#Lit Fic

[lets-get-lit]

It can be really exasperating to look back at your past. What’s the matter with you? I want to ask her, my younger self, shaking her shoulder. If I did that, she would probably cry. Maybe I would cry, too.

- Elif Batuman, The Idiot

#quotes #books #literature #lit #classics #academia #light academia #dark academia #chaotic academia #book #book quotes #quotation #Elif Bautman #Batuman #The Idiot #Fiction #Lit Fic

[sideshrimp]

my forever obsession

#books #book quotes #bookblr #reader #bunny mona awad #literature #lit fic #mona awad #recommended books

[cafeblossomss]

if youre an academia, literature, cottagecore, cozy, vintage, or plant blog, REBLOG THIS PLS!!

i’m desperate for new people to follow and idk how else to find active accounts

#mine #dark academia #cottage academia #light academia aesthetic #chaotic academia #light academia #green academia #classic academia #academia #cottagecore #cottage core #booklbr #reading #bibliophile #classic literature #literature #literary fiction #lit fic

[musingsbycaitlin]

HEY! Writeblr Intro!!!

Hi, my name is Caitlin, and I’m a third year Creative Writing student in rainy England. I’ve got a couple WIPs but none are set in stone so you’ll have to bear with me for a while haha.

- I’m here for a good time so my writing is solely based on my mood and vibe at the time, please do not expect consistency.

- I write short stories mainly but am trying to branch out into novels so you’ll hopefully be seeing a bit more of that in the future.

- I am a university student with anxiety and decision fatigue so things change drastically around here every so often but I promise if I go quiet I will come back.

Let’s get into the WIPs (these will be constantly edited and changing) and feel free to ask me any questions about any of them, even ones that might have been removed from this list if you’re interested.

IF I GIVE UP, SO MUST YOU - a Wild West literary fiction novel

STATUS: currently drafting (on hiatus)

GENRE: literary fiction, sapphic romance(?)

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 3,995

Okay, so a bit of info about this project. I started writing it a bit ago purely because I wanted to write a Wild West novel and then it turned sapphic and then it became literary. It follows an unnamed narrator as she navigates life outside of her small town after she is targeted by bandits in a raid. A coming of age novel that explores what it means to figure things out for yourself whilst battling with false truths engrained into your from a young age.

NIGHT SWIMMING (working title) - a short story collection

STATUS: literally haven’t even started :/

GENRE: literary, horror, surrealist

This collection is my version of NaNoWriMo this year because there is no way I can feasibly write a novel in a month where I also have to write my dissertation first draft and three other short stories like no. I’m hoping to do an update on my page whenever a story is complete, so I will also update this section to include the names of all the stories going in. Stay posted is all I’m saying ;). All I know is I want it to explore the everyday in a surrealist way (as most of my stories do).

DAMAGED GOODS - a dystopian sci-fi novel

STATUS: currently drafting (on hiatus)

GENRE: dystopian, sci-if, speculative

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 2,323

So, I haven’t done an intro post to this yet simply because I had to put it to one side once university started again. A brief summary is this: Auden, an average guy, husband, and father, has gotten into a dreadful car accident. In this society, however, surgery is replaced with metal transplantation. Due to Auden’s extensive injuries, he now must live in suburbia with a completely metal head, arm, and leg.

I’m super happy with this concept and the initial 2,000 words I’ve got I’m pretty okay with. The main issue is where to take it and if it will be a full novel or more of a novella.

EAT YOUR YOUNG - a gothic horror novella

STATUS: currently drafting

GENRE: gothic horror

CURRENT WORD COUNT: 4,950

I haven’t done an intro for this project because I honestly wasn’t sure I’d return to it but the spooky season is upon us and I really want to get back into writing this. Brief Summary: Mr Gerard is an accountant hired by the Heron Manor estate to deal with the affairs of the three sisters residing there after a mysterious death of the man of the house.

This is going to me my main personal priority other than my short stories for now and I’ll try to get an intro out soon.

Okay, so that’s all for me folks. Like I said, any questions please feel free to send me an ask or a message, don’t be a stranger. As a writer I always wanna talk about my projects, OCs, and anything else writing craft related!

I’m tagging some mutuals, if you wish to be tagged or removed :( - let me know x

@annlillyjose @dallonwrites @aesa @winterandwords @iannicellis @isherwoodj

#writeblr #my writing #writeblr intro #wip #short fiction #lit fic

[chargoeson]

My First Writeblr- An Introduction

I’ve used tumblr on and off for over ten years but wanted a blank slate now in time for NaNoWriMo 2023 and all the future writing projects I’m devoting myself to. Also highly inspired by all the cool writing blogs I’ve discovered so far since restarting this account <3

About Me:

My name is Char or Charlotte (she/her), I’m 24 and live in the Pacific Northwest in the US

I write literary fiction now, but have kept up various personal essay projects and poetry over the years primarily through my private newsletter!

