https://indieauthors.social/@garrett/113512141116871490 garrett@indieauthors.social - There is “Leave a Poem, Take a Poem” mailbox in my small town of Bremerton Washington but there are NEVER any poems in there! It seriously bums me out! Let’s change that.
Submit your poems to this form: https://tinyurl.com/mailboxpoetry and I will print them out and stuff this thing to the gills!
#poetrycommunity #poetry #poem #poetryisnotdead #writing #writingcommunity #writingmonth #amwriting
My writers' group reviewed the seventh and last of the #stories in my 'story cycle', a set of stories in what I describe as a low-magic #fantasy world (which became increasingly #queer as I went). It's a chunky one, much longer than the previous six. Most of them wanted me to write more, possibly turning this story into a novel. I don't think so. The stories all together are meant to form a novella.
Still, it's good to be appreciated and receive constructive feedback, and I was congratulated on finishing this project, even if there's still a fair amount of editing to do. It feels good. After all, I wrote the first story more than ten years ago, when two friends and I formed a small writing group. I picked the up the writing during lockdown and it's finally getting there.
I haven't done an #Introduction here recently. This is my home on #SocialHome, a small patch of the #fediverse. I only post my #writing here, nothing else. Writing isn't my dayjob, so it's sparse and won't fill your feed. Often #microfiction. I follow some writing, art and nature from here. #writingcommunity #amwriting
Not Icarus: A short story inspired by events in Lytton, British Columbia, June 2021. The town set heat records three days in a row, and on the fourth day a wildfire destroyed most of it. The story considers those of use who think of climate change as something far away, in time or place, until it affects us personally. #climatechange #story #writing #amwriting #Icarus
https://storystag.wordpress.com/2022/12/10/not-icarus/
Can I make myself sit down and write an outline for this new short-story idea? I have a vague idea for the story, more specifically how it ends, and much of the world creation is done because it's set in my Chronicles of Madarre world. The main character is someone from The Ambitions of Kreltahk (book 1 in the series). Or... maybe a close relative.
But a) I'm a pantser and rarely stick to my attempts at outlines, and b) I really don't know what I want to do with this story. I'll play "what if, and then what if..." a bit, but my exhausted brain ("stressful" doesn't begin to describe my day job) doesn't want to cooperate with creative efforts these days.
I #amwriting a shifter dark fantasy series in Kindle. Check it out!
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Hilda frowned as she saw the scroll. "You got a written invitation? But you're his official scribe, aren't you?"
"I am. I wrote this myself. After that he told me to hurry home, so he could send someone over to hand the invitation to me." Johanna sighed. "That failed majestically because the messenger couldn't find my house."
...they rolled the leaf into something that could only be called a misshapen cigar. As this was a world with its own laws, suddenly one end of the 'cigar' burned.
Acaraho invited Sheila to sit down. "If you stand, the effect might be a bit too much."
They all sat down, Sheila slowly inhaling the fumes of the plant.
"Okay, I can smell why they call it pukeweed," she said. "Sniff this too fast and you'll lose yesterday's lunch."
