i am doing NaNoWriMo and i have reached the point where i have no idea what is happening next in my supposed novel
send help
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i am doing NaNoWriMo and i have reached the point where i have no idea what is happening next in my supposed novel
send help
thinking about doing nanowrimo this year
so, i have a writing blog that i sorely ignore and i’m trying to actually do things with as i try to get back into writing more
strictly 18+, i write a lot of erotica, including Problematic Content that antis don’t like
don’t follow if heavy S/m and non-con bothers you, you’ve been warned
can we take a moment to just think about how incredibly scary magical healing is in-context?
You get your insides ripped open but your friend waves his hands and your flesh just pulls back together, agony and evisceration pulling back to a ‘kinda hurts’ level of pain and you’re physically whole, with the 100% expectation that you’ll get back up and keep fighting whatever it was that struck you down the first time.
You break your arm after falling somewhere and after you’re healed instead of looking for ‘another way around’ everybody just looks at you and goes “okay try again”.
You’ve been fighting for hours, you’re hungry, thirsty, bleeding, crying from exhaustion, and a hand-wave happens and only two of those things go away. you’re still hungry, you’re still weak from thirst, but the handwave means you have ‘no excuse’ to stop.
You act out aggressively maybe punch a wall or gnash your teeth or hit your head on something and it’s hand-waved because it’s ‘such a small injury you probably can’t even feel it anymore’ but the point was that you felt it at all?
Your pain literally means nothing because as long as you’re not bleeding you’re not injured, right? Here drink this potion and who cares about the emotional exhaustion of that butchered village, why are you so reserved in camp don’t you think it’s fun retelling that time you fell through a burning building and with a hand-wave you got back up again and ran out with those two kids and their dog?
Older warriors who get a shiver around magic-users not because of the whole ‘fireball’ thing but the ‘I don’t know what a normal pain tolerance is anymore’ effect of too much healing. Permanent paralysis and loss of sensation in limbs is pretty much a given in the later years of any fighter’s life. Did I have a stroke or did the mage just heal too hard and now this side of my face doesn’t work? No i’m not dead from the dragon’s claws but I can’t even bend my torso anymore because of how the scar tissue grew out of me like a vine.
Magical healing is great and keeps casualties down.
But man.
That stuff is scary.
shit just got creepy
Or maybe magical healing doesn’t leave scars or damage. It is magical, after all.
So after years of fighting, your skin is still perfect. Unmarred. In fact, you’re actually in better shape than regular people who don’t get magical healing when they fall out of trees or walk into doors or cut themselves while cooking dinner. You’re in such good shape that it’s unnatural.
And the really good healing magic takes away more than just the obvious injuries. You first start noticing it after about ten years when you go home and haha, you look the same age as your younger sibling, that’s funny.
Not so funny ten years later when they look older. Or forty years later, when you bury them still looking like you did at twenty. When do you retire from this gig anyway? How much damage is too much damage?
How many times do you glimpse the afterlife, or worse, how many times don’t you? What do you live through, get used to, show no outward sign of except a perfectly healthy body, too perfect for any person living a real life.
How many times are you sitting in a tavern with your friends and you hear the whispers, because the people around you know. How can they not know? Your weapons shine with enchantments and your armour is better than the best money can buy and there is not a damn scar on you. You hardly seem human to them.
How long before you hardly seem human to yourself?
And you find yourself struggling to remember the places where the scars should have been, phantom pains that wake you screaming, touching all the old injuries and finding nothing there. It’s all in your head. Was it ever anywhere else?
How long before you’re fighting a lich or a vampire or some other undead monster and you wonder…
…what makes me so different?
Here we go someone who GETS IT.
Maybe I’m just bad at humaning but I don’t see the downside to option 2
This is such a deliciously dark twist on a concept that is almost always accepted as being completely beneficial.
Enjoy this meme I made instead of writing
Reblog this meme instead of writing.
if you relate to having an idea for a story for 4 to 8 years with almost zero progress towards actually writing it down, clap your hands
This post kicked down my door, came into my house and publicly shamed me in front of God, my mother, and my cat.
i am a simple writer
i open the word document
…..
i close the word document
tbh if i don’t get validation i don’t write. kind of a problem when ur writing a novel no one cares about
asynca replied to your post “y’know, despite all adding chat and stuff, i swear tumblr used to be...”
SAME! I just thought it was because I've not been writing as much recently but istg I used to write a 300 word drabble and get 20+ comments on it and even though I get way more notes now, people seem to engage much less.
yeah, i know tumblr has definitely been dying for creators for a while now. people getting a lot of likes, but not a lot of reblogs or comments
tbh ao3 and be a bit like that too. it’s unfortunate, bc whilst i enjoy the view and kudos count tick up, the thing that actually makes me write more are comments
me: i wanna write
someone: then… write?
me:
Person: Your writing is so good!
Me:
i am having so much trouble because i wanted to write a healthy gay relationship for once with, you know, characters that aren’t terrible people, but it’s so BORING
adventures in nanowrimo is writing so terribly that you literally insert the following in a sentence:
‘Marcus was outside of the bedroom dear God this is utter shite.'
at least i have moved on from the world's most boring conversation in a restaurant thank the lord
yea i'm sure the readers so totally want to know how much you like spicy food Steve, how fucking fascinating
i’m writing a gay bdsm romance novel for nano and no one can stop me
steve is a shy, anxious, nerdy IT guy who is constantly questioning himself and is just one constant existential crisis (he probably has a tumblr account…)
marcus is a confident, outgoing, smooth lawyer who likes being in control of everything
guess who the dominant is
(hint: i’m a contrary shitbag)
oops steve’s roommate is now a butch lesbian trans woman
in fact i’m just going to make it my mission to make no named character in this novel straight & cis
fight me
i’m writing a gay bdsm romance novel for nano and no one can stop me
steve is a shy, anxious, nerdy IT guy who is constantly questioning himself and is just one constant existential crisis (he probably has a tumblr account...)
marcus is a confident, outgoing, smooth lawyer who likes being in control of everything
guess who the dominant is
(hint: i’m a contrary shitbag)
I want villains who go against the stereotypical bullshit that “evil cannot love” or whatever.
I want villains who spend months in their creepy dark lab building the death ray with their best buddy and hug each other when the superweapon is finally complete.
I want villains who fall madly in love with the other evil prince or princess they married to consolidate their power.
I want villains who tell bedtime stories to the little clone they created to be the successor to their throne and order their minions to get the clone a cup of warm milk because she can’t sleep.
I want villains hanging out with their best friends and acting like dorks while they bowl with their enemies’ skulls.
I want villains who are both evil and real, and real people have friends and families and loved ones.
i am so dedicated to this, you have no idea
‘villains’ probably isn’t the right word for it, but some of my characters are genuinely terrible people (as in paid to kill/hurt other people). but they’re fantastic, kind, generous, respectful boyfriends with incredibly healthy & supportive relationships.
for me, it’s about exploring conditional morality.
they’re hypocrites - they would easily hurt others, might even take satisfaction from doing it well, but if you hurt someone close to them then they will consider that deeply Not Okay