Not really, I’ll be writing but not 50K this time around. However, I’ve been part of the NaNo community since 2014—back when I was 14 if you can believe it, haha and it’s really motivating to connect with other writers during November. I’m looking forward to it!
who is doing nanowrimo this year? how prepared are we feeling?
about me 🌱 Age: 20 (she/her) 🌱 Turkish-Canadian living in Ontario, Canada 🌱 English major 🌱 Visual artist
genres: used to be fantasy, now mostly lit-fic. writerly habits: soft spot for unlikeable characters /// flower power description/metaphors galore /// recently started dabbling w poetry but idk if I’m any good?? /// garamond forever, single spaced. I like big blocks of text. c:
some of my wips 🌱 Yellow Houses /// adult lit-fic novel. Unhinged university students vandalize houses, painting them school-bus yellow, then write about wondering who did it in the local paper. Hmm... 🌱 Liquor and Locusts /// adult modern fantasy novel. TW because this is a pandemic story! A squatter crashes at a countryside manor during a pandemic, befriending an elderly gardener and his very emo apprentice. There is somehow also a talking locust who loves brandy. 🌱 Red Pleather /// lit short fiction. A teenage girl’s relationship with her older brother who constricts her from the world outside their crowded apartment complex. Warning: a lot of stair climbing and internal monologues in this one.
you’ve made it to the end! writerblrs, please interact so I can catch up on all your beautiful wips. Also feel free to tag me or hop in my dms for a chat, I’m probably online ;). ♥♥♥
they hadn’t prepared us for this. they left us with nothing left worth fighting for.
that is, until we found each other.
we were living through what scientists had called the worst case scenario, and we were doing it alone.
the floods, the fires, the wailing, the radio static.
there was nothing left to salvage. except for maybe the kid, and that one dog. a van that stuttered more than it moved, a pink blanket tucked inside a fathers jacket. the notebook filled with silly drawings and the notes passed between them in the dark.
GENRE: science fiction, dystopian, adventure, thriller, surrealism
POV: third/omnipient
PROGRESS: first drafting
MOOD: dark, wistful, painfully nostalgic, uneasy, cautiously hopeful
SETTING: the year is 2336, Earth. but it’s nothing like anyone had imagined.
WARNINGS: multiple deaths, biological ware fare, drowning, weapons, display of mental illness(es), end of the world scenario, not so natural disasters, alcoholism, manipulation, nothing is right, there is no normal.
VAGUE PLOT: [they] were fed up with how their lives were treated on this planet, and decided to leave. they left behind their final words, etched into the grounds they tore apart and whispered into the waves that came crashing down. the people meant to protect them all had given up, had betrayed them. but they couldn’t be blamed, they had tried to warn the world to no avail. now [we] were on our own, with a scattering of the earths population, to make this place a home again.
[they] are the scientists who had tried their hardest to keep this world alive.
[we] were five people undeserving of this hell.
[[ wip tag: wip; wcs ]]
i should really do a proper intro
while you're reading this, go listen to Marche Slave by Tchaikovsky, so you get the vibe while reading the rest.
hold onto your tea and coffee -black, no sugar naturally- and delve into....
*enthusiastic cheering fills the air*
(jk i respect all types of coffee and tea)
I'm an aspiring teen writer and occasional anarchist. I started writing because I had developed 23 characters in my head and didn't know what to do with them.
Additionally, I've always read books (bibliophile from a young age) and I thought:
"wow, all these people express their worlds this way, let ME try it"
so i did. and I love it. It's the only thing keeping me together. I've gone clinically insane over people and worlds that don't exist.
more under the clip
5 random facts:
• I'm left handed!! so i use special pens which don't smudge!
• I acquire passports like America acquires oil.
• I like Polish stuff and patterns because Poland is COOL! I love the food and the folklore as well! If anyone wants to tell me anything about Poland, go ahead!
• My cat's name is hard to pronounce:
- Rudy (means ginger): [ɣoʊdi]
• I love PIGEONS
am open to asks and instructions on how to build a nuclear bomb (no joke I've had them before)
My favourite thing to do on a Sunday is to summon the ancient spirit of IKEA, and scream in Swedish🇸🇪 and watch the Grand Budapest hotel for the 51st time.
