25.09.2023 | Filling in the gaps
I'm on a bit of a mission to fill in every last bit of space in the polyglot journal I started in 2019. Some pages I left intentionally blank so that my future (i.e. present) self could weigh in on whatever needs weighing in on, tbh. Lessons I've learnt, glaringly obvious mistakes (taking on too much, wacky timelines, delusional goal setting, usw.), and general commentary.
Right now I'm only focusing on filling in the gaps for that decade month of a year, i.e. May to August, 2020.
Wish me luck!
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I'm working on the last chapter of my WIP. Sort of. It's not going well.
What are my writer followers up to tonight?
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wip wednesday
Tagged by the lovely @for-the-ninth and @cleverblackcat - thank you!
Still chipping away at the writer’s block, but I’m trying to go slow and take it easy so I don’t burn out. Here’s (literally!) the last bit I wrote for Uprooted:
She tries to smile, but it poured out as a grimace instead. "No shadows without the sun," she rasps, coughing as the words irritate her arid throat.
Flemeth grins, wide and feline. "The sun has power, and shadows too," she remarks, her gaze filled with knowledge and otherworldly magic. Her eyes dart between Ilearys and the man she so carefully cradles. "I will help," she says at last, "but know that it comes at a price, child."
"Anything," her declaration flows with the kind of rashness borne from desperation. "Anything I have is yours."
The old woman - asha’bellanar, Ilearys sternly reminds herself, she is no old woman - cackles. "Do not be so quick to offer up that which you cannot understand, girl," her voice is laced with humor and something that makes Ilearys shiver. "Do you even know the worth of such an offer?"
She bows her head, the end of her braid brushing against Tamlen's pallid cheek. "I do not fear death," she says quietly. "I fear a life lived with this malady in my veins. I question the choice of an existence where my heart pounds to such malevolent music. I do not know the worth of anything I have, or any offer I make," she lifts her head to look Flemeth unflinchingly in the eye, "But I know his worth, and I know the world will be better for having him in it."
The older woman is silent, her face so stern it could have been carved from stone. Tamlen coughs violently. A glob of phlegm hurtles out of his mouth and lands on her shoulder; it is slimy, tinged with green and red and black and it smells of death, but she cannot seem to let go of him for even the second it would take to wipe it away.
Several minutes pass by, each a lifetime of its own. At last, Flemeth softens; Ilearys can see it in the easing of her spine. "Very well," she nods. "I will aid you, child. Come."
She staggers to her feet. It is an enormous struggle to raise Tamlen, but she manages, half-carrying, half-dragging him into the decrepit old hut. "What do you want in return?"
Flemeth’s golden eyes, already ancient and all-seeing, fill with something dangerously similar to retribution.
Tagging @ma-sulevin, @kagetsukai, @noire-pandora, @serenpedac, @ejunkiet, @bearlytolerant, @darethshirl, @bluewren, @rakshadow, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @out-of-the-embers, @shannaraisles, @hollyand-writes, @thevikingwoman, @redinkofshame
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omg ur making an oracle deck?! please let us know when you're finished. i'd love to buy one
Oh man anon you can bet I'm going to let everyone know and I will be extremely obnoxious about it for at least a week.
You can see the test deck here! (Still needs some tweaking).
I'm working on the booklet now. Well, I was, I'm actually on my way to bed now. I'm hoping to release it this year, god knows I've put 'copyright 2022' on the surface of so many things I'd better, lmao.
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