I have a Bachelor’s degree in English Language and Lit with a soft spot for the Gothic and Romantic eras.

Nothing published yet, but since I am finally out of school I am entering a new phase of creative freedom that feels very encouraging.

Fun extras: I’m a virgo sun, pisces moon (yes, it does hurt), my cat’s name is Brad, I am also a fiber artist, musician, home renovator, perfume enthusiast, and chronic illness advocate.

My WIPs:

Project Amgydala (tentative title: Ballad of a Blue Whale) Novella- Literary Fiction/Surrealism Status- Draft 1 complete at around 33,000 words 2024 Goal- First revision/draft 2 Synopsis- Maren Hara, a recent graduate, moves back in with her father and turns completely inward. She removes herself from the life she created throughout university and begins walking from sunset to sunrise, looking for something she cannot put her finger on. This leads her to Devereaux's Salvation, a jazz bar seemingly from another era, whose eager manager and illusive owner begin to crack through Maren's walls and bring her back into humanity.

Project Corvidae (tentative title: I Want to Build a Home with You) Undetermined- Literary Fiction/Light Mystery/Horror Status- Plotting and beginning first draft 2024 Goal- Complete outlines and give draft 1 my best shot Synopsis- In the wake of the death of her family matriarch, portrait painter and former performance art prodigy Leonie Richards finds herself on the receiving end of her grandmothers vast literary legacy and her eclectic, spirit filled home. Alongside her uncle, the art store clerk, and a host of portrait clients she begins to unlock the secrets of the final years of her grandmother's life.

Mind Over Matter- this is actually backstory for Leonie from Project Corvidae and seeks to shed light on her past performance art pieces and the relationship between her and her grandmother. Light body horror, unsettling women, the works. One of These Nights- a slice of life, Murakami-inspired piece of an American expat living in Tokyo trying to ground herself within a new language. Digs into themes of friendship and social anxiety. Lots of fun music cameos. a green pea moon- my FAVORITE. My little baby. A surrealist romp through the dream world and how it relates to the joy and fear of being queer and letting yourself be loved. Near and dear to my heart.

taglist: @annlillyjose @coffeeandcalligraphy @subtlefires @belovedviolence @onomatopiya

#writer #nanowrimo #author #writerblr #creative writing #novel writing #nano 2023 #lit fic #writers on tumblr

[windowsandfeelings]

Casualties chapter 4, "Tonight Sucked":

“I know I don’t have the most…stellar track record when it comes to you and Jess, but I can try,” Lorelai says. “You’re not in high school anymore, and he’s…he grew up pretty good.” “He grew up great.” The sentence tumbles out of her mouth before she can stop it. “That’s a pretty strong statement.” “It’s true.” She opens her eyes again, and Lorelai is staring at her, her eyes a mirror of Rory’s. Maybe a bit less glassy. “He’s so…he’s stable. He grew up, and he got his life together, and he’s so successful—do you know his last book made the New York Times best-seller list? He was on it for weeks! And he’s thoughtful, and funny, and he talks more than he ever did when we were teenagers—I mean to other people, he always talked to me,” she corrects herself. “He gets along with Lane and the band, and with Paris and Doyle, and he has these friends back in Philly, Matthew and Chris, and when he talks about them it’s like a lamp turns on inside of him. He’s got all of this extra warmth to him now, but he’s still wry and sarcastic and himself, and when he looks at me it feels like…it feels like all of my internal organs are being incinerated. But it feels so good that I don’t want it to stop.” She pauses to catch her breath. “Wow,” Lorelai says. She nods. “Wow.”

Happy New Year! I finally got over my extreme writer's block when it came to this story. So appreciative of those who waited patiently for that to happen, I really didn't mean for it to take ten months.

Chapter 4 includes: seasons, uncomfortable dinners, (actual) casual dating, personal growth, the NYC literary calendar, a second Parisian salon, and an actual ending. Hope you all enjoy!

#gilmore girls #literati #lit fic #jess x rory #I can't believe I actually got this done finally #just under the wire to consider it a 2023 accomplishment

[princessdave]

I’m suffering. I read a lit fic book that’s 10 years old and has nearly no presence on Tumblr, but I’m obsessed with it and have no content to focus this obsession on. No one to rant about it with. No fan art. My brain is rotting without purpose like the spinach in your fridge you told yourself you were going to finish.

