The knitting witch inherits an extortion ring from her mother, who sewed witches’ loved ones into quilts before being murdered. No one knows where the quilts are, but her ex-lover, the enforcer of an enemy coven, has been sent to steal away the hostages. #PitMad#A#F#UF
Happy Pride, darlings. But an especially Happy Pride to every closeted person who thinks they don’t have the right to celebrate, every bi and pan person who has ever been told to “prove it,” and everyone who has ever had their identity invalidated, been told that they (1/2)
This shit makes me absolutely feral. Outness is not a yardstick with which to measure queerness, nor is it a shield to hide behind while you harass other queer people. Outness is a privilege that not everyone can afford. (1/?)
So I'm not here, but I do want to vent some frustration about OwnVoices. Some of you need to admit - without hiding behind the labels of "educator," "fellow writer" or "concerned reader" - that you use this label to cudgel marginalized authors and enact parasocial relationships.
If I see the tl crying about pervis payne the day of his execution I'm going to be so pissed off with how long people have been trying to educate yall on this :/ Here's a thread on info about him and whats going on.
@RileyFlintSpark Your WIP looks awesome! I’m glad you found a new home for the writing you liked most. It seems like there’s always something worthwhile in a first draft :) Good luck querying!
I feel like writers have a tendency to be really hard on themselves, particularly their younger selves who were still learning. What’s something that Old You wrote (a line or plot point) that you’re proud of? I’ll start:
#amwritingfantasy#amwritingromance#amwriting
After the pandemic is over I hope to move to a quaint old city and open a wizard shop near another wizard shop and spend my days trying to outdo my rival until we challenge each other to a fight to the death but instead of a killing blow they lean in and whisper a secret
I tend to write violent witchy sapphics, and I’m still proud of a short I wrote years ago about forgiving your heart after it falls in love with a toxic person. “Mia lost her heart, so I told her she could have mine. It wasn’t doing me any good, loving her.”
The knitting witch inherits a kidnapping ring from her mother, who sewed witches' loved ones into quilts before being murdered. No one knows where the quilts are, but her ex-lover, the enforcer of a rival coven, is determined to recover her missing sister. #SFFpit#FA#LGBT#OWN
#LGBT#OWN The knitting witch inherits a kidnapping ring from her mother, who sewed witches' loved ones into quilts before being murdered. No one knows where the quilts are, but her ex-lover, the enforcer of an enemy coven, is determined to recover her missing sister. #SFFpit#FA