*cries in Eurovision ✨
I'm always open for tag games!
I am currently writing some sort of mystery, psychological steampunk thing? with an inkling of murder?? chocolate factories? I don't know where to begin.
also:
happy birthday!
These are all so cool, I'd love to be added to your taglists!! 🥺🥺
˒✦ : WRITEBLR ⋅ INTRO ⌁ ◌༉‧. 🌱໑
hi! my name is celeste and i’m new to the writeblr community!
i write under the name celeste ephine (she/her) although, you can just call me celeste. i’m african and native american, seventeen years old, and queer. i have an intj mbti type and my big three are: cap sun, sag moon, and virgo rising. my interests include neuropsychology, witchcraft, podcasts, and romantic academia. oh, and i’m wayy better at descriptions than i am with dialogue.
my writing style is a bit interesting as i tend to write mostly for romantic/dark academia, dark fantasy, psychological thrillers, and historical fiction. i love exploring themes of moral ambiguity, divination, mythology, and the occult. i also write poetry and dabble a bit in prose and screenplay.
here’s a sneak peek at some of my wips:
* - names are subject to change (i’m a tad bit indecisive)
descs are going to be vague since i’ll do a proper intro post for each wip
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 | psych thriller + dark fantasy
a pagan cult makes blood sacrifices to the gods in an attempt to delay an ancient and horrific force from destroying the world
𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | dark fantasy
in which a soothsayer and freedom seeker set out on a quest to destroy the remnants of the old gods. for what is existence, without something to exist for?
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐒 | dark fantasy + occult fiction
the bonepicker’s daughter gets more than she bargained for when she seeks refuge in a mad ruler’s city that’s on the verge of war
here’s a few blogs that inspired me to join the community!
@starshots @acrimoneous @laketrials @astolacs @herondalelucies @zalighart @zuiderhaaks
oooooo i love the dark academia vibe you got going on. what books would you say inspired your writing tastes? what's an underrated book you'd suggest? what's a book you really want to read but haven't gotten to yet?
Sorry for the delay, I'm finally beginning to wade through my asks!
I've read the 'DA' classics--Bridgehead Revisited, The Picture of Dorian Gray, works of Emily Bronte, etc. And recently, I read a book that offers an almost film-noir-type atmosphere which sort of fits the vibe. Laughter in the Dark by Vladimir Nabokov. It blew me away. Nabokov is a master of sparingly constructing descriptions that create vivid imagery and atmosphere. He once described a character's aura as a "large live furnace," and how when she departed, one would experience "a cold, cold to the point of nausea". His prose is beautiful, nostalgic, specific. Despair is another favorite. Actually, If you're looking to get into Nabokov, his novella The Eye is a thirty-minute read. I didn't care for Lolita.
Anyways, this was meant to be a DA reply, but perhaps I got a bit sidetracked. To conclude--a DA novel I haven't gotten around to reading yet is Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier.
Ecstatic to say that I’m in that particular writing flow state again. You know which I mean—the one where time and space do not exist.
i’ve been a big fan of your work and always keep an eye out for your posts, very fascinating person you are, keep it up!
Thank you! This is incredibly kind.
Thank you @bitterwitchwrites for tagging me!
Here is an excerpt from the first draft of my novel that I’ve been blandly referring to as LL. I doubt this will be in the final version of the book but whatever!
An electrical hum stuffed his ears with cotton balls, silenced the jagged wind clawing at the trapdoor. When he called back to it, he was muffled out too.
Tagging: @memories-written-in-words @writingwithhotchocolate @writingisbae @raevenlywrites @yanittawrites @writingwithaddie @loki-writes
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Share an out-of-context line from your wip. (this one’s from Yellow Houses!)
We didn’t have any pictures of him so they were all I had to stare at, which was rare, but when I did, I imagined him on a ferry crossing the Marmara Sea, nibbling on simit, dark hair flattened against his forehead from the breeze, contemplating the mess he’d made and regretting it immensely.
writeblr /// tangents about my wips It’s all lit-fic, mystery, and noir around here Project Istanbul
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