The Chapter Checklist

1.1.24 - writing progress & new year's resolutions

I've recently decided to try and write a little every day: so today I sat down and put on a timer (I use this one) but I changed the pomodoro settings to 10 minute work time and 1 minute break (with a 5 minute long break). I wrote 1,3k in a sitting! This is the most I've written in so long.

here are some writing things I want to try in the new year: - keeping a writing progress chart - doing ten minute writing sprints with 1 minute pauses - having conversations out loud on a voice memo and retyping it later on - writing scenes in the order I feel like writing them and reorganizing them later - having a journal of random scenes that I can put into stories (keeping track of my random prompts) - keeping a word count diary

on the other hand, here are my writing (related) resolutions! - post consistently on tumblr, both with journal (like this one) entries and prompts - to try and keep writing even if it's bad. you can be a bad author, or you can not be one at all (though frankly I don't *really* believe this. but it's a resolution, so I'll try) - engage my tumblr community! (would anyone be interested in sharing their own prompts in responses to asks?) - this is The Year (like last year and the one before). I'm going to Write A Book. - stay in love with writing. even if it means knowing when to stop, or trying to start again.

but cheers to everyone I've met in 2024, who have come, and cheers to those who have stayed. I wish you the best creative year yet. until tomorrow!

k.

@promptsh20 brings you:

“Can we just stay like this?” A deep cuddling prompt list.

Digging at each others clothing in search of skin to feel even closer.

Tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks.

Quietly waiting for their breathing to sync.

The silent agreement to only speak in whispers and murmurs.

“I’m sorry, I’m probably suffocating you.” “No, I don’t mind. If I do happen to suffocate, just know I died happy.”

Pecks and nose grazes over all areas of exposed skin.

“Do you want to cuddle?” “Yes, a million times yes.”

The small inkling of panic that the other may leave when they shift positions and then the relief when that’s all it was.

Falling in and out of sleep holding each other and admiring the other while they sleep.

“I needed this.”

Shared excitement over the prospect of a cuddle session after a long day.

One throwing their limbs over the other and the other holding them in place.

“I don’t really want to get up. I’m so comfortable right now.”

Rubbing gentle circles over the other’s back/lower back.

“Is this okay?”

Resting their head on the other’s chest and feeling completely relaxed by their heartbeat.

“I look forward to this everyday.”

Holding and cradling their face to study it, perhaps noticing something new. Something else to love.

“It’s that time already?”

Neither moving for hours, unless it’s to give the other a kiss or to move closer.

“Do you want me to hold you closer?” “No that’s not it, ugh—I just want to curl up inside you. Is that weird?”

Setting up or prepping a place together for cuddling purposes .

“Cuddling has never felt like this. I honestly feel like I’m melting into a puddle and my brain is mush. Or is it just this way with you?”

Heavily doting on each other, feeling lucky seeing the other vulnerable like this, even just knowing them like this.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do anything that’s going to take away from the cuddling.”

Helping each other find a comfortable cuddling position, it doesn’t take very long.

If by any means the other has to get up, a series releasing and detangling ensues.

“Oh my god, your such a cuddle bug.”

Being so wrap up in one another they forget about important bodily functions for example, hunger.

“Ah, there you go. Safe and sound, hm?”

For years, I’ve tucked away the thirst to create in the deepest corners of my heart. I squeezed it into the corner until it grew cobwebs and dust; until it became lost under the mess of my unstructured days; until it became nothing but wishing thinking of who could I be.

Coming into a new city made me feel small. Honestly, I still feel small and an untalented mess as days fly by.

Why can’t I be as outgoing and creative as the others?

Why can’t I be as smart?

Then, I realized, it’s not that I can’t. It’s that I don’t allow myself to.

I love plans. I love creating plans. I love planning what to do. I love listing my plans. Until I woke up one day that plan is all I’ve ever done.

It’s about time I start doing. It’s about time I come back to my first loves. It’s about time I clear the cobwebs and dust covering my thirst to create. It’s time I allow myself to try even if I’m unsure of what to do. It’s about time I grow and leap.

"And when I turned to face grief, I saw that it was just love in a heavy coat."

- Shannon Barry

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For if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them. - Sir Thomas Moore

The sluttiest thing a hero can do is showing up at the villain's doorstep while they're hurt and saying, "I didn't know where else to go."

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

I love so seriously. When I say I love you, I mean it with more of me than you can imagine. It breaks me when people play along, and I learn it was just a game to them. Don't get me wrong, I am all poems, and romantic notes, flowers, candies, inside jokes, personal little games, but if I give you my heart, it is all vulnerability and trust. I'm letting my walls down so I can give you the love and the me I feel like you deserve. I'm letting go. I'm holding on for dear life. I'm tired of being heartbroken because everyone wants to pretend to offer that kind of love, but nobody's actually delivering