Poem about the internet and my humanity and some other third thing.
Old, old snippet from 2021 that you can tell is old because the characters still have their original concept names. Context is that Gordon (who later became Kryoloth aka Kry) is an estranged lava magic user from an ice magic using family.
Breaking my hairbrush in half at the handle when I took a mental health day felt like a metaphor for something.
I was originally going to title this something like "Thinly-Veiled Fanfic Poem" but that would imply that there is any sort of veil at all, which there is not.
Weird, contemplative thing I wrote a few weeks ago to try and ground myself while having a very rough day/week.
There was a hot second where I was considering trying to expand Dinner Date beyond the self-contained, complete novelette form that it's currently in.
May be a little "durr hburr technology is bad fire is scary and thomas edison was a witch" but I'm just in a Mood lately and this poem I wrote last year speaks to it.
I've been watching too much Dragon Ball Z; it keeps influencing me to write content with touches of sci-fi.
One part sword and sorcery one part horror one part tonally dissonant The Princess Bride reference in the title.
I'm going to do a poetry reading at an open mic night tomorrow and wanted to post one of the poems in advance of when I can hopefully post a recording of my pieces on YouTube.
This was where my original thoughts for Dinner Date, particularly Diederick’s character, were explored. Honestly, it kind of still works as some level of backstory for him, though not in every way.
Working title, haha. Near-midnight posting, but here’s an excerpt for this week! This is two parts of a series of vignettes about a princess, birds, her suitors, and something being a little off about it all.
More of the murderous shapeshifter and his partner in crime being a terrible kinda-sorta couple who are definitely-absolutely the worst.
This is, no exaggeration, my favorite short piece I've written thus far in 2023. I'm very excited to share it.
Excerpt from a short story about a horrific eldritch being and his kind of sort of girlfriend watching him on a date with someone else.
Feeling pretty sick physically and mentally this week but I mustered up the strength to post a couple of stanzas from a sonnet I'm working on. I plan on reading a few poems at an open mic night in April and this might very well be one of them.
Happy day after Valentine's Day! I'm shamelessly using an image of a cake I made as the header for this post. The story is of a desperate sort of romantic nature so it's semi-justified.
I apologize for not posting last week, I was going through a lot mentally, as alluded to in this “story.”
I've been working pretty heavily on this project so it feels right to post my WIP for the month with content from my script for my visual novel.
I'm ending 2022 with my bread and butter; cute, weird enemies to lovers with fantasy elements. Personified swords are so fun.
I wanted to give a brief overview of my writing projects closing out 2022 and rough out my initial plans for 2023.
Oh boy, folks, it was not in the cards this year. I hate to say it, but for my own sake and for the sake of the project I'm calling it at roughly 20k with Nano. Got a lot of good content out of dedicatedly working on this, but I've reached my stress threshold. Still, stay tuned for a little excerpt at the end of this post of me explaining what broke me.
First things first, thank you so much to my thirteen followers! I'm so pleased that I'm garnering an audience for my little snippets to hold me accountable with consistently updating my work. It means a lot to have your viewership. Thank you again!
Week one of National Novel Writing Month is up! I have 9635 words so far in my draft. I'll probably write some more this evening in an attempt to catch up to the 11667 goal to be right on track, but I wanted to record what I've got so far while on my lunch break.
I'm taking my first stab at writing a visual novel this Nanowrimo, with a bit of a rough and tumble """script""" format.
Given that it's Halloween and I am about to embark on writing a vampire-centric Nanowrimo story, it feels appropriate to reupload my reading of my poem, "Vampire Working at Subway," a semi-autobiographical work of horror.
I woke up blearily at 4 AM one morning after having a dream (nightmare?) about this spooky little concept. Wintry creepy young love, let's goooo—!
A little baby "enemy lovers writing letters in a fantasy setting" thing influenced by playing too much Fire Emblem lately. Also, wow, first person POV, how unlike me.
Happy Preptober! All of the work I've been doing this week unfortunately doesn't really lend itself to being shared--it's 90% outlining on notecards--but so far I can discuss the premise for my Nanowrimo project. I'm taking my first-ever stab at writing a visual novel, woo!
One last excerpt from this story before I set it aside for a month or so and then get to editing/rewriting.