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i have reached the point in november where my brain feels like a lost boiled noodle
#limp#cold#and flavourless#nanowrimo#nano23#it speaks#13 years of doing nanowrimo you'd think i'd remember i always reach a point where my brain and hands refuse to cooperate with the goal#i have finished every day on track so far so help me god i will see the last three out#cannot believe my brain is failing me right as i get to write a sick fight scene
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Tumblr is apparently the last to know but:
I Hit 50,000!!!
I am too tired to write up much about this year’s NaNo, and I can’t promise I won’t be too tired to write about it generally but I’m so, so proud of how much I managed to put into this project. The writing is absolute garbage, half of the month is garbled dictation while I handled a flaring-up arm, but I can see the story behind it starting to take a beautiful shape and offer some concepts I can’t wait to explore when I get back to it.
But for now, after hitting my goal, attempting to celebrate with a treat and sending my blood sugar plummeting into an urgent low the likes of which I haven’t witnessed in many moons, and now after my second shower of the night to help recover from said low, I’m off to bed!
As always, a hearty Congratulations to everybody who participated this year! No matter where November took you, I think you have a right to be proud of the work you put into it. Here’s to another year of putting some words on a page!
#nanowrimo#nanowrimo 2023#I’m so tired rn and idk if it’s the adrenaline of trying to finish finally leaving my system#or the blood sugar shenanigans tonight#but wowowow#unlucky year 13: ✔️#teritalks
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NANO day 13
2424 words
78% done😁
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Forget what I said about fluff scenes, medical emergencies are my new favorite thing to write.
#my pov character is like 13 at this point and she has to figure out how to reduce her uncle’s swelling (after getting stamped on by a horse)#WITHOUT ice 😈😈#she may have also told him that she’ll have to ‘‘cut it off’’ and realizes too late that he didn’t know she meant his sock#god she’s going to be a great death midwife coming up I just know it#nanowrimo
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Today I worked on:
Ghost on the Couch: 420 words
Prompt submission 1: 220 words
Buried: 120 words
Planned: 700 words
Prompt submission 3: 140 words
Prompt submission 2: 80 words
#today I worked on#11/13/2022#nanowrimo#hmmm this is the first day I didn't work on disillusioned#honestly I'm just starting to get tired and I have a doctor's appointment in the morning#which makes me nervous and I usually don't write the night before an appointment like that#but i have to during nano#so I didn't write much tonight at all#but I can afford it since my daily par is decently low
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NaNoWriMo 2022: Day 18
My concentration has been crap today- I’m on my period, I’m still getting over a cold and my bipolar is being a little bit of a bitch (so mild hypomania I think).
I started doing some of my school work (finally!) and I got a little bit of writing done today. I’m posting early so I can go to bed early tonight. Sleep is supposed to help in most cases. UGH.
Also told one of my irl friends that I’m a lesbian and I don’t know how she took it so there’s that too. Who’s nervous??? (me because I think I should have waited to tell her :/)
November 18 word count: 2,365 words
NaNoWriMo 2022 Total To Date: 58,773 words
Excerpt:
We turned back to Miss Sarah Holburn who was trying her best not to cry; she had been our governess since we were six and eight years old; that was seven years now. She tried to stand up to Mama’s stubbornness and she lost out. But she already knew that she wouldn’t be paying for the price of a neglected education; Rosie and I would. We’d be ignorant, rude, unrefined, prideful, vain and all the worst qualities imaginable. We would, in short, become our worst selves. It hurt Miss Holburn that Mama was choosing this path for us. She thought it would be better if we were pretty little fools or in my case, just a plain fool.
“I have watched you both grow up and I’m proud of you girls. I know you both have your faults, but you’re both very spirited girls. Don’t ever give that up; certainly not for anyone else. Women need to be strong to survive in this world. You need to have some fight in you. And you can be both feminine and strong willed. Strength is a trait that even the most ladylike can properly possess.” She looked to Rosie as she said this. But then she looked to me with the same smile- “There isn’t one right way to be a woman either. You can be a masculine woman and that can become you more than trying to force yourself to be something you’re not. It may not be typical but it’s not wrong, just different. And different can be a powerful, beautiful thing.”
Rosie stood up straighter to hear these words; I felt compelled to too. Rosie was not usually a crier but she started up again. She ran forward and threw her arms around Miss Holburn. My vision grew blurry looking at them; oh, I suppose that Rosie’s tears and Miss Holburn’s words inspired this in me. No other woman ever told me that I was fine like this. They usually didn’t know what to do with me and that was on the nicer end of the reactions I’ve received.
