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How have I not used the word dreary in all 560k words so far? Weird. Have Tennyson trapped in a gloomy closet instead, I guess...
From Tennyson's arc of The Atlas Brothers Break the Multiverse
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There's a lot. Like too many to list and for various uses. To the benediction of Shatrava's blessings on young Aasimar, to the Corporate Marriages of the Hastran Church. (1/?)
“We wove rushes into Saint Brigid’s crosses, gathered rowan sprigs—an’ by God, we clutched ’em tight as lifelines, believing’ our talismans held off the forces o’ darkness itself as we marched round with our spittle wisp, sprinklin’ holy water on everything dear.” Uncle Darby drew a deep breath. “What age have ye now, Maeve?” She sat up. “Twenty.” “Your mum said you’re studyin’ history at university. Is that so?” “Yeah—hope to be a history teacher.” “Admirable.” He nodded with a twinkle in his eyes. “Well, now.” He paused. “Your age . . . tell me again.” “Twenty.” He paused again, then gasped. “Och, ye see? B’Christ, off I go—same questions round an’ round.” Mom said distract him when it happened. “Why do you ask?” Maeve said. “This tale’s not so delicate in parts—an’ I might utter a curse or two in the tellin’.” Darby lifted a gnarled finger. “An’ take warnin’ by me—’twill bring yez a nightmare, to be sure.” Maeve breathed a laugh. “Deep in the hills above the dreary Lake of Shadows . . . wind howling round a snug little cottage . . . perfect place for a ghost story. Isn’t that what ‘Lough Swilly’ means? Lake of—” “So it does.” “I say bring it.” Maeve crisped her fingers into claws and hissed, calling forth a chuckle from Darby. “Más ea, that’s right—snug fire a-cracklin’, a wee tale to give yez a fright. Just din’t wanna put your heart crossways.” “I’ll take fright over grief any day.”
“Brilliant. Fright ye can shake. Grief sinks its claws in an’ never lets go.” Uncle Darby’s weathered face looked more creased than ever. “What’s musha?” “Más ea means if it be so—’tis an old way o’ talkin’, just. When I was a wean, ghost stories were great craic. We huddled round of an evening on our three-legged creepies an’ had a rare oul’ time of it—the kind stays with ye forever.” Wistful, he sipped. “Sakes, this tale’s got the stuff o’ fight an’ flight . . . an’ faith. The eternal struggle of good versus evil.” Darby held up his glass. “So here’s to the magic o’ storytellin’—forays into perilous worlds that teach o’ the strengths we can find in our own hearts.” He tore the cork from the jug. “First lemme wet me other eye.” Darby topped up his glass, silent as he flipped through his notebook. After a while, he looked up. “In the year of 1816, springtime never came. Superstition festered ’crost the whole of Ireland—whispers of wraiths . . . demons . . . an’ all manner o’ wicked things crossin’ over from the spirit realm.”
#WIPSnips: dreary
Our story: Maeve is visiting her Great Uncle Darby, her late Granny's twin, at his cottage in Donegal. He's been showing signs of dementia. Nonetheless, Darby has agreed to tell her an old fireside tale set in 1816, The Year Without Summer... 👻
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In Sehore, rituals to the Primordial Gods always involve a person with Druidic power or an affinity for speaking with spirits to reach out to the animal that represents the (1/?)
This.🔥
Writing forces you to think.
No shortcuts, no vagueness, no hiding.
That’s why it hurts — and why it’s the best training for the mind.
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I feel like that alone should convince at least three people 😩
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Elemental Recycling processes are run entirely by the government and they are core to the future of Eitos as well as it's present stability. Without it the country literally collapses.
When you observe, look for what is missing.
The unused object.
The paused gesture. The silence between words.
Often that is where the story lives.
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So research and development is definitely top tier levels of security clearance within then government. Not because of shady reasons but to ensure untested new Arcane processes are (1/?)
It's #sunday shout out time!!
Tag someone or introduce us to someone you admire in the writing, reading, or art community!
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Ohhh Innani. Holy cats. 800 years old. Immeasurably powerful and wise enough to not use that power. Commands an entire city by reputation and is left to her own devices. (1/?)
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Monologues are a tricky balance. We do a lot of one on one dialogue scenes between characters in very domestic settings, so even in these scenes we write how the characters (1/?)
