Great art is the byproduct of a human soul engaging its own suffering

Greetings to you, from the most perfect holly leaf skeleton ever:
#autumn

Now that new folks have had a chance to settle into Mastodon...

...I want to show y'all a really cool thing. Mastodon isn't just Mastodon... it's a tiny part of the greater Fediverse.

So Mastodon is many servers that can talk to each other... right? Kinda like an analogue to Twitter (a microblog site) but "federated"...

That's cool and all, but get this: There are other apps that analogues to popular apps, too! - Instead of Instagram, there's Pixelfed!

BUT BUT BUT!!!! - They all use ActivityPub (the protocol behind Mastodon)!

SOOOOOO!!!! - You can *follow* posts on Pixelfed FROM YOUR MASTODON ACCOUNT!!! (And vice versa!)

Not only do Mastodon accounts follow other Mastodon accounts on other servers, they can follow other accounts on other application that use ActivityPub!!!

It's like if your Twitter account could follow someone's Instagram account!!!!

THIS!!! This is the power of the greater **Fediverse**!!!

More info: https://fediverse.party/en/fediverse/

Sample List:
* Facebook analogue: [Friendica](https://friendi.ca)
* Instagram analogue: [Pixelfed](https://pixelfed.org)
* YouTube analogue: [PeerTube](https://joinpeertube.org)
* Spotify analogue: [Funkwhale](https://funkwhale.audio)
* MeetUp analogue: [Mobilizon](https://joinmobilizon.org)
* Reddit analogue: [Lemmy](https://join-lemmy.org)
* Podcasting analogue: [Castopod](https://castopod.org)
* GoodReads analogue: [BookWyrm](https://joinbookwyrm.com)
* Soundcloud analogue: [Reel2Bits](https://reel2bits.org)
* Twitter/Mastodon analogue: [Pleroma](https://pleroma.social/)
* Twitter/Mastodon analogue: [Misskey](https://join.misskey.page/en-US/)

(HT @sean for compiling the core list!)

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#feditips #fediverse

Following on to that thought, I think a lot of my characters in the past have represented the kind of body I idealized and thought I should have, which I do still find beautiful, but beauty can take infinite forms, which becomes self-evident when you release your conditioned expectations of yourself

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Having made peace with my aging body and its "imperfections" over the past year-ish has really made me want to represent more different types of bodies in my fiction going forward

@ljwrites It was! A lot more work than I anticipated, and I really got sucked into it. Part of me has not registered yet that I'm actually done with it, keeps wanting to look at it and pick at it still. 😄

Long rambling thoughts on finishing NaNoWriMo 

I hit my goal of finishing Part 2 of , my partner Mabel's and my epic queer switchblade-and-sorcery novel that we first began drafting in 2016, for , and it feels really good.

It wasn't easy getting into the home stretch, and once I did I was dead to my body and the world for a few days. Finished it Sunday, and two days later I think I'm still recovering. 😅 And part of me's raring to go on finishing Part 3, which is already outlined and partly written, but that may mostly have to wait till after the holidays. We'll see.

Part 2 is now available to download on our Patreon at any contribution level (link below). Part 1 is free to read/download on Mabel's and my website (link also below), and chapters of Part 2 will continue to be posted there every Monday and Friday till we've finished Part 3, at which point we'll release all three parts for free on our site and in ebook format, and for print-on-demand at cost or as close as we can get it.

Thank you, everyone, for your encouragement! Sharing this journey with the Fediverse has been incredibly motivating and energizing. Congrats to those of you who've hit your goals, best of luck to those of you still wrapping up, and, to those who won't make it this time around for whatever reason, there's nothing stopping you from getting there in your own perfect timing. ✨

Those Who Create and Destroy on our website: readformandvoid.com/the-nullwe

Our Patreon, where you can now download Part 2: patreon.com/readformandvoid

In celebration of my having won NaNo, have a new chapter!

Silver in the Ashes (Argentum in Aqua #2): Chapter 24

In which a dinner is interrupted.

https://saranadosfiction.com/2022/11/29/silver-in-the-ashes-chapter-24-draft/

And, over on Patreon, Chapter 25: https://www.patreon.com/posts/silver-in-ashes-75140978

survivor's guilt, and reflections on a curse (excerpt from Those Who Create and Destroy) 

@bobcorrigan @crtaxon Wow, that's such a high compliment, Bob. Thank you so much! 🙏

survivor's guilt, and reflections on a curse (excerpt from Those Who Create and Destroy) 

(From Chapter 6 of . Re: today's "ambiguous," courtesy of @crtaxon ✨)

In spite of everything, Jules couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the prospect of moving into the great Evander Lockwood’s old office. But what should have been an unambiguous triumph was overshadowed by the knowledge that his good fortune had come at the expense of others—and the fear that, just as his lifelong dream was coming true, Jules’s world was getting ready to fall apart. 

