TCIK Original Book Update #4

I found this song again... I true masterpiece.

I'm old af

I was just remembering 'the old days'. 'My days'.

I'm so oooooooooooooooold.

Me, my parents and a cheap car.

No air conditioning, the warmest summer ever known.

Beatles rocking through the radio nonstop.

Beetles rocking through the windshield with a ton of their insect friends as well. (For some reason, those insects just disappeared nowadays...)

Coming back home to... sit down and read a book? Cuz no internet, babe. Not even a mp3 player at the time.

(I confess, I'd just stare at the ceiling, wishing it'd swallow me whole.)

Tumblr is god-given, I'm telling ya.

S-S Book Update #1

It started as a fic, now it's shaping out to become a book. The playlist is dope.

But what surprised me the most?

The main pairing is... hetero.

Man + woman.

What am I doing with my life?? hahah

I don't write a hetero main pairing since... 2009??????

TCIK Original Book Update #1

Finally, I have the structure of the story complete! Like, the main ideas in each arc.

I'm still drowning in my notes. I have at least 200 pages of it, and the worst laziness to sort them out. Some of the ideas are already outdated, but some are gold. I'm organizing them all in this new document, and it's going well, even though it's a very slow process.

I'm still not satisfied with the ending. It has already morphed into something brand new in the time I've been thinking about this fic (like, one month?), but I find something is still missing… I'll keep thinking about it and trying to figure it out.

Another challenge is making the romance feel earned. I wrote a bit of it already, and I'm not satisfied. The protagonist feels like a dunderhead, and the main love interest a creep. I feel this is something I'll end up figuring out at the last moment…

Anyway, despite hating crosswords and puzzles, I find book-puzzles like those fascinating. Hurray!! Another day of slaving over my book <3

C&D Book Update #5

Spent my whole Sunday fleshing out chapters 57+. Added chapter 70 today as well, after the idea for it just crossed my mind before bed yesterday.

I found I'm a really silly person. Also, shameless.

Chapters 57+ don't look polished yet, but I love them! It was so much fun...

Now I want to just immerse myself in the book I wrote and enjoy it, but I think I have to fix all the red marked phrases first. They have bad wording, or are too old (discarded ideas), or n other reasons... they are bad. And they need to go.

I feel lazy just thinking about it, but hey, no one will do it for me.

C'mon...

F can do it!!

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When people think I'm a man they treat me better than when people think I'm a woman.

It brings me back to that one time I was on this school show, acting as an old, male historical figure. I welcomed the incoming kids from other schools and taught them this one little song. We all had a good time. But some of them (mainly the adults) kept asking me: are you a boy? Or are you a girl??

Like, the hell should they care?

I had short hair, kinda deep voice, just a teen, but my voice was high enough and my face feminine enough that it made them doubt.

And does that even matter?

Yes, it does. Because when I tell people I'm technically male, they bite their tongues and don't say nasty shit.

And while being nonbinary myself (and I can't care less about what other people think of my gender), I can't help thinking:

What horrible world for my sister to grow up.

I wish we can all make it a better place for women, one day.

Being Bigender (to me) feels like swimming: someone mixed paint in the water, but you give no fuck at all. You. Are. Just. Swimming.

I used to think I had nothing to offer to the world. That my writings were shit. Lacking in pretty much everything. That no one would want to read them in their right mind. That I'd be better off dead.

Fuck that.

I'll carve my path in blood if need be, if even one person feels heard by a word I wrote.

(I'm just being poetic, policeman)