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@hippy-orc-cafe.bsky.social and I have actually written ourselves into the world of L&M. Not as protagonists but as a pair of Eitosian spies acting as book agents (1/?)
Dear Daughter, Today is the day that you are blessed. Priestess Belle Marta came in, and I was glad it was her and not that stuffy old fart. She brought bells and chimes, which she hung around my room, and then placed you in a basket that was decorated with lovely bright red ribbons. She told me the ceremony wouldn't take long, but asked if I wished to talk. We had all the time in the world. I wasn't wholly prepared for her sweet kindness, and I had the sudden urge to climb into her arms and weep like a child. I did not, of course, but we did curl up side by side in my chair, and she held my hands softly in hers as I told her of my thoughts. The most pressing thought in my mind was your name, my sweet. Your father told me to name you Sol'Kiris, a name for for a princess, something powerful and grand....
But you aren't powerful and grand. You are a beautiful delicate sweet thing. You should not be "destined" for anything. Marta smiled at me patiently when I told her of this, then asked me what I would like to name you. "Something simple. Or...normal." I replied. "Something that means nothing." She knelt down in front of you, your little hand curling around her finger as you cooed like a little dove. I too sat before you, a tiny creature that 1 could only ever see as a precious little human, who had no idea of what horrors the world held Your hair, in the low light of evening, almost looked red and wild, and your barely open eyes twinkled the colour of stardust. You reminded me of a women I once knew, before I got thrust into this strange world of opulence. She was a strange women, who would wander around, muttering to herself about missing gods, and the sky opening up, and about echoing time.
Despite her strangeness, I always enjoyed talking with her. She always told such exciting stories, and she had been the one to give me my first drawing set. I would always remember her...and her beautiful name. "I wish to name her Ophelia." I told Marta, who sat quietly during my reminiscing. She smiled warmly, no doubt or questioning, and blessed you. "You, my sweet thing, under the breath of Coro, will now be known as Ophelia, darling daughter of Matilia." I was a little surprised when she used my old name, but I quite liked the sound of it. Matilia and Ophelia.
More from Tilly’s diary
✨Ophelia’s naming ✨
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Prayers themselves tend to be a private thing. For Healers that are religious, however, there are many rituals and ceremonies to honour the Mother Moon. The most common involves painting your face with the moon symbols and
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Nat would enjoy a strawberry rhubarb. Something she never had inside the campus.
Vola likes pumpkin pie. Not sweet potato pie. There's a difference in texture!!!
Good luck to all that submitted to RevPit! I got my entry in a few minutes before the window closed.
It is a great exercise! I need every prompt I can find to polish my query materials and synopsis, not to mention the manuscript itself.
And now, back to editing...
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#WIPSnips 'dreary'
#AtHerOwnReflection: My one use of the word. The story has gone through many versions with variations on the basic storyline, but there isn't any that I was happy enough with to consider THE canonical one. This is from one of them.
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Tfw you sit down with your planning doc before drafting and everything becomes clearer and also more daunting all at the same time 🙃🙃🙃 #writingcommunity #writesky
New blog post up today! Some (brief) thoughts on the ways that #LL&MM has changed over the course of revisions. Drop a question here or at the website!
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Maggie takes on a few of my lovely qualities—like my inability to keep plants alive. 😂😳
This scene is from Will’s POV in LA. He’s trying, desperately, to convince Maggie that they could be good together.
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This was hard for me to find something for. I love dreary but there not my book vibe. Enjoy this snip from a more recent chapter I wrote.
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Day 15 of #TimeTravelAuthors
Of course, Maya Krishnamurthy has fun with time travel when Jessica Almeida lends her her time-travel device. Maya visits many memories from her past and also has fun with her boyfriend, Nikhil Raj.
Everything is fun until she decides to meddle.
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TW: sui* ideation
Sorry I haven’t posted a poem in a long time. Life has been lifing. 😅 Anyway, here’s a poem I wrote in 2018, before I came out as non-binary, so it uses the wrong pronouns. Keep this in mind. This one is a tough read, so be cautious.
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Surprisingly didn't have this word, so I went with "gloomy."
Just two new friends chatting about each other's homes. Definitely nothing foreboding here! 😅
From my upcoming book THE GODS OF ATALANTIS, Part 1 of my #Atlantis trilogy.
