damn girl, are you a tiny chunk of cat food? because i just accidentally ate you off a cutting board because i thought you were a banana bread crumb. i don't think i'm doing this format right

I don't have anything to promo at the moment, but if any of my mutuals are interested in beta reading WIP 2 (or 1 for that matter), let me know.

#QueerWritersChat #lesfic #Sapphic #Sapphicauthors 🌈✒️

I'm Mel Waverly. I write stories about women who love women and apparently women who eat and like music.
Wishing You Knew, aka: WIP 2, but told by meals/food.
And These Words Remain Unsaid, aka: WIP 1, but as a setlist

#QueerPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #QueerWriters #WritingPrompts #WriteSky #Sapphic

If we're talking the "shoot your shot" type of news, then without a doubt, I'd say waking up to @bywaterbooks.bsky.social wanting to publish my WIPs. But that would require querying it and I haven't done that (yet 🫢🫣)

#LoreOutLoud #WriterSky #Writingcommunity #WritingPrompts 🌈✒️ #lesfic #sapphic

Julie Gatensby and Isabell Brewer have been friends since Julie saved Izzy from a mishap with some iced tea. When they start a band together, they finally start to feel like the cool kids they knew they were. After a concert at a local bar, their friendship is put to the test—and fails. Several years later, Julie returns home in the hopes of regrouping after a disastrous breakup from her band, her job, and her boyfriend. She also hopes she can revive a friendship that had long since ended. Izzy, however, is less receptive to Julie’s overtures. Years of hurt on both sides make relationships strained. Thankfully, everyone else around them seems to see what the women simply cannot: they are meant to be together. If only Izzy could admit her feelings. If only Julie could get over her self-hate. If only one of them would say what they really want. If only someone would turn off the home shopping channel. And if only everyone would stop telling drummer jokes!

Jacqueline Lamont likes control. She controls her life, her career, and her emotions by one guiding principle: attachments are dangerous. Fortunately, her career as a well-known folk singer makes that easy. Jacqueline lives out of tour buses and hotels, drifting from town to town and lover to lover, never staying long enough to belong anywhere. She’s happier that way—or so she tells herself. Then a phone call rips her off the road, sending her back to a family she long believed had abandoned her and to a life she never meant to return to. Back in Toronto, Jacqueline struggles to find her footing and maintain any semblance of control. Especially when she keeps running into a charming young nurse who looks oddly familiar and seems determined to insert herself into Jacqueline’s carefully contained life. Shannon MacCartney is everything Jacqueline tries to avoid: rooted and compassionate. Worse yet, she has an unsettling ability to see past Jacqueline’s raised eyebrows, biting remarks, and relentless need for control. Jacqueline’s tight grip on control is challenged, as the universe and an infuriatingly determined nurse show her that letting go might be the only way to get what she truly wants. Now Jacqueline must decide what she truly wants—the freedom of leaving or the risk of staying.

1954. Toronto, Canada loves its pulp fiction—as long as the lesbians don't live happily ever after. Cèilidh Reid, a journalist by day and a lesbian pulp writer by night, is frustrated: the paperbacks she writes must, by law and custom, end in tragedy. Beverly Hendricks, an avid reader and occasional writer, is equally fed up with the absence of HEAs in books. Neither woman has found a happily-ever-after on the page—or in real life. And since they cannot stand each other, they certainly won't find it together. When Cèilidh catches Beverly—armed with a utility knife, glue, and a stack of papers—tampering with her books at a local bookstore, it sparks an uneasy alliance and an audacious plan: rewrite the endings. Not just one of the books, but all of them. With help from a handful of not-quite-authors, Cèilidh and Beverly embark on a spree of literary sabotage. What follows is an adventure full of road trips, hijinks, one truly terrible misuse of a thesaurus, and the very real possibility of a happily-ever-after.

I'm Mel Waverly, author of slow burn wlw romance novels.
I am querying WIP 1 (And These Words Remain Unsaid) now
Editing WIP 2 (Wishing You Knew)
and Currently writing WIP 3

#WIP #lesfic #amquerying #writesky #writingcommunity 🌈✒️ #sapphicauthors #sapphicwriters

I'm in! I adjusted my Big Gay Agenda & started writing Big Gay Books as my way of fighting book bans & censorship!
In fact, WIP3 is about a group of pissed off lesbians fighting back against censorship!
#SapphicBooks #LGBTQBooks #QueerLit #BookBans #FightCensorship #BookSky #AuthorSky #lesfic 🌈✒️

Vampire biting neck Remember Monsters by Marine St. Jean silhouette of a small town

#WSPitPublished #LGBTQ #T #In #R
#lesfic #sapphic

For everyone who hated their small town.

Who hated who they were around them.

Who still carries the scars.

Who could never be themselves around that girl.

Who remembers the monsters.

mybook.to/Remembermons...

The show last night was fucking amazing!! Great photo! #barrowland #thebeachesband #glasgow

⭐️ SAPPHIC AUTHORS ⭐️ FUNDRAISER FOR ANGELA DAWE

We are holding a sapphic book auction to fundraise for the legendary narrator, Angela Dawe, whose poor health is preventing her from working.

