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must a book have ‘plot’ and ‘structure’ and ‘progression.’ is it not enough for characters to be in a place. and for that place to be really fucking weird.
alright. next book is with my agent. LFG
Anonymous asked:
CONGRATS ON FINISHING THE FIRST DRAFT!!!
THANK YOU!! i feel even more unhinged this morning
welp. just finished the best book i've ever written.
aritany reblogged
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wow okay i'm sorry that you find me so unsettling and hard to be around because i look almost exactly the same as i did before i died but something just isn't quite right and my personality isn't the same as i was in your (honestly pretty unfaithful and self centered!) memories of me and you're kind of starting to regret raising me from the dead. as if it's my fault 🙄
like aww did somebody think that everything would just go back to normal and nothing would change? is someone upset that they have to make an effort to get to know me as i am and not as i was? that must be so hard for you. well you know what they say, you can dig me up but you can't just bury me again if you don't like what you reanimated!
aritany reblogged
Hey guys I found this weird map I wonder where it goes
love when they cry bile
aritany reblogged
i have to defend fictional women who aren't good people because if i don't who else will
the two flavours of this feeling are "i think she is flawed and going through it and figuring her shit out and that's a very human quality that i appreciate seeing in a female character" and "i think it's good she killed and ate those people and i think it's really hot that she didn't feel bad about it because confidence is attractive"
and i frequently do both of those flavors at the same time. about the same woman even.
Anonymous asked:
Hi!! I saw your words for each month and I was wondering what different projects are all going towards it?
Insane amount of words btw. I fear you
hi! great question! i would also like to know the answer
no but in seriousness, when i write, i “waste” a lot of words. i keep track of everything i write, not just what ends up in the final product, and the ‘graveyard’ documents for a novel are usually anywhere between 15-30k. i like to make sure that what i actually put in the draft belongs, and sometimes what i write in the beginning just doesn’t (which is okay!)
some of the words this year went towards the massive project i’m always working on with @ghostcasket, or the murder mystery we’re writing.
as for actual novels, by the end of this year i’ll (hopefully) have 4 new first drafts (one of which got me my agent and sold at auction!), 1 edit & polish (which has now been published!), and 2 halfway-finished rewrites that i ran out of steam on.
if you’re interested in what i’m currently working on, the introduction to the project is here :)
thanks for asking!
me coming home with the most manic "DIDYOUREADTHECHAPTERSYET" energy sorry 2 everyone involved
Anonymous asked:
Hello hello
I just wanted to ask if you can share some more of your writing, like little snippets♥️ sorry of it is a silly question, your writing is really great. Please have a beautiful day💐
why thank you, anon! made me smile. just for you: here's a nasty little excerpt from my current WIP.
tw for (very) mild body horror & vomit
aritany reblogged
my favorite kind of character is the kind who deep in their soul is constantly screaming LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME and outwardly expressing literally anything else
i love writing siblings more than anything else. especially when they're part of a magical crime family
who wants to analyze what it means that i keep writing about characters with some kind of memory loss
what if i died and you grieved. and you grieved so hard you couldn't tell anyone about it. what if it turned into a blinding kind of anger and made you cruel, and made you vengeful.
what if i died and you left. what if that was easier than sitting around a table with an empty chair. what if grief felt like a flight instinct and you chased it until you didn't know what home was anymore.
what if i died and you were the only one of us who cared out loud. what if i died and all you knew how to do was turn to the one other person who loved me hard enough to say it. what if in the end it meant you loved each other. it's not your fault; you didn't know i was coming back.
none of us did.