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  • #ShareAnExcerpt

    As I listened, I realized, for the first time in my life, that I didn’t know if I really liked the song. It was so melancholic; the Marcy of the song was a memory of the past, a picture that had faded in the sun. I wanted to think that I was more than that. A little ways through, I managed to look up. He was looking for me again. I got out of my seat and got as close to the stage as I could, at least so I was under the light. We locked eyes at “And I'll share, share our time together / Until our time together is done”.


    But that's exactly why the song is perfect for you, Marcy. ;)

    I actually like this cover better than the original, but yeah.

    Some brain dumping on character names

    Spoiler! :
    I knew I wanted my protagonist of this story to have a name from a song, and I just intuitively went with Marcy, but I'm sure I was subconsciously influenced by this song. I also realized in this same movie the girls in the cult all answer the phone as "Marlene Lewis", so that's where her last name comes from. Ope. Hopefully this is one of those cases of "imitation is the sincerest of flattery" because Martha Marcy May Marlene is genuinely one of my favorite movies.

    Anyway, when I was first drafting this story, the character names all came to me pretty much right away. I purposefully named "Eileen" after "Come On Eileen". To this day I have no idea where I got "Cole Hargrove" from, only that it intuitively came to me pretty much from Day One. Cole Porter might have been in the back of my mind too.

    Anyways, names are fun. Especially when your intuition leads you in fun and interesting ways.


    Snoink The link to the song doesn't work... :(
    Dec 22, 2023


    Elinor @Snoink that's weird! Try now: https://youtu.be/9NGQD63qAOw?si=FSxjxaeSYTZS3U2d

    (I think the different versions have some different lyrics but this one has my favorite verse for them)

    Spoiler! :
    And I'll share, share our time together
    Until our time together is done
    But your skin it was pretty
    And I loved, I loved another one
    Now she, she's just like some picture
    That has faded in the sun

    Dec 22, 2023

  • WC: 38,468 words

    I didn't write yesterday, but man am I back on track today! Excited about finally starting to make the connections between younger Olive and All Our Yesterdays Olive, all the places this book has the potential to go. #ShareAnExcerpt

    Spoiler! :
    The assistant answered and patched Olive through right away, as soon as she gave her name.

    Jennifer’s voice was warm, motherly, and beaming. “Hi, Olive! Thank you so much for returning my call. How are you?”

    Olive explained that she was alright and that she was back home in the Midwest following the death of her father.

    Jennifer apologized, as she hadn’t known. Then, she got right into the reason for her call. Her preteen daughters both watched Rebecca and Kate religiously, and were big fans of hers. Jennifer had read an interview that Olive had done for Seventeen, asking about her first album and her her role on the show and how she connected with Kate. Olive had stated that she wanted to make more music and she was “always writing”. “My daughters begged me to pick up your first album,” Jennifer explained. “I loved it. You have a unique voice. It’s my understanding that you’re not signed with any record label right now?”

    Olive confirmed that she was not.

    That was when Jennifer asked Olive if she’d ever been to New York City.

    Olive said that she had not.

    “How would you like to come and meet me in Brooklyn? As soon as you’re able to, of course? I’d love to see if Velvet could be a good home for your music. I’d like to support more female artists, anyways. You’d think it’s still the fifties with the way things are around here. Besides, just seeing the way my daughters respond to your show… I think there could be something here.”

    Olive didn’t respond for a beat. “This was exactly what I wanted. Another opportunity was falling into my lap just like that. I guess that, after what happened with Skylark, I didn’t want to get hurt again.”

  • #ShareAnExcerpt :)

    As they continued to drive, Joan bluntly addressed the elephant that had been in the room for the past week. “Olive, your family doesn’t make very much money, do they?”

    Olive hadn’t been expecting the question, so it took her a moment to anser. There was a long enough silence that Joan said, “Sorry if that was too personal, you don’t have to answer it.”

    “No, it’s okay,” Olive said. “Not really. We’re not poor, but the advance I got, it changed my life. And even then, I’m at Brookland because the record label paid for it.”

    “I’m just curious,” Joan said quietly. “I could tell there was a difference with you. You weren’t weirded out at my house or anything, were you?”

    Olive shook her head. It was half a lie, but none of her discomfort was Joan’s fault.

    Joan explained that her parents had both explained that while her mother was always well off, her father had grown up destitute. “He and my mom have been married twenty years, and they’re great together, but it’s caused some arguments for sure. My dad always says how lucky and privileged I am and wants to make sure I don’t ever forget it. I know how the world works, is what I’m trying to say.”

