downtown summer storms rapturous clouds shouting above Travis Street the sky drunk on water suddenly unfolds rain splatters down vertical strikes on gritty pavement street lights flicker over huddled … more →
pro temporenymeria87 wrote 1 month ago: Yes, it’s been an incredibly tired day (what was that about trying to make it to bed a little … more →
nymeria87 wrote 1 month ago: With the start of university looming ahead, I made it a point to work on Light every day. Work inclu … more →
nymeria87 wrote 2 months ago: Yes, I’ve been working on editing throughout the last week. No, I haven’t written a sing … more →
nymeria87 wrote 2 months ago: In the end, I really had a blast with this chapter and yes, I finally finished it today There was … more →
J.C wrote 2 months ago: Well, despite the fact that I didn’t start writing until much later in the day than I normally … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: As you can guess by the title, I’ve had some fun plotting for Light. Or should I call it subpl … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction. By that t … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: One Damian Prince Raeyn was dead. At least that’s what they said, no matter where you went. Or … more →
blythe wrote 3 months ago: downtown summer storms rapturous clouds shouting above Travis Street the sky drunk on water suddenly … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: Honestly I’m having one of those days. Pondering what to do with this damn novel that wants to … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: Sometimes I really hate beginnings… I’ve written another draft of One, but then again I … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: Here’s just something I was wondering about as I was pondering the pro’s and con’s … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: You know that feeling nagging at you, you knowing that that there’s something wrong with that … more →
nymeria87 wrote 3 months ago: Okay, I looked over this again tonight and in the end it’s like 11 words shorter than the last … more →
peterosborne wrote 5 months ago: “Is something wrong?” she said. “Well, of course there is.” “You … more →
blythe wrote 5 months ago: All I do not Know Could the unknown be a solid, singular thing? A giant onion or cake resting in my … more →
blythe wrote 6 months ago: Lullaby I began, in two halves, at the end of a ragged, rushed half hour of love that began at the e … more →
blythe wrote 6 months ago: Acts of remembrance sound like water pouring out over worn linoleum floors and feel like the slow a … more →
blythe wrote 6 months ago: Watchman in a Dry Land I live in a land that eats the sun, sucks it pale by night. The sun fights … more →