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Lover of fiction, author of long form fanfiction, believer in humanity, and generally awful critter. I do not consent to any of what I post, link or repost being used in AI programs.
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Lori Beth Denberg reprised her All That librarian character to do a pro-library, anti-book banning reel and I love it so much??? www.instagram.com/reel/DIK0_bD...

In warmer news, I'm moving into a cheeky little uptown apartment with the love of my life at the end of this month. Once the smoke clears on that, I intend to re-enter my local TTRPG scene and assemble a small, passionate group of players to help me navigate my shelf-breakingly enormous backlog.

My monthly* DnD campaign is having it's penultimate session at the end of next week. Deeply sad to say I'm glad that I'm about to close it out, not because I don't adore my players but because I'm truly tired of running 5e. After the final sesh, I'm announcing my retirement from the system.

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Happy🏳️‍⚧️visibility day!

A PSA:

Know your alliance

art tip via art dog

A selfish part of me hopes I'll run into the same kind of weirdo I am on here, and we'll start vibrating at a dangerously neurodivergent frequency together. I think, maybe, I only ever feel safe during these deep, dark hours. I'd like to meet some late-night romantics, like myself.

It's not about productivity, really...it's about vulnerability. In my world, the notion of sending little messages in bottles to the internet is strange. We all want to be seen and heard, but "interaction" these days is strangers shouting nonsense at strangers online, and it never made sense to me.

A half hour to my bedtime. I usually spend this time drafting, but I don't feel like it. Does this count as journaling? I don't want this page to be nothing but a sequence of progress reports on my novel. I think I'm something much bigger than that.

I'm not sure what I'm doing on here. I think, I just want strangers to know I exist in some small way. All of my dear friends, I met in person. I haven't tried making a friend online since I was a teen. I lurk in fandom spaces, but rarely speak. I don't engage. Has that made me safer? Maybe. Maybe.

No, seriously, it's hilarious and you should go see it. You, the one reading this. You specifically.

i wonder if i quote this i can pin it on my profile

In the time I've been writing my novel, my long-form pornographic fanfic has been on hiatus. I've been putting up little blogs in the meantime to talk about my process. When reading my own insights, I get the strangest notion of "Hey wait, this guy sounds like he knows what he's talking about."

I swear I'm not having a stroke in some of these posts, I've just got big sausagey fingers, and they don't play well with a teeny tiny phone keyboard.

ideal ship dynamic... the evil and the easily flustered

Act 1 of Novel Draft 2 is done. I'm taking a little break to let it rest before jumping into Act 2. I think this is what "taking your time" is supposed to.feel like. I've done all the prep. Now it's time to put it all together.

Getting started on Chapter 4! Some of the first draft slotted neatly into the new one, so I cruised through the start of act one. Character intros done, now we're on to the inciting incident.

Cleaning up my phone. This is a keeper!

Aside from writing, wankery and writing wankery, one of my great passions is tabletop role-playing games! Pictured here is my TTRPG shelf in all it's glory, slowly cobbled together through my years of experimenting with different systems and styles. Anyone else out here like rolling dice?

In case any of my fellow creatives also needed this reminder:

Prologue is done. In the first draft of my novel, I had one written, but I pruned it. This time, I see the value in keeping it; a little vertical slice to show the characters and themes of the narrative in microcosm. Now the hard work starts: writing ahead without looking back or second-guessing.

Relevant to my earlier post.

Anyway, the novel's going alright so far. I'm doing a prologue this time around, and am starting to understand the value of them. This story is about Americana, so our tale begins with a hate crime that takes place on the Fourth of July. What could be more American than that?

Alright, I'm officially FED UP with being messaged by bots shilling stolen clip art. If you message me, open with something supremely fucking weird about yourself, like what pre-cambrian organism you think is the sexiest, or I'll assume your blood is electricity and your brains are made of bitcoin.

More notes from my draft re-read: 5.There's little glimmers in here, like bits of gold dust in a stream, that make me go: "That's it. That's me," but they go by too fast. 6.I wish I had made a bigger mess. 7. I spent a year rushing the first draft. Now I need to spend three months taking my time.

After letting it sit for a month, I'm doing a read through of my novel draft. My best notes so far: 1. This is like eating a bowl of Lucky Charms without the marshmallows. 2. This bit tastes like plotter's anxiety. 3. It has the trappings, but not the tropes. 4. Breathe, man. Breathe.

If I've learned anything from writing porn, it's this: no matter how indulgent, specific, bizarre or niche your story is, I promise you, it will be somebody's favorite.

Tbh, I don't feel a strong urge to yap on social media every day. I guess I'll use this page to talk about my projects and wax poetic from time to time. Mercifully, I've only go two ongoing; my hilariously long pornographic fanfic and my debut novel. Something something two wolves.

To create, you must allow the dumb little meat sponge rattling around in your skull to love what's inside of it. Little bits of stardust from the beginning of time, twinkling in our minds. With great care and effort, we find them, and we sprinkle them into the world, and that is what we call "art".