Sigh

Anyways, Everything I Never Told You was really good, read it if you want to I guess. I’m gonna be thinking about two of the characters forever and the last quarter of it altered my brain chemistry.

#everything I never told you #lit fic #nath lee #jack wolff #hannah lee deserves the world

[orangesageprincess]

Have you read A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara?

That book read me to be honest

#a little life #hanya yanagihara #bookblr #lit fic

[lostlitany]

Love Like You

By Lost Litany

Bakugou knows one day he’ll lose track of how many times Kirishima has saved him. And the redhead’s services go beyond merely reaching out to him from a dark hopeless sky. He slowly broke through Bakugou’s walls and planted himself as a constant in his life. Now Bakugou knows he can always count on Kirishima to help him make new friends, understand his emotions, and yes, even escape from villains. Bakugou knows he can never repay what Kirishima has openly and reliably provided for him, but when he sees the redhead struggling with his own demons, he’ll do his damn hardest to make the redhead feel just as safe and loved. If Bakugou is even half of the man that Kirishima sees in him, he could do just about anything. Or: 5 times Kirishima showed Bakugou how to love others, and 1 time Bakugou showed Kirishima how to love himself.

Incomplete - 24,386 Words - 4/6 Chapters Rated Teen - No Archive Warnings Apply

Kiribaku, Bakugou, Kirishima, Mitsuki, Masaru, Kirishima's Family, Kaminari, Sero, Ashido, Swearing, Mitsuki's Questionable Parenting, 5+1, Fluff, Angst, Nightmares, Bakusquad Shenanigans,

#lit fic #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #fanfic #mha #bnha

[theauthorpaula]

(via Distorted Perceptions Novel: Available Now)

#new adult fic #new adult fiction #lit fic #general fiction #addiction recovery #surviving abuse #paula puddephatt #distorted perceptions

[lady-grace-pens]

WIP Re-Intro: Follies of Devotion

Genre: new adult. lit fic. romance. drama. elements of thriller/suspense.

Status: hiatus before editing

POV: 1st person present

CW: death. controlling abusive partner. violence. some smoking and alcohol. some language. occasional sex scenes (not erotic but still present.)

Themes: love vs possession. the importance of self-respect. recognizing past wounds and the bumpy road to healing. identity, emotions, and nostalgia. power in femininity. desire is violent.

Blurb: Upon the unexpected return of her one and only ex Arthur, college junior Emily Perkins is forced to face the past she worked so hard to repress in the years since their breakup. Their lingering chemistry sparks questions about her life, her identity, and what experience she truly wants out of the world. On the verge of discovering her answers, the longstanding issues of jealousy brewing with her current boyfriend Matthieu come to a head, undoing everything. What appears as a simple choice between two men comes with a price tag none may be willing to pay.

Vibes: dark academia but make it southern. old hollywood films. electro swing. a deck of cards, the joker facing up. student government. running barefoot through the woods. small towns. gossip. the local creek. a university born from the wreckage of a cathedral. statues looming round every corner. secret meetings. a masquerade. love letters in brown ink, nearly forgotten. the ache of nostalgia. mirrors. hunger pains. rotting in your bed. whispering to a goddess that might not be there.

Playlist: X

Character Intros: 1 2 3

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @flowerprose @serafyyn @wordwizards @isabellebissonrouthier

#writeblr #my wip #my writing wip #romance #lit fic #suspence #writblr #writing #creative writing #writers of tumblr #wip intro #wip: foad #wip: follies

[emabatis]

WIP Extract

I was tagged by @ahordeofwasps. Thank you! Here's a long-ish one from the Icy Wip:

It wasn’t that Dahlia was bad with words, it was just that she was bad with words on paper. Very few of them looked at all like how they sounded, and the rest looked miserable in a way she couldn’t understand, so she got caught in the letters as individuals, and not as parts of a word, and once she got the word together, she thought of the words as individuals, and not as parts of a sentence. Words were much better suited to sound, in Dahlia’s opinion.

For example, Mother liked to use the word “gaunt,” usually to describe herself and Dahlia. Dahlia had never looked it up in the dictionary or asked what it meant, but she had a good idea based on how it sounded. The dull “G” and the crisp ending “T” that was usually dulled to a “D” in other words, but in this case was too dramatic not to enunciate - they were the same beginning and ending consonants as “ghost.” The “aun,” with the “au” sound making her widen her mouth and hollow her cheeks out just a bit, the vowel looming somewhere in the back of her throat, a bit too close to her nose, then closing before they could get too long with that non-sound “N.” It was definitely a bony word, or hollow then sharp, like a cave.

