Meme of cat looking at a paper while confused. Text reads: who wrote the hard cadenza for Hungarian Rhapsody? Me: Hamelin. Then why did you write Hoffman?
Just a typical day of me writing 😅
Consistency and continuity are hard when you have audhd, a bad memory, and DID. Plus, I am HORRIBLE AT NAMES
#indieauthor #meme #writesky
For the rest of April, I’ll be sharing snippets of ZCN & Friends and talking about how I modeled the story after my life healing from abuse. No child should ever have to go through this, and I want to share my story to help others
#DID #indieauthor #ChildAbusePreventionMonth #abuse
ZCN and Friends is about this painful process of realizing the person you loved hurt you and having to choose yourself over them, even though it hurts. Even though admitting it is the first step toward healing yourself. And, of course, Systems have to make this realization over & over again
Growing up in an abusive household is hard. It’s especially hard with Narcissistic-style abuse. Everything you are is meticulously obliterated. You lose your confidence, your identity, & become an empty husk. Recovery means finding yourself again. Building from scratch everything that was taken away
Not many MG stories talk about trauma and recovery from the POV of a kid, let alone what it means to have DID and deal with all that! So, I truly hope ZCN & Friends will someday become a best-selling series to help kids to understand these struggles and themselves
It’s my hope that, in retelling my life story & experiences in ZCN & Friends, other kids will see themselves in these stories and will learn to love themselves and heal like I did. ZCN isn’t afraid to talk about the pain of Narcissistic-style abuse & being multiple (DID) & having fragmented memories
It’s hard waking up one day and realizing, at age 11, that you don’t remember a lot of your childhood. A time that shouldn’t be that far away. I also realized, in rediscovering these memories, that they weren’t as happy as I thought they were. And that my mom & grandmother weren’t great people
April is #ChildAbusePreventionMonth and I’d like to share my story behind ZCN & Friends.
The series, while a fun MG fantasy about super powers and an imaginary world, is also about my real life. Teen me coming to terms with realizing my hero was also my worst enemy. (Continued)
#WIPSnips #Writesky #WritingCommunity #WIP
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Francis struggles through the first days of lessons. “Time signature” comes up a lot in this book!
What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired I don't mean I want to sleep. I mean I want to disappear for a while. To be rain on a stranger's roof. To be smoke rising from someone else's fire. I don't want to die. But I do want to rest in a way the world has never allowed me. I don't want comfort. I want quiet. I want the mercy of being unseen without being unloved.
What I Mean When I Say I'm Tired ~ K.E. Sermonté
"I want quiet.
I want the mercy of being unseen
without being unloved."
Comic. I’m at my desk, leaning over to the doorway, saying “Hey! Foghorn! Foghorn Leghorn! Get in here!” Foghorn Leghorn is walking past the doorway, “Boy, I tell ya, I tell ya, not so loud, boy. What, I say, I say, what d’ya want?” Next panel, I’m gesturing to my computer. “How do I find that really good manga you recommended? It’s an anime now? I keep getting Halloween costumes.” Foghorn leans over my chair, “well, boy, I say, I say, you ain’t typin the entire title.” Last panel, I turn around- “you said ‘witch hat.’ Foghorn gets in my face- “open your ears, boy!! ‘Witch Hat Atelier, I tell ya! I tell ya ‘Atelier,’ I tell ya’”
How I’ve Been Pronouncing It (Feat. Foghorn Leghorn, my… roommate?)
Me learning everything about a subject I have no personal interest in only because my autistic MC has it as a special interest and I want it to feel realistic
#writesky #writingcommunity #meme
silhouettes of my mother & brother on top of a lookout over Tsegi Canyon (Canyon de Chelly), purple with dusky under cloudy skies
mother & son from a modern world falling
visiting ancient lands of the Dine,
those who survived their own apocalypses
amongst the bones of their ancestors
sun sets over stone that has witnessed
a greedy empire invade and eventually consume itself
yet it still walks in beauty
#StunDay #ImageAndVerse
#Wipsnips #Writesky #writingcommunity
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Francis’ piano tutor and friend, Calla, helps him to learn the basics of reading sheet music, utilizing her own first lesson book from long ago.
In 1996, two neighbors (sic) in Devon, England, spent an entire year hooting at each other while believing they were communicating with owls.
Perfectly normal beginning to every great Dartmoor love story, in my experience.