Someone once told Mama that she ought not bring me to parties with her because I’d give other girls bad ideas but she slapped that woman across the face and screamed at her. Papa and I had to pull her off the other woman. It didn’t help that she had too much to drink that night. She kept tearfully apologizing to me in the carriage ride home. She kept bumping into Papa’s arm as the road was uneven. He looked out the window and seemed quietly amused by the stars passing us by. Rosie was sleeping curled up to my side, snoring a little lightly.
She danced herself dizzy because she was one of the prettiest girls there easily. We hadn’t debuted yet but the soldiers did not care. Rosie danced with everyone who asked. And a girl who thought I was a boy asked me to go around the floor with her. I didn’t deny her request, hoping that maybe she wouldn’t realize I was also a girl. I was afraid of how she’d react if she knew. We went around a few numbers; it was so much fun, I forgot to stop. She kept going with me.
“You’re the best looking boy here.” She said and kissed my cheek when no one was looking. “Thanks for all those turns. I was trying to avoid someone else. Don’t worry, honey, I don’t like him at all.” She pressed her calling card into my hand.
“Maybe if you come to the next dance, you’ll save a turn for me?” She smiled and I felt a flutter of butterflies wings in my chest. Before I could promise the lovely lady anything, my sister came out of nowhere and seemed intent on coming up to me.
“Matilda! There you are.” Rosie bowled into me without realizing what she had done.
I looked to the beautiful girl who danced with me, in frantic agony; so much hope flew up through me. She only sweetly smiled and winked. She knew? And she still danced with me, flirted with and kissed me? I was stunned momentarily and didn’t hear Rosie talking at me; instead I watched that girl walking away into the crowd. She knew I was another girl; she purposely approached me and asked me to dance. Perhaps, I didn’t have to be a spinster after all. I didn’t yet know how I’d use what I learned; there are other women who like women. I’m not the only girl in the world like this.
#13 year old Matilda realizes that she likes girls#Tilly: The Progress of Victorian Lesbian and Female Huband#nanowrimo#nanowrimo 2022#my writing#victorian lesbians#lesbian characters#period drama#classic sequel#historic fiction#there is no one right way to be a woman#Miss Holburn's another good side character that I like#she's the first governess and Agnes replaces her#but Rosalie and Matilda actually liked her which is why they oppose Agnes#again they're still teenagers when she shows up#wip#current wip#lesbian writer#writeblr#also Matilda was pretty sheltered growing up she lived on a English country estate in the mid 1800s#so it takes her a while to realize that lesbians exist
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NaNoWriMo Word Count Update
Words Written Today: 2,843
Words Written Total: 50,247
Ta-da! 50K reached! But I’m not done with Arise Again, not by a long shot.
Daily word counts are going to drop a bit after this, probably, but I still intend to get as many chapters written as possible for the rest of the month. It helps that I completed the outline for the rest of the story this morning!
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you know it's serious when it's nano and you're struggling, so instead of dreaming about writing your story you dream about writing companion pieces to it...........
#suze and bee finding out about the whole timeless child thing. bc that's not gonna happen until they're older.#tHE STORYLINE OF SUZE AND J**** (which im making canon bc i accidentally made a painting of it so whoops now j**** is in my fanfic)#BEE AS A TWENTY-SOMETHING TRAVELLING IN THEIR (and suze's) TARDIS#just... bee's whole gender thing. idk how i feel about bee as a name except it's iconic but like i haven't used it much throughout the stor#(but oh well that's what revisions are for)#aND JUST NOW I SO BADLY WANTED TO WRITE YAZ AS A TWENTY YO WITH A CRUSH ON 13 WHO THEN COMES BACK WITH HER DEAD WIFE AND THEN RAISES A KID#NEXT DOOR TO YAZ#like. GIRL. im so interested in what thoughts you're having omg#twin stars#nanowrimo 2023#my posts
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this might be the most sporadic word count i've seen
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NaNoWriMo, Day 13
I've fallen behind on updating the blog. I have not fallen behind on updating my words. I feel like I've struck some kind of Faustian bargain, where the words happen regardless of what happens to my brain.
Today, at work, I had a small anxiety attack. It happens. Afterwards, I sat down and slapped together another thousand words. How did I do this? Are the words any good? How am I still writing anything, when doing so is clearly stressing me out?