  • WAIT. Is it #ShareAnExcerpt day for #Nanowrimo already???

    I already shared this on my nano page, but it makes me laugh, SO. Sharing it here for everyone else to see. XD

    Spoiler! :
    Tristian frowned. “This plan seems too easy. There must be a catch!”

    “There isn’t a catch,” the wolf said. “That’s all you need to do. It is an easy task.”

    Tristian frowned more. “Then why hasn’t anyone done it before?”

    “Because humans are ridiculous and like to complicate everything, especially if it’s easy!” the wolf growled. “Now, stop asking questions and try your magic flute! Let’s hear what it sounds like.”

    Tristian frowned at the bundled reeds that he made. Then he glanced up at the wolf, who looked at him eagerly with his ears perked up. “I suppose I just blow into it, right?" he asked uncertainly. Then he puffed his cheeks and blew into the reeds.

    An atrocious squawk came out.

    The noise startled Tristian so badly that he dropped the flute and sprang away in surprise. But when the wolf heard it, he wagged his tail happily. “Beautiful!” he cried. “That will put them right to sleep!”

    Tristian stared at the wolf in disbelief. At first, he thought that the wolf must have said those words sarcastically. Then, as he watched the wolf’s tail wagging and realized that the wolf was serious, he grew angry. “Do you really think that sound will make them sleep?” he snapped, his face growing red. “Why, it sounded like a dying duck!”

    “I can think of no fonder sound,” the wolf said, sighing wistfully and wagging his tail more. “Dying ducks remind me of duck dinners, and what can be more satisfying than that? Imagine falling asleep with a belly full of oily duck flesh. Can you think of anything better? I wouldn’t mind a duck dinner myself right now. It sounds glorious.”

    Tristian stared at the wolf. Then he held up the reeds in anger. “Why, if I played my flute — if you can even call it that! — it would wake the whole castle up! They will think that they are being invaded by an army of deranged ducks and they will wake up in a panic! Then they would see me, quacking like an imbecile on my reeds, and throw me in prison for causing mass panic to them all!”

    The wolf looked at Tristian quizzically and tilted his head. “Are humans really that scared of ducks?”

  • The woman could read me like a book, and there was no way I’d be able to hide that the I hate Seth boat had left the harbor and I was now finding my footing on the oops I’m distracted by the way puberty blessed him and the way he doesn’t suck boat now.

    oops indeed!! ;)

    #ShareAnExcerpt

  • He almost made me smile. He kind of had a gift for that too. When he wanted to, of course.


    shhhhhh don't spook her. she doesn't know she likes him yet!

    #ShareAnExcerpt

  • It's officially #ShareAnExcerpt Day! Here's mine for the week:

    Spoiler! :
    Skye paused at the fence, her overworked limbs threatening to give up as she pulled in some much-needed breaths. The adrenaline coursing through her veins insisted that she keep moving, but her legs were rooted to the spot as she stole a glance back at the building, hidden almost entirely by the darkness and the looming trees. Still, she could see the balcony they had escaped through; could recognize the window of the room they had locked her in.

    Voices called out to each other in the dark, and she could hear them moving through the woods, frantic in their search for them.

    Any moment now, they would find her standing at the doorway of her escape, shaking like the scared little girl she very much felt like.

    “What are you doing?” Mel’s high whisper reached her, and she turned around to find her standing on the other side, her body ready to flee into the darkness at a moment’s notice.

    She had waited for her, Skye realized. She had come back to look for her.

    “Do you want to die? Is that it?” The question broke her out of her trance. She glanced back at the building one final time, at the darkness hiding their enemies who would be closing in on them in a minute now.

    Enemies, she reminded herself. They were her enemies now.

    “No, I don’t.”

    Mel seemed to catch something in her voice. Her previous fury was replaced with understanding as she came up to her and took her hand.

    “Then let’s go.”

    This time, she did not hesitate. She ran.

  • ~ #ShareAnExcerpt

    From today's NaNo writing about James who worked as a child-laborer in the mines and grew up to participate in the Coal Wars.

    CW: descriptions of death, illness

    Spoiler! :
    It was ironic in some ways that for all the hours James spent imagining mine walls collapsing and cart derailments, that for most of them the coal would end up killing them from the inside-out. They wouldn't die in hours, or days, but over years as the coal dust worked its way into their bodies and reacted to the lung-tissue, giving them that achingly deep chest cough that wouldn't shake, wouldn't filter out until they died. There was something to what Father Alton said in church about Adam being born of dust and how it would always be that way.