Which, in a way, seemed only natural. Good things, if history was any indication, were not meant for Jules Nimri. The numinae hated him and always had. And this time, maybe he really had flown too close to the sun—so they weren’t punishing just him. They were punishing everyone.

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survivor's guilt, and reflections on a curse (excerpt from Those Who Create and Destroy) 

(From Chapter 6 of . Re: today's "ambiguous," courtesy of @crtaxon ✨)

In spite of everything, Jules couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the prospect of moving into the great Evander Lockwood’s old office. But what should have been an unambiguous triumph was overshadowed by the knowledge that his good fortune had come at the expense of others—and the fear that, just as his lifelong dream was coming true, Jules’s world was getting ready to fall apart. 

Which, in a way, seemed only natural. Good things, if history was any indication, were not meant for Jules Nimri. The numinae hated him and always had. And this time, maybe he really had flown too close to the sun—so they weren’t punishing just him. They were punishing everyone.

readformandvoid.com/the-nullwe

#30WritingPrompts

This is a heavy one.

Prompt 27: A character's loved one dies. What does their grief look like? What decisions or steps do they take because of this?

#NaNoWriMo #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #AmWriting

The vast sky reflects the space we all hold within us. If you haven't paused today, take a moment to step outside, look up, and breathe.

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Good morning/afternoon/evening/timezone!

Today's #microPrompt: AMBIGUOUS

Reply with:

+ A story that contains the prompt word (derivations and tense changes ok), or
+ An excerpt from your current WIP that contains the prompt word.

The only rules: keep it to a single toot and be sure to check out the other replies!

#amWriting #writingCommunity

excerpt from the middlish bit of my gothic fantasy book 

Ilare walked alone through the convent’s halls on a quiet day, enjoying the reflection of sun off the snow as it splashed over the walls. She was lost in thought with her hands folded over her stomach, pondering whether she had yet begun to grow, and thought nothing of the soft sound of boot soles behind her until there was an arm around her neck and a blade pressed against her cheek.

“Kordela?” squeaked Ilare. She smelled familiar, leathery, and her grip did not hurt.

“Take the knife,” said Kordela.
Its handle was made of bone, the blade long and single-edged. Ilare weighed it in her hand. She had only held her first knife in the kitchens of the convent weeks earlier. A knife for fighting was entirely unfamiliar. It was lighter than a cleaver, conforming to her hand.

When Ilare turned to ask Kordela what was happening, she found the kerotera holding another knife.

Kordela attacked, slashing at Ilare’s face.

Ilare leaped away with a shout, lifting the dagger too slowly to deflect.

“I don’t think I like this game,” said Ilare, hand pressed to contain her pounding heart.

“I choose to dismantle my assumptions about the best way to protect you, reckless little bird,” said Kordela. “Caging you will do no good, so you must be given the weapons you need to see that you are never hurt again. Lift the knife. Watch how I hold mine.”

Ilare followed suit, mirroring her guard.

“My stance,” said Kordela. “Look.”

Ilare looked, and she learned.

***

Over the course of chilly weeks, hiding away in the corridor amid the snow-bowed branches of the trees, Kordela showed Ilare how to wield a knife safely. She demonstrated how to conceal the blade until it was needed. Kordela urged Ilare to kill quickly, without hesitation, “Because you are small and will never win a proper fight.”

Ilare thought that sounded like a challenge. “You are small too.”

“I am small and have studied fighting for centuries, hours each Light. You are a sickly, silly child with weak feet and slow reflexes who can barely climb a tree without a helping hand.”

The insults inspired Ilare to attack Kordela again, but the kerotera easily deflected them. She deflected them again, and again, and Ilare nonetheless continued to attempt to draw blood using her new knife whenever it seemed Kordela wasn’t paying attention.

Barely a Light passed where Ilare didn’t spring out from some corner with the knife. Often, when Kordela checked in on Ilare during morning chores, Ilare took that as an opportunity to attempt a stabbing. Even mealtimes were not safe.
Never once did Ilare succeed in injuring her kerotera, but she got close once or twice, and in the process, Ilare became comfortable trying to stab other Àlvar.

“One of the best skills I could give you,” said Kordela.

Ilare lay in her bed, the knife suspended between her forefingers, bone hilt and sharpened point lightly pressing into her skin. She twirled it before her eyes. “Can you teach me to take the knife into my dreams?”

Kordela smoothed the hair back from her forehead and kissed her. “No, but someday, life will give you new nightmares, and these old ones will be forgotten.”

That comforted Ilare, though not quite as much as sleeping with the knife under her pillow, fingers coiled tightly around curved and engraved bone.

Daily writing, feels 

@ljwrites Our own writing should make us feel something, I think! Maybe that's even the most important thing it does.

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