I'm no-pressure tagging @sarandipitywrites @lettylikestowrite @simonnebethel and anyone else who wants to participate!

#my fiction #writeblr #excerpts #the icy wip #writing #writers on tumblr #lit fic

[perennialwitness]

The Real OG(an excerpt)

Please say the following aloud:

When you’re here, 

You’re family. 

If your mind made the connection to Olive Garden just now then we probably come from a similar background. Semi-suburban– too far to take public transit into the city, close enough to drive. Forty-five minutes, with no traffic. And we all know there’s no such thing as ‘no traffic’, only varying levels of density. The freeways more like rivers than roads, their red halogen flood line rising and falling with the moon and the weather. Kept fed by a sprawl of Commuter Towns, their  farthest edges in constant creeping development.

I grew up in one of these places, vast stretches of single-family homes connected by high-speed stroads. A town with clearly delineated lines between the Blacks and the Whites, everyone else fell somewhere in between. Then there were Subsections within that for the rich(meaning they more than likely owned their home) and the poor(straight down past section 8 and into the dusty outskirts). Streets would change suddenly from one to the next. The asphalt under your feet rapidly degrading as you made your way toward the Blacker, Poorer side of town. It mattered that you knew this. It was a way to communicate things oftentimes hard to say aloud. For instance, I lived on the poor Black side and went to school on the poor White side. Anyway,

Growing up, family events that warranted a drive to the city were rare. If it was your birthday, graduation, funeral, divorce– didn’t matter, there were only a handful of places to celebrate, all of them inhabiting the same mile long shopping plaza. There was; Applebees, famous for their happy hour specials. Chevy’s, Tex-mex where they make the tortillas out in the middle of the restaurant, which had the appearance of a beach cabana. Sizzler or Red Lobster if you were feeling extra spendy(dim lights, lots of wood grain, for date nights and so forth). And then there was the Olive Garden, which was reserved for nights when you really wanted to fill up. 

“Ain’t no bigger bang for your buck than Olive Garden on a coupon,” My step-dad would say then he’d rap his overstuffed wallet against the table and let out the hoarse rattle that was his laugh. He was right, if you were smart about it you could make one dinner last three days easy. 

Truth be told the food is barely food, classic recipes trimmed down to the bare necessities as a way of cutting costs and increasing turnover. Heapings upon heapings of pasta swimming in sauces brewed by the vat. Bread sticks, soggy with butter and oil, coming out in the dozens from the kitchen like clockwork. Servers in a mad dash to ensure every table’s basket full, lest they screech about meal comps, how they were advertised endless breadsticks and how they would sue if they weren’t offered compensation.

Bigger bang, bigger buck. 

To their credit the owners of the Olive Garden had tried to keep the place classy. The walls were painted to look like the cracked plaster of a Mediterranean villa, there were “stone” columns wrapped with vine decorations, arranged by someone unconcerned with structural support. Italian-sounding string accompaniments droned over the PA to complete the immersion. It was, all things considered, a nice place to bring the kids. And my parents, swept up in the fantasy, would drink wine there, instead of their usual Whiskeys and Vodka Sodas. They’d pretend they were in love, and we-- the kids I mean-- we tried our best to behave like “family”.

In my adulthood I avoided these places. Not because I cared about the quality, I don’t have qualms with cheap bad food. My aversion was psychological. These chains represented a place and a lifestyle that I couldn’t return to. The make-believe of it all. The gamified domesticity. It isn’t simple to correct your vision, removing the blinders is painful, seeing the truth of things deteriorates the sense of self. There’s just too much comfort in familiarity. So easy to lull oneself back to sleep amongst the herd, so more than anything else what I feared was regression.

#writing #black literature #creative writing #short story #writeblr #black writers #lit fic #fiction #short stories #readers #publishing #realism #spilled ink

[cafeblossomss]

idk who needs to hear this, but all books count as “reading”.

just because you read classics or litfic, doesn’t mean youre reading is better than anyone else’s

just because you read graphic novels or manga doesn’t mean you’re reading any less than anyone

just because you read romance or fantasy doesn’t mean your preference is less legitimate

ALL BOOKS COUNT AS BOOK

no book is better than any other book

it’s just a book

i’m tired of yall gatekeeping reading

#mine #random thoughts #text post #classic literature #literature #lit #lit fic #reading #romance #manga #booklbr #bookstagram

[musingsbycaitlin]

WIP Intro - The Greyhound Club, a novel

Hi, hello, welcome to another wip. I haven’t done one of these in ages but I finally have some new ideas thanks to uni.

