maddie

Does anyone else’s cat come over to them and lay on their computer keyboard so they can’t work and then refuse to move? My cat decided that my schoolwork was not a necessity for me to do and has now claimed my laptop as hers along with a majority of my psychology chapter. 

It’s been two weeks

I severely dislike my English course
          We just got told that we have to write our second essay on climate change. I have like an hour 40 to figure out wtf I specifically wanna focus on and find sources for that idea that I want to build on so I can write the CONCLUSION of my essay. THATS THE HARDEST PART WHEN YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKIN FULL ESSAY AND IDEK WHAT I REALLY WANNA WRITE THE ESSAY ON ‍♀️
          Guys I’m gonna crash out, I’m not even an English major 
          I actually didn’t even ask to have this class, it’s a requirement (ofc, everyone has to ) but I can’t w/ this professor. Fym we have 2 days to write an essay with cites from scratch and you want the conclusion by 4:20. I will…throw a fit…
          
          Ty for listening to my Ted talk (I just like to complain)

Finally got a job!!! 

what if i just posted the entire story to my message board. what then 

just found a reddit post about one of my stories. have i made it 

i am absolutely obsessed with epigraphs in books. an epigraph is " a short quotation or saying that appears at the beginning of a chapter, book, or section of a book, often setting the tone or thematically connecting to the content." its like what brandon sanderson does in his books. 
          
          in my new unpublished fantasy story I've decided to put one at the beginning of each chapter. this is my epigraph for my prologue "We felt His death coming in the winds, but nothing could have prepared us for the terror that would rise in His place." dramatic? possibly.

unfortunately i am unbearable and have already made a playlist for it 
          
          https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/the-moon-will-bleed/pl.u-LdbqXo3CxWLjGX 

i was never going to upload the mxm fantasy book im writing on wattpad—i’ve named it “the moon will bleed.” however. i am an attention whore 
          
          i’m working really hard to hopefully query and publish it one day! i was thinking what if i just posted it anyway and took it down once i started querying. i think beta readers and feedback would be so helpful when i go into doing my third, fourth, fifth drafts. i’ve already rewritten the beginning 10 times (which i need to stop doing, i’ll never make progress). i would need to write the prologue before i publish the first chapter, but i think i will publish it on here. 
          
          it could be really helpful to have feedback and know if certain plot devices are working! i want there to be plot twists that aren’t completely obvious but i also don’t want them seeming like they come out of nowhere.
          
          this is just a ramble honestly. i just want this to my best work possible 

very very very rough draft of a scene from my wip fantasy book. its set in chapter 4, their second interaction. theres very little surrounding context, but they're in a cell!
          
          A haunting groan echoed down the stairwell, a door pulling open. Deimos lifted his head to the sound of clicking footsteps–delicate, deliberate, controlled. Deimos knew immediately who they belonged to. His side throbbed in anticipation. He felt every swallow beneath his collared throat as the footsteps neared, attaching to a blond figure in shiny black boots. 
          The Prince. 
          He wore no robes, no sheer drapes of white, but the arrogance on his face was familiar. He strolled forward and stopped an arm’s length before Deimos’ cell, looking down at him with something like self-satisfaction behind his cool blue eyes. The dark red of his flowing, embroidered shirt was ornate. Open laces dangled along his chest, exposing pale collarbones. He wore dark gloves at his hands. 
          Deimos recalled the sharp sting of those gloves backhanding him. 
          “You’re awake,” the prince said. 
          It was a vicious accusation out of Deimos’ mouth before he could stop it. “You collared me.” 
          “You don’t like it? I think it suits you.” 
          Deimos breathed through barely contained contempt. 
          The prince took the last remaining step forward, which Plite advised against from his positioned post of guard. Considering Plite's smirk, it was largely to taunt Deimos.
          “I urge caution, Your Highness. He’s said to be merciless.” 
          “Merciless?” The prince looked Deimos over as thoroughly as Deimos had done, a long, unhurried look, notably appreciating the golden collar at his neck. “He is but a pup, harmless. Leave us.” 
          The guards bowed and left. 
          Frustration at being restrained clawed at Deimos. He had spent an excruciating amount of time wondering about the prince’s whereabouts, but now that he had come, Deimos felt much like an attraction. It was a distasteful feeling, one he was not accustomed to.