    James remembered the first year that his Gama Joleen had brought him to "Ashy Wednesday" service as a child and how he had recoiled as the priest pressed ashes over his already filthy forehead, "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust" he had said, so matter-of-factly, like he had peered into James' soul and already knew it was coal dust coated like the rest of him.

    And James had wept the rest of the service, scrubbing his forehead raw as soon as he was out the doors. He knew he was "dust to dust" all the way through. But oh he longed to be something more.


    BluesClues oh ow :,)
    Nov 3, 2023

  • #ShareAnExcerpt
    Spoiler! :
    Valencia Heartwood loved watching live-streamed quests.

    There was just something more real about them than the quest highlight reels that most people watched on Oxygen. When questers live streamed, Val felt as if she was transported through the social media app, through her phone, and was right there next to them, outwitting monsters and solving ancient puzzles. It was a great distraction. And Val was in dire need of a distraction.


    GrHinds09 That sounds so cool!
    Nov 3, 2023


    Spearmint thanks!! ^-^ i'm trying to combine fantasy and the present day, hence the social media app and livestreamed quests =P
    Nov 3, 2023


  • #ShareAnExcerpt

    Spoiler! :
    She seems to read my mind as she guides me into the kitchen. As she offers to make me coffee, I notice that photo albums have laid out for me.

    “This is all I really have, but feel free to use anything,” Julie explains. “Of course, I can answer any questions.”

    I’m still waking up as I nod. I pick one album to start with. The first picture I see is one of two girls and a boy in Halloween costumes. It’s date 10-31-1982. The boy, Erik, stands beside Olive in the center and Nora on the right. Erik is dressed as Indiana Jones, Olive, as Sleeping Beauty, and Nora, as Princess Leia.

    Julie sees me looking at the picture and smiles. “That was a good year. They all still liked each other then.”

    I nod as I continue to look at the photos, mostly ones of the kids doing normal things. You could find this photo album in the home of any family in America. I haven’t seen any of these. I don’t know if anyone has, other than Olive’s family.

    “Have you been to the Hall of Fame yet?” Julie asks me.

    I shake my head. “It’s on my list.”

    “Olive and her brother would go sometimes, when they were old enough,” Julie explains. “They’d go and just hang out there, even though they’d been to the exhibits a million times. After Erik went to college, Olive still went. I think it meant more to her than it ever did to him.”

    The coffee’s ready by then, and Julie joins me at the table. “So,” she asks me, “what do you want to know?”

  • RandomTalks wrote:NaNo is finally here! This month is all about breathing life into those ideas in your head and finally getting them onto page. But the best part is about writing together as a community and here's a fun hashtag to commemorate that!

    In honour of NaNo, we are now celebrating every Thursday as #ShareAnExcerpt Day! To participate, just share an excerpt of your writing on every Thursday of this month! It can be a couple of paragraphs or a few lines of dialogue or just some wacky quote you are especially proud of. You can provide context for your excerpt or choose not to - its totally up to you! Just mention TW's for anything potentially triggering and don't forget to use the hashtag #ShareAnExcerpt!

    Have fun writing! And Happy NaNo!

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  • My excerpt is a call to action for #TheGoldenMermaid for this #ShareAnExcerpt Thursday!
    Spoiler! :
    The master gardener smiled gently. “Try not to worry about the tree! When your mother brought the seeds to me, I was not sure they would survive! All the saplings seemed to wither away. Your mother shed many tears over all the dead saplings. But this tree has last through so much. It is a tough tree that has known much suffering, and yet still it has survived. Try not to worry about it!”

    “I will try,” Tristian said, though his heart felt weak all the same. He glanced at the three apples that hung off the tree. “Should we pick the apples before the bird takes them away and breaks the tree further?” he asked, trying not to seem bothered by the idea of the bird further destroying the tree.

    But the master gardener shook his head. “No. Keep the apples on the tree. Let the bird come again.”

    Tristian blinked in surprise. “What do you mean by that?”

    “You are a prince, not a gardener,” the master gardener said gently. “I am the gardener. I will tend to the tree right now and make sure the bird does not come for the rest of the night. But you are the prince. You must hunt the bird who would destroy your precious tree.”

  • RandomTalks wrote:NaNo is finally here! This month is all about breathing life into those ideas in your head and finally getting them onto page. But the best part is about writing together as a community and here's a fun hashtag to commemorate that!

