We can live for ourselves and the people we love.
I'm revising my dang novel right now and this passage jumped out at me today for reasons
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khadrimxart · 8 months
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Neheirna isn't real. She's a product of experimentation and magic. An unholy abomination created only to follow the whims of her master. She can wield any element of magic, unlike natural born elves but has no will of her own.
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laurahepworth-author · 3 months
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I just finished writing a 15,301 word chapter…… I think it just might need a little splitting 😂.
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Feedback: "I don't like these names; foreign names are too hard to keep track of. And I thought this town name was a person name because they start with the same letter. You should change them."
Ah, yes, I remember now. This is why historical fantasy can be harder than second world fantasy.
(For the record, I'm not changing any real names or place names. I'm actually kinda proud that my historical fantasy is good historical fiction as well as good fantasy.)
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distortedsense · 1 month
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Art for my fantasy novel The Day My Dream Died
Other links: ao3 wattpad art prints
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