The Greyhound Club is a science fiction, literary novel that follows lab tech Gwen as she uncovers the perhaps unsavoury and sinister goings on within the company she works for. Her role within the company is to help engineer and develop the science behind robotic, ai carers for the elderly or injured. However, is there something more to her job that she isn’t being told? And will the new hire she is charged with training help lead her to uncovering the truth behind it all? Who is the elusive and elitist Greyhound Club that consists of the ‘best’ employees from each department, and what do they really do to deserve all of those benefits? Does it have anything to do with Gwen’s experiments? What is the price for finding out the truth?

Genre: science fiction, literary, horror

Setting: undetermined city in England, 2026/a few years in the future

POV: first person, present tense

Status: initial drafting/planning

Vibes/Aesthetics: smog covered motorways, the sizzle of stubbing out a cigarette, a half-filled car park, drawing frowny faces on frosted windows, clicking of a mouse, Uncle Sam posters ripped in half, dead rose bushes, choking on a plastic bag, twisting an ankle, spit on concrete, the smell after rain, dew lined skin, stainless steel, half-fogged glasses.

Unfortunately I can’t post an extract here yet since the assignment is still ongoing but after the hand-in in May I will update with some extracts. But I’m really happy with this idea overall and I think the vibes are super different to things I’ve written before. I tend to go really bloody and gory with horror and the vibes usually have more colour and pigmentation, however with this one I really wanted to mute everything down to the minimum and see what I could extract from those small moments and what will arise from the nothingness. I have also never specifically set a story in England, where I’m from, and I found that so unusual since I have never been to America or any other place I seem to gravitate to when coming up with settings. So rainy England seemed a perfect change of pace. I’ve also been listening to a new album in order to help visualise and get in the headspace of the story more so if you want an even more explicit depiction of the vibes then listen to Kesha’s album, Gag Order.

I’m hoping to be doing small updates on this as I get further through the drafting process as part of my assignment (which is only 3000-3500 words) and try and be a bit more consistent on this one because I really see this going all the way. Idk, I might be delusional but a little doesn’t hurt.

If you have questions then please ask cos I love talking about my work and my characters and my vibes. Also if anyone has any comp titles that would be really appreciated cos I don’t read much sci-fi. And of course if you want to added to the taglist then please let me know.

Taglist:

@annlillyjose @dallonwrites @aesa @winterandwords @iannicellis @isherwoodj @writeouswriter

#hopefully i stick to this one #i really want to #hold me accountable please #writeblr #wip #wip intro #my writing #atlastracking #lit fic #scifi #science fiction #the greyhound club

[chargoeson]

Project Amygdala Excerpt 1-- Maren Hara

Now that I am in the groove of writing in her voice Maren is with me everywhere I go. It feels terrifying to get into the habit of sharing pieces of my fiction since it has always been more concealed in me, but I am very proud of how it's coming along and litfic is just so special to me. For the full effect listen to "Coffee Stain," by Sarah Harmer or something equally devastating. Enjoy a peek into baby Maren!

"...letting my hands play a tune across the iron bars as I walked. I imagined them as the ridges on a whale’s chin. I’d never seen a whale in the flesh, only a reconstructed skeleton hanging from the museum Dad took me to a handful of times before deciding it played too much into my, “sentimentality.” I had to look that word up in my dictionary after the trip. The whale was suspended from the ceiling, bones wired into place to give the illusion of turning in the water. I was enchanted. She was a blue whale, Balaenoptera musculus, and I stood under her length for what felt like hours, imagining the nervous system and muscles and blubber and skin that would have filled the room even further. Her chin was what hypnotized me furthest. Deep cracks running the entire length of her jaw, holding the baleen plates that I pictured brushing against my arms. Would they have sung against my fingertips too? I wanted to try it, to float to the ceiling of the room to be with her. Dad moved on, looking for something to do with his own interests in Pathology, and I stayed there until he found me to go home. He asked me from the drivers seat, cocking his head to the side without turning as he did until I was old enough to ride shotgun. “What was your favorite part?” he asked. “The blue whale,” I whispered, the reverence still within me. “Tell me why.” Once I had found my words again he gave many prompting requests like this. I never worked out if he actually wanted to know. “I think she’s sacred,” I said softer still, embarrassed even then for him to hear my child’s piety. He was silent, looking ahead and flexing his hands on the wheel the way he did when he wasn’t sure how to handle me. He didn’t start deconstructing these moments of mine until a couple years later, when he realized it was not simply childlike wonder and absurdity, but that I actually felt spiritual ties to anything at all."

taglist (y'all are so cool): @annlillyjose @coffeeandcalligraphy @subtlefires @belovedviolence

#nanowrimo #author #novel writing #writeblr #creative writing #lit fic #writing excerpt