ON THE LEAN DIVIDER Not a child, nor a woman either, Caught with the day on the edge of noon, Amphibian of the pond and sun, She takes her ease in sand, by water; Keys her breath to the sibilant stir That weaves in the grass along the short, Lifts, in passing a strand of hair, And ravels a path to who knows where. No further visitant, no sound Disturbs that drowsiness, no ripple Flaws the unwrinkled face of the pond; But the mottled cove extends a supple Hand to the hills, and there, dark-pined, Draws down a cottage by a weedy stair And touches a tentative finger-end To a boat half floating, half on the sand
My grandfather was a published poet (The New Yorker, The Atlantic, Kenyon Review, etc.)
He died in a car crash before I was 3, on the way to visit us for Christmas, and everyone says he and I would have been best friends
This is one of my favorites of his
On The Lean Divider, John Alexander Allen
I owe $700 in taxes to the federal government and it is my sincere hope they choke to death on every penny of it
Cringing at your old work isn't embarrassing, it's growth.
I was listening to my 2023 album and there's one song I can barely get through now. It bugs me in ways I didn't notice before.
That just means I've improved. You don't evolve without outgrowing old versions of yourself.
#music #artists
As much as I love poetry, I am so incredibly tired of learning through lived experience precisely what Yeats meant with his lines:
“The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
PHOTO by James Wheeler. A vivid sunset ignites the sky with streaks of lavender, coral, and gold, casting their hues across a blanket of scattered clouds. Below, a perfectly still lake mirrors the dramatic canvas above, creating a seamless reflection of color and light. A narrow strip of land with silhouetted trees and distant mountains separates sky from water, anchoring the surreal scene in quiet solitude.
Sometimes, what matters most is not the light or the dark, but the in-between moment.
In a healthy society, citizens should have the option to ignore politics. In an unhealthy society, citizens must be forever vigilant, since their government cannot be trusted to do the right thing. Of course, part of the reason we're in this mess is because we chose to ignore politics for so long.
Today for #AntagonistApril we are going to talk about your main characters perspective.
Are there any antagonist that your MC thinks have reasonable motives? Or do they think any of their villains can be reasoned with or have good inside them?
Or do they just think all of their villains are evil?
I can’t help myself and am always coming up with different ideas. It’s just fun to me. At least whenever I ad dmyself as a character, I always make myself a flawed human being because I am the most flawed human being lol and usually work out my own questions about myself in the plot. Like therapy
I am AU auto-fanfiction trash 😅 OSS actually began as a spin-off from ZCN & Friends, and then it became its own thing. I rewrote the entirety of Romeo & Juliet with ZCN characters because I was bored lol. I also have a series about me and four other characters owning our own restaurant in Paris…
I always feel stupid for panicking and freaking out
because that’s how the game is played right
They make you freak out and go nuts over the worst case scenario SOLELY so they can have their way and then go whoops nvm
It’s just scare tactics
And this is a trauma response… So I should be nice to me
The news pours mass genocide into my mourning coffee. Somewhere children try to hide bright, scraped-kneed and argus-eyed with nowhere safe to flee. The news pours genocide powdered buildings, bodies fried, earth baked like hard-cracked toffee somewhere children try to hide, ego never satisfied they keep serving them to Donnie. The news pours mass genocide like hydrogen peroxide propelling calamity somewhere children try to hide. Remember the crucified, seek peace for the Irani as news pours mass genocide, somewhere children try to hide.
Lunchbreak #villanelle that's been burning inside since 9am
Not sure this exactly fits the prompts listed as it emerged without using the words specifically, but so it goes. Poo-tee-weet.
#promptcombo #thethingitself #horrorprompt #sacrificial #poem #poetry #politicalpoetry #politicalpoem #resist
TWO DROPS ZBIGNIEW HERBERT No time to grieve for roses, when the forests are burning. - Juliusz Stowacki The forests were on fire— they however wreathed their necks with their hands like bouquets of roses People ran to the shelters - he said his wife had hair in whose depths one could hide Covered by one blanket they whispered shameless words the litany of those who love When it got very bad they leapt into each other's eyes and shut them firmly So firmly they did not feel the flames when they came up to the eyelashes To the end they were brave To the end they were faithful To the end they were similar like two drops stuck at the edge of a face
Zbigniew Herbert’s first poem, written at 15. He was running for an air raid shelter & saw a couple in a passionate kiss—it stood out from the chaos.
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“To the end they were brave,
To the end they were faithful,
To the end they were similar like two drops
stuck at the edge of a face.”
#poetry #war
Peak “crazy making behavior,” as my therapist puts it. I grew up living in fight/flight 24/7 my whole life. This whole country is going to need therapy when this is all over
four panel comic. panel one: a cartoon man addresses a brain: “hey Brain how’s it goin?” panel two: the brain is obscured by many many black scratchy lines, making it look like an evil tumbleweed panel three: the man takes this in silently panel four:man: “yea”
the psychic damage of being online and aware this morning is staggering
