@wipsnips.bsky.social “So,” she said. “You can be taught.” There was a breath of tension, as if Christian were unsure of he heard her through the door. In the moments between, the air hung heavy and humid. She held her breath and wondered how he would respond. -Child of Snow and Spear #querying

I smile and take the cocoa. I want to stop her sympathy with words. I toss my new scarf to the side of me and curl a little tighter into the plaid fleece blanket Meg keeps on her couch. “It’s…it’s not like I’m just dead, you know?” The Threshold, a short story #wipsnips #shortstory #writing

The match ends. Maestro thinks I won on points. My knee won’t make another round. The judges debate awhile. She takes the match. I leave the bronze medalist in the Copa Tuxpana tournament. The fact we were only three competitors means nothing at all. Girl Dragon, #querying #memoir #wipsnips

Like the Frost Farm, the wild has slowly been replaced, the rows of white birch consumed by used car lots and Dunkin’ Donuts. Even the wetlands, which used to house my beloved deer, fox and coyote, are not safe from the persistent hunger of progress. #querying #memoir #wipsnips #write -Girl Dragon

THE SELKIE’S HEART Years ago, a selkie’s power created an inn for the Other Folk and brought magic to the village of Bilcraigh. When jealousy led to betrayal, the selkie’s magic became a curse. Now, Moira Jean must break the curse, and her heart, to save them all. #smutpit #c #pn #querying

THE SELKIE’S HEART The inn was waiting for Moira Jean. Moira is a “right” Fitzgerald, fated to break a 500 year curse and free the village of Bilcraigh forever. The problem? To break the curse she has to break the heart of the man she loves…as well as her own. #smutpit #querying #het #pn #c

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“They’re here,” Jaguar whispered. Boy sensed them. He felt it, the way his Magic thrummed, drew an image in his mind of the foreign presence. He sensed the outline of a Mage. At least one, likely a Sniffer, but there were echoes he couldn’t identify. #wipsnips #wip #write The Golden Strand, fantasy

@wipsnips.bsky.social …with the exception of Wolfe, the informal caregiver of the group, the Court preferred to dress according to their magic. He wondered what color he would wear as he stared at the yellow of his Mage Mark. He grimaced. He hated yellow. -The Golden Strand, #writing #wip #write

What are the odds of TWO master orators married to one another? Listening to them speak was uplifting, inspirational and exhilarating. A reminder of another, better time when leaders spoke to our better angels & offered hope & optimism rather than divisive vulgarisms. #ChangeIsComingNovember3rd

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Steve is trying his best.

Seriously, this dog is so damn cute, it makes it so hard to get writing done. #dogs #writingwithdogs #writing

#wipsnips Before throwing herself beneath the table, she paused. Could gods smell humans? Did humans have a different smell to them, like existential body odor? Gry sniffed her hangerok. Or actual body odor. -Child of Snow and Spear #amwriting #querying #fantasybooks #books #writing

When your dinner is so good, you have to fall asleep cuddling your bowl. #dogs #puppycuddles

“I ask him if that happens often. He laughs... I thank him for meeting with me. I leave his office without ever telling him the truth. Memory isn’t a blessing. It’s the curse of not forgetting. And there are many things I wish I could forget.” Girl Dragon, A Memoir #wipsnips #querying #autism

New story for Reedsy’s weekly prompts competition. Lots of fun writing this one! reedsy.com/short-story/...

She thought of the man/bear, who carried on his colorless shoulders a sadness like a cloak. She made them both a silent vow. She would free him and, perhaps, by maintaining her vow, she would also free herself. Child of Snow #wipsnips #amwriting #querying #fantasy #booksky

#wipsnips “His fate is to bring the end of all things. To slay you, the great Odin,” Gry gestured to the god. “In turn, to accept his path is to be tortured for eternity. Who among you, among any of us, would accept such a fate?” Child of Snow And Spear #querying #booksky #amwriting #books

My mother and I, aged 74 and 42 respectively, are having a “love you to infinity” war. I am currently in the lead with double triple infinity infinity. It is wonderful. My cheeks hurt from smiling. #Moms #MothersDay #worldsbestmom

@wipsnips.bsky.social Later that night, while Moira Jean slept, the North Wind came down from the mountains with a song on her lips. So rare were her songs, that the East and West wind traveled from afar to share her story and add their voices to her evening song. The Selkie’s Return #querying

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@wipsnips.bsky.social Seffa closed her eyes, pain washing over her. Oh gods, she thought. Inya. Her brother. The young prince of Shopur, ten years her junior and the light of the Empire of a Thousand Sands was gone. Inya was dead. The Assassin Queen WIP, adult fantasy #amwriting #writing

If you like: 🔮Elemental magic 🔥Slow burn romance ❤️‍🔥Strangers➡️lovers➡️enemies ⚔️Fierce female protagonists 💖LGBTQIA rep on the page 🤪All the banter Then this one’s for you! COVENANT OF THE DAMNED is a 119k rom. fantasy querying now #Q #RF #A #F #QuestPit