If you are able to contribute to the auction, please join the Facebook group
tinyurl.com/legendaryAD

For those keeping score at home:

A screen grab of a synopsis for work in progress #1 . It reads: Julie Gatensby and Isabell Brewer have been friends since Julie saved Izzy from a mishap with some iced tea. When they start a band together, they finally start to feel like the cool kids they knew they were. After a concert at a local bar, their friendship is put to the test—and fails. Several years later, Julie returns home in the hopes of regrouping after a disastrous breakup from her band, her job, and her boyfriend. She also hopes she can revive a friendship that had long since ended. Izzy, however, is less receptive to Julie’s overtures. Years of hurt on both sides make relationships strained. Thankfully, everyone else around them seems to see what the women simply cannot: they are meant to be together. If only Izzy could admit her feelings. If only Julie could get over her self-hate. If only one of them would say what they really want. If only someone would turn off the home shopping channel. And if only everyone would stop telling drummer jokes!

A screen grab of the synopsis for my 2nd work in progress. It reads: Jacqueline Lamont likes control. She controls her life, her career, and her emotions by one guiding principle: attachments are dangerous. Fortunately, her career as a well-known folk singer makes that easy. Jacqueline lives out of tour buses and hotels, drifting from town to town and lover to lover, never staying long enough to belong anywhere. She’s happier that way—or so she tells herself. Then a phone call rips her off the road, sending her back to a family she long believed had abandoned her and to a life she never meant to return to. Back in Toronto, Jacqueline struggles to find her footing and maintain any semblance of control. Especially when she keeps running into a charming young nurse who looks oddly familiar and seems determined to insert herself into Jacqueline’s carefully contained life. Shannon MacCartney is everything Jacqueline tries to avoid: rooted and compassionate. Worse yet, she has an unsettling ability to see past Jacqueline’s raised eyebrows, biting remarks, and relentless need for control. Jacqueline’s tight grip on control is challenged, as the universe and an infuriatingly determined nurse show her that letting go might be the only way to get what she truly wants.

👋 I'm Mel. I write character-driven wlw romance with a healthy dose of comedy and music. Usually slow burn, sometimes sloth burn.
I have 2 WIP in editing, and 2-3 WIP in my brain currently trying to escape.
#WIP #lesfic #amquerying #writesky #amwriting #amediting #writingcommunity 🌈✒️

A painting of a woman looking out of a window in a room Once the weather gets warmer, I'll be unstoppable. Unless it gets too warm. Then I'll be stoppable again.

Why is it so dark?!

There's going to be a lot of writing for this one because I have thoughts about what I plan and why I plan it.
I plan a lot. The photos are two small sections of what I plan for MCs or any significant SC. I start with characters, then plot, then go back to characters again (1/?)
#AwesomeCharacters

The wife and I are making eggnog because I love it and can't buy it in Norway (and homemade is better anyway).

It's going about as well as most of our kitchen adventures go.

Neither of us are bad in the kitchen (she trained as a chef, I raised myself).

We're just weirdos...
Stay tuned?🥚🤷‍♀️🫠

It's an artistic representation of a circulatory system walking through a kitchen, as drawn by Dave Gibbons and written about by Alan Moore. It happens a lot 'round here.

Happy There Is A Circulatory System Walking Through The Kitchen Day to all who celebrate.

Television's Moira Rose

When someone says "Be a doll, and...", this is the doll I want to be.

A collage of four Victorian circus performers standing in front of a circus tent, with flames rising up in the foreground.

The Toronto Circus Riot broke out on this day 170 years ago — sparked by a brawl between angry clowns and firefighters at a Victorian brothel.

Here's my annual thread about one of the strangest stories in Canadian history...

That show is so deliciously gay, visually stunning, and kind of heartwrenching. Bonus, the soundtrack is 🔥🔥🔥

Happy Pride Month 2025 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
Be gay do crow stuff

#pridemonth #pridecrows

Syd er klar for Eliteserien sesongstart!!

Heia @rosenborgballklub.bsky.social ⚽👏 #eliteserien

I was feeling kinda lonely this morning so I glued a coffee cup to the top of my car so people would wave at me.

Truck with Donald Trump is Jesus Christ decal.

I’ll bring the hammer if you’ll bring the nails.

Photographer who snapped fight between a bald eagle and Canada goose calls it 'very symbolic' | CBC News A bald eagle may have thought it spotted an easy lunch in a Canada goose sitting on an icy bay in Burlington, Ont., but according to Mervyn Sequeira — who watched and photographed a 20-minute battle b...

A photographer, Mervyn Sequeira, took fantastic photographs of a bald eagle trying to attack a Canada goose in Burlington, Ontario. The goose fought back and the eagle backed off.

Inconclusive, but I fear you are correct. Audio and ebooks are probably not part of that UK survey.
www.bbc.com/news/article...

Maybe we both should. 😆 People might just be reading less. But I sincerly hope that's not the case.

Not sure what the article actually says, I am too lazy to go searching 🤭. However, audiobooks and ebooks are both amazing alternatives to physical books. And though I absolutely love the feel, and smell, of the latter, audiobooks are more practical for me personally. Pluss bingefactor is 🤌 #booksky

"Woke just means you give a damn about other people."— Jane Fonda accepting the Life Achievement Award at the SAG Awards