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the problem with making competent characters is you have to eventually show them being competent, and unfortunately my brain doesn’t work that way.

#back at the coffee shop

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I think it’s kind of a given that with no updates I won’t be finishing or winning NaNo this year. Anxiety kind of spiked real bad at the beginning of the month and after that I went on a vacation to see some family and there was no hope of catching up. 

Maybe next year!

#the cat meows

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me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier

#inspo

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instagram | clangart

#wtftm aesthetics

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Sometimes I don’t mind being alone. Sometimes I relish in the quiet behind the locked door of my house. In the minute sounds that soak in the rugs on the stairs and cushions on the couch. On days like this, the sound of a bird outside is a gentle melody and the flip of a page from the book I’m reading is a whisper. Sometimes it’s an alarm and crack of lightening and I’m startled into a reality that I thought I was comfortable in. 

There is comfort in quiet after a long day. There is a peacefulness to being alone after working with large groups. 

There is an uneasiness to dark rooms. There is something unsettling in echoing walls. 

Sometimes I do mind being alone. I bring my dinner to my table, made solely by me and to be consumed, also, entirely by me the hands that hold my bowl are, suddenly, not mine. Except they are, just, not my hands yet. I don’t know how old she is - five years older, maybe ten years - but the bowl is the same shape and size as the one I know I’ve gotten from my grandfather and the table is still the same one purchased from an online overstock warehouse and the only thing that’s changed is the wrinkles across her knuckles and I have to wonder -

Is she still alone?

Is the room she eats in dark? Is it quiet? Does she have friends she can invite every so often, to fill the looming and lingering uneasiness? Is there another room with a light on, with furniture that’s their own or, even, possibly, shared? 

Is she alone?

Is she comfortable? 

Or is she still lonely?

#the cat meows

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Under new ownership. Coming soon. Grand opening next month. 

Adam walked closer and pulled a hand out of the warm refuge of his pocket to run a finger across the lettering [of the sign plastered].The ink was dry and the paper firm. A real thing then, he thought, and lifted his hand to shade his eyes, squinting, as he pressed his face against the glass. The inside looked just as it had a week ago - back when the original sign was still up: barren. Empty. Lonely. 

Whoever had purchased it had done it recently... and had done little else after that. The floors were dirty and the glass was dusty and the counter from the previous owner was still painted in rough, vegetable-like shapes and colors of their prominent, organic, selling points. The lights that hung from the ceiling were still the same, ancient chandeliers and the bulbs were broken. 

Adam took a breath as he took a step back and rubbed the cold from the glass from his nose with the back of his hand. It would make a good pizza place, really, he thought, turning on his heel to get back to his own, running, shop. Maybe he could make friends with the owner, too, like he had with Martin. The two of them - or even the three of them, if Martin gave up his stubborn attitude - could take their lunch breaks outside, enjoying the afternoon with the sunlight fully spread out across the street and a slice of hot, cheesy pizza in their hands. 

#the cat meows #wtftm snippets #snippets #nano 2k21

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The weekends were different. It was a time for errand running. For last minute gift shopping. For a quick treat after a week well spent. Adam would open early and flick the lights on in his shop to encourage the morning shoppers in through the doors. He was no Martin, who played to the workaholics demands with caffeine and chocolate pastries. He was no Devin, able to peer into a lesser man's wants and desires, coaxing them behind the drawn curtain to read their dreams of fame and fortune and love. He wasn't Sasha, either, loving the things she collected and demonstrating so to the others who enjoyed lost and broken things. 

Adam had other charms, he supposed. A nice smile. A welcoming scent. Still nothing as good as fresh coffee but the spice of a good flower or two was pleasant on its own. 

And, then there was....well, what was it?

"Is that shop still for sale?" Adam asked, leaning forward to peer down the line of stores. Martin's bakery led the front of the battalion, with Adam's flower shop taking up the next spot. Devin's metaphysical shop was next door and Sasha came up next. At the rear was a store that had been closed and empty for as long as Adam could remember. Brands had come and gone but the shoppers always went left, not right in through the doors, and whatever flavor of the week tried to settle into the little corner mall never stayed for long. 

#the cat meows #nano 2k21 #wtftm snippets #snippets

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GOOD LUCK TO ALL MY BUDDIES DOING NANO, HOWEVER YOU’RE DOING IT 💞 GO FORTH AND CRUSH IT

#nano2k21

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Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

#this came up again in passing and i am....still so full when i read it

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no thoughts word doc empty

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North Stitch - the newly started fashion line by Dakota. The small clothing store fills up the last store on the very end of the outlet mall Adam’s flower shop occupies. It’s a gender neutral clothing line with a very open arrangement and minimalistic, modern interior. 

#the cat meows #wtftm talk

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One of my favorite tricks for designing alien species/cultures is to take a real animal with an interesting lifecycle and think about what that biology would translate to if they had human intelligence

#advice #worldbuilding #reference

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Adam’s house is a brightly lit small, and cozy space. Originally owned by an elderly women, Adam saw charm in the old kitchen and painted walls and kept them as they were when he rented it out. There’s only one bedroom, a large living space, and a little kitchen. The furniture is worn but comfortable, and covered in blankets and cat hair from a fluffy Siamese named Princess.

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#the cat meows #wtftm talk #wtftm ocs #oc adam

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The Green Room

The flower shop Adam owns and works. It’s one of the many small open shops squished in a line making up an outlet mall off one of the bus streets of the city. A bakery sits on one side of The Green Room with a metaphysical shop on the other.  [x][x][x]

#the cat meows #wtftm talk

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me: i’ll post all of october moodboards and snippets to inspire my nano project

me: doesn’t do that

#the cat meows

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NaNo 2021 Reveal: What the Flowers Told Me

Genre: Romance Subgrene: LGBTAQ+ Intended Audience: Adult LGBTAQ+ Fiction

Adam knows a lot about flowers. He should, considering he owns one of the town’s more popular flower shops. He understands their moods, their preferred lighting, differences in soil types, but what he doesn’t understand is Dakota. He knows what the bouquets of sunflowers and forget-me-nots symbolize, but not why Dakota keeps giving them to him. He also doesn’t know how to tell Dakota he’s asexual. Maybe a striped carnation? How about geraniums?

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That’s right, we’re back with another romance! Follow Adam’s confusion around his shop, along with a curious Dakota, as the two try to figure out each other - and their feelings! - through tropes, cliches, and flowers! An asexual romance that’s meant to be lighthearted, a little silly, and a lot of wholesome. 

You may remember the title and this year I’m actually putting ideas to paper! All throughout the month of October I’ll be (re)introducing characters, tossing out scenary ideas, and talking about some plot to get ready for November!

#the cat meows #wtftm talk #wip reintroduction

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Tonight on My Husband Doesn’t Know How to Baby Talk

“Ma’am, are you aware that these, right here are your hands? They belong to you. And you get to decide what happens with them. So when you use these hands to pull your binky out of your mouth that is not necessarily a dad problem. I’ll fix it obviously i just want you to acknowledge it’s not my fault”

#rvc oc #rvc savill