    In honour of NaNo, we are now celebrating every Thursday as #ShareAnExcerpt Day! To participate, just share an excerpt of your writing on every Thursday of this month! It can be a couple of paragraphs or a few lines of dialogue or just some wacky quote you are especially proud of. You can provide context for your excerpt or choose not to - its totally up to you! Just mention TW's for anything potentially triggering and don't forget to use the hashtag #ShareAnExcerpt!

    Have fun writing! And Happy NaNo!

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  • I'll hop on the bandwagon :.D #ShareAnExcerpt
    Spoiler! :
    We now stand among the ruins of the humble village of Theufate-- or at least the drowned remains of it. A village plagued by evil and curses so cruel that it is thought to be a legend. It sat on a great slab of rock, the very slab that slid off the cliffs it perched on with the village still built upon it. Long abandoned before its fall, it tumbled down into the rolling waters. It stands now in a numb slumber, dark slithering things curling around the waterlogged posts. Bright scaled wonders curving through the crumbling homes. Broken murals laying on the sea floor, cracks splintering from the ocean pressure. Unsuspecting fish swimming into the crevices of the buildings, never to come out again. Others snatched right out of them by the darting things in the darkness. Tendrils of kelp choking out the small square in the center, a forest pouring out the fragments of structures. Netted murmurs, muted whispers, sponged poems all flowing through the lonely place with the chill of the current. Theufate shifts into the sand, sinking and slowly becoming nothing but the legend that it is told to be. Bits of it stripped away by the current, ripping into itself. Slowly disappearing among the creatures of the deep, but the prophecies scribbled on the walls can still be read…as if some sort of warning to heed.


    RandomTalks Love the amount of gravity and foreshadowing you managed to incorporate in these descriptions!
    Nov 3, 2023


    luxeterna thanks :]]
    Nov 3, 2023

  • To start off, here's mine:

    Spoiler! :
    She stood outside the gate for a moment, hand wrapped tightly around the rough iron, still wet from the previous night's rain. Mike had already crossed the short pathway to the greenhouse and was now unlocking it with a key he had in a chain around his neck. She recognized the silver as it glinted under the torchlight.

    'Father had it forced closed before he left,' she remembered him saying, 'We can't get in without his key.'

    She watched now as Mike nudged the door open with his shoulder and hooked the familiar key chain back around his neck, tucking it into his shirt and out of her sight. He then turned towards her, a little annoyed at still finding her outside the gate.

    "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on!"

    Skye had found herself in similar situations many times in her life, she realized. She had stood on the threshold of recknlessness before and followed her brother blindly, paying no heed to any danger that might await them. And all because she would rather walk into the unknown with him than face a reality where she allowed him to venture out alone, without knowing if he would ever come back. But this time, as she closed the gate behind her and trudged through the wet mud to where he was still holding the door open for her, she felt unease settle deep inside her.

    Something was different. The spark in his eyes was too bright, too manic; the light in them felt foreign. And as the door closed behind her for the final time and darkness enveloped them, she had a feeling that nothing would ever be the same again.

    #ShareAnExcerpt


    alliyah
    She had stood on the threshold of recklessness

    !!! Oh! Love how that is phrased!

    Nov 3, 2023


    RandomTalks thanks!!
    Nov 3, 2023

  • RandomTalks wrote:NaNo is finally here! This month is all about breathing life into those ideas in your head and finally getting them onto page. But the best part is about writing together as a community and here's a fun hashtag to commemorate that!

    In honour of NaNo, we are now celebrating every Thursday as #ShareAnExcerpt Day! To participate, just share an excerpt of your writing on every Thursday of this month! It can be a couple of paragraphs or a few lines of dialogue or just some wacky quote you are especially proud of. You can provide context for your excerpt or choose not to - its totally up to you! Just mention TW's for anything potentially triggering and don't forget to use the hashtag #ShareAnExcerpt!

    Have fun writing! And Happy NaNo!

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  • NaNo is finally here! This month is all about breathing life into those ideas in your head and finally getting them onto page. But the best part is about writing together as a community and here's a fun hashtag to commemorate that!

    In honour of NaNo, we are now celebrating every Thursday as #ShareAnExcerpt Day! To participate, just share an excerpt of your writing on every Thursday of this month! It can be a couple of paragraphs or a few lines of dialogue or just some wacky quote you are especially proud of. You can provide context for your excerpt or choose not to - its totally up to you! Just mention TW's for anything potentially triggering and don't forget to use the hashtag #ShareAnExcerpt!

    Have fun writing! And Happy NaNo!



If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.
— Woodrow Wilson