Somehow, I managed to hit word count exactly, today. I need to do one more push. I just... I need to know I am far enough ahead of par that I can afford a day off. Maybe that's the answer to two out of three of my questions.
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ya know what?
I'm too lazy for this lol
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(daily affirmation) as soon as i finish my fucked up little story it's over for you people
#i was going to nanowrimo it. i've written 300 words this month. rip#i do NOT have the warrior's constitution#but. i am persisting. if it takes me all year so fucking be it#why did i of all people decide to write a 13 chapter story that is only publishable once complete...#nope that's the devil talking. i am a creature of hubris and it takes as long as it takes#the time will pass anyway!!!
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👻💀Happy Halloween! 🎃🦇
The Shadow Monster by Maria L. Berg 2023
If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I am responding to the prompts from Show Off Your Costumes.
For today’s image prompt I thought it would be fun to have a “Costume Contest” of the photographs I took this month in response to the prompts. The photos on this page are my three favorites.
Reaching From the Grave by Maria L. Berg 2023
OctPoWriMo…
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#OctPoWriMo#Writober#13 Days of Samhein#fun#Halloween#Halloween decorations#NaNoWriMo#NaNoWriMo prep#new poem#OctPoWriMo 2023#writing horror#Writober 2023
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An Ode to Long Hair
You’re proof of life, despite being dead
And in time you’ll grow on my head
If I wait long enough
People look better when they are with you
I mean no offence; I’ll give bald folks tissues
They’re just not up to snuff
Making men prettier
Even better nonlinear
(curly I mean)
You’re not insignificant
Only magnificent
Whenever you’re seen
Ever stronger the more you grow
Seeming sometimes even to glow
But I don’t care
Someone may be ugly
Still there I’ll stand smugly
As long as there’s more than a little hair.
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Lemon Squares in All Dimensions, NaNoWriMo Excerpt #13
“Oh, yes,” SARA agreed. She hefted Peter’s corpse over her shoulder. Celia’s mouth dropped open, but, before she could protest, SARA replied, “we are stealing his car, unless you can think of an easier way to get to the city. It will only activate if we have his fingerprints.”
“I know,” said Celia quietly, gazing at the gray, motionless face of the man she had once loved. “I remember.”
She also remembered– or had been programmed to remember– riding in that car for the very first time, when Peter was dazzling, and new, and forbidden. He had flown the two of them beyond the city limits, windows open, and started coasting over the ocean. Sunset dyed the choppy waves crimson, and Celia had laughed, exhilarated by the speed, the strong, salty wind on her cheeks, in her hair. Peter had grinned at her, a glint of mischief in his bright eyes–
The memory was eclipsed by the rotting present, by Peter’s slack jaw, the melted look of his wrinkles, the lankness of his tangled gray hair, the colorlessness of his staring eyes. But, when she followed SARA into the garage, Celia saw that the car was exactly as she remembered: sleek and shining, the same bright blue Peter’s eyes had once been.
Peter had loved that car, refusing to replace it with a faster, more economical model countless times. There was little need to drive anywhere, anyway, he had explained. The move to the inner ring had rendered it practically ornamental. A modern car would have been able to detect its owners pulse and body temperature in addition to recognizing a fingerprint, but this simple relic of a more trusting time opened at a touch, and SARA and Celia got inside.
Much to Celia’s dismay, SARA tossed Peter’s body in the backseat. “SARA!”
SARA, who was fastening her seatbelt, did not look over. “Yes?”
“Why did you do that?”
“Why did I do what?”
Celia dragged a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. Jamie. All that mattered was saving Jamie. “Nothing,” she sighed, smoothing her hair back down. “Never mind.”
“Alrighty,” said SARA pleasantly. She closed the driver’s side door, placed her hands on the steering wheel, and stared blankly ahead for several seconds. Then she turned to Celia. “It has occurred to me that I do not know how to drive.”
Celia got out of the car and crossed over to the driver’s side, emitting a soft, strangled scream all the while. “Out,” she commanded SARA, who obliged. “I’ll do it.”
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mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]
mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely
mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note
mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena
mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us
mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]
mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys
mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker
mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die
mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey
mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast
mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.
mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER
mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree
mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world
mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!
mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all
mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens
mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys
mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way
mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what
mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife
mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband
mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me
mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve
mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,
mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol
mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport
mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.
mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!
mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back
mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]
mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho
mutual 4: WHAT
mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time
mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point
mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?
mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?
mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it
mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!
mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena
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