Half-Valkyrie. Half-Viking. All badass. When Gry betrays a cursed prince, they must risk their safety, voice, body, and soul to find redemption. Battling an emo Loki throughout the realms of Yggdrasil, they transform to become warrior, bard, smith, thief, and legend. #questpit #A #F #querying

#wipsnips “I smile at him. The shoot goes well. The photographer takes some of the best photos of my childhood that day. Maybe it was because the smiles are real. For the first time in a decade, I genuinely smiled in pictures.” Girl Dragon, #querying #memoir #amwriting #writer

Happy Independent Bookstore Day! #books

Writing a book is a MASSIVE achievement. Even if it's not perfect. Even if no one has read it. Even if it never gets published. No matter what happens next, appreciate everything you have done so far. The simple act of finishing a first draft is worth celebrating. You did that. 🎉

One of the biggest surprises of having a hysterectomy has been the surge in creative energy. It’s been less than a month and I’m over a hundred pages into one project with four more projects circulating in pieces. It will be interesting to see how things continue to change in the next year!

When my horse rolls he does a big, full-bodied shake on one side, but only one side. The second side is only a half-shake, as if he wants to carry a little bit of mud or dust on him to remember the roll by. Then he looks at his reflection just to make sure he’s still beautiful. And he is.

A paper in JAMA Psychiatry says mental health providers should ask if patients are using artificial intelligence chatbots, just as they would ask patients about sleep habits and substance use.

I should be writing. I have scenes upon scenes blooming in my head. My antagonist is false. My heroes are lovely, asexual mates. There are themes of different types of love, the toll of trauma, and individualism v collectivism in healing. It’s a thing. Oh, and dragons. But…the dog… #amwriting #books

Clurichauns, leprechauns, and pucas, oh my! Come visit Bilcraigh, where the village is haunted, the inn is magical, and if you piss of the spirits, they’ll throw shoes at you. And ectoplasm. Stay if you dare, fall in love, and resolve a curse, if you can. “The Selkie’s Return” #chaospit #querying

Conversion abuse is not about speech. It uses behavioral modification and emotional and physical abuse to suppress and oppress. If affirming care is illegal for LGTBQIA+ minors, how are they legally justifying abuse? Let’s not pretend it’s anything but officially sanctioned violence.

The beautiful, beloved tufted puffins are expected back at Haystack Rock in Cannon Beach, where the 2026 Welcome the Puffins Celebration will take place April 18. Read more at www.oregonlive.com/environment/...

Elmhyth walked behind the throne room to a small alcove in the back of the chambers. Calling on the blood seal of the royal house, Elmhyth’s hand burst into life, forcing the stone door to bend and disappear into mist. #wipsnips #amwriting #wip “Prelude to Revolution,” epic fantasy

#wipsnips We used to fight about boundaries. Or more, I would state my boundaries and she would cross them. When I inevitably got angry, she would dismiss my concerns or tell me to “get over it.” From Girl Dragon, A Memoir #querying #amwriting #booksky #writing

Saturday writing mornings at the tea shop are the highlight of my week. Minimal distractions, good energy, and yummy macarons. Just added 5,000 words to the latest project. A writing day is a good day! #amwriting #booksky #wip

Anyone who knows me knows I love dinosaurs. I will watch anything with dinosaurs. “Jurassic Park” is one of my favorite books. If there was a movie called Texnado where T-rexes fell from the sky and created a F5 disaster, I’d watch it. That said, “Jurassic World: Rebirth” was really, really boring.

“The first thing she learned about death was the warmth of blood. The second was the tremendous distance arterial spray could travel.” #wipsnips #writing #wip From, “The Assassin Queen”

Buckle up, y’all. Mercury goes into Gatorade tomorrow until March 20.

#WritingCommunity #BookSky #5amWritersClub Join me 3/1 for #NaNoMyWay. Did this on Twitter but never here #NaNoMyWay — a take on NaNoWriMo where you write as much or as little as you want daily & share! I'll post daily starting 3/1. Prep now so you'll be ready. Please repost to spread the word! 🥰

@wipsnips.bsky.social She remembered the face she sold into slavery, the startling quality of the baby’s eyes, the funny lilt she had when she laughed. She remembered the number They called that day. What happened to the stolen reject of science? What became of 32411? #wip #writing #amwriting

All of the hubbub and criticism of “Wuthering Heights,” which, tbh, really should have been subtitled “A Fan-fiction,” demonstrates why it is so important to interrogate internalized oppression and call out writers who perpetuate harmful hegemonies. I say it about certain books and I say it again:

“Something big bumped me.” I floated down again, my feet settling in the sand. My father gazed out over the water, his eyes narrowing. “That was a shark.” “Ha ha, funny funny,” I said, going back to floating around. “No, I’m serious. That was a shark.” #wipsnips #amwriting #shark #truestory

@wipsnips.bsky.social I didn’t know then, in the way that I didn’t know anything related to social norms, that approaching your advisor with the faux confidence of an ingenue was odd. From Girl Dragon, An Autistic Memoir #amwriting #amquerying #memoir #writing #autism

I found a speculative non-fiction essay from years ago that, if I didn’t know myself better, I would have assumed I wrote while high on acid. It disturbs me, which I think means I should do something with it. When I get the courage to read it again.