#bookwriting

Writers often say they’re only going to “edit one chapter,” but somehow it turns into hours of rewriting scenes, changing dialogue, fixing plot holes, and becoming emotionally attached to characters they never planned to keep.

Writing is a creative process filled with revisions, second guesses, and unexpected ideas. That’s why having a beta reader matters. A fresh perspective can help writers see what they might miss after spending so much time inside their own story.

Sometimes the smallest feedback can make the biggest difference in a manuscript.

there’s always that one part of your writing you secretly love

not the whole thing just a line, a moment, a character… something that makes you pause and go “okay… I did something right here”

Journey to Bugo begins with loss.

A world shaped by gods. Two kingdoms consumed by war. A village caught in the middle. As darkness spreads across the land, unlikely survivors are forced onto a path that will change the fate of Bugo forever.

I've spent months building this world, its characters, its history, and its mysteries. Every chapter reveals another piece of a much larger story.

Ares is Greek.

Thracians wore pants.

Greeks didn't.

So, quite literally, Alectryon wore the pants, lol.

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Mi interpretación de Alectrión es que es de Tracia.

Y Ares es griego, tanto dentro como fuera de mi interpretación.

Los tracios usaban pantalones.

Los griegos no.

so i made a free writing tool that: ✦ color-codes every part of speech live ✦ catches repeated words instantly ✦ has a built-in thesaurus ✦ shows readability + sentence stats ✦ exports to pdf/html/csv

The last thing Lloyd saw before hitting the ground was Zane’s horrified face peering over the side of the building. Then he felt a painful impact and his vision fizzled into blackness.

But he was still aware.

He could not talk, he could not move, and he could not see, yet he could think almost as clearly as if he were awake. He found himself wondering if Zane would listen and run, or if he would stay and try to help him. Lloyd felt a pang of alarm. He had only known Zane a few minutes, but he seemed different than most humans. He seemed like someone who would sacrifice his own safety to try and help another.

Lloyd thought he saw a flash of light, and he jerked his head to look at it. Then he gave a gasp of surprise. He could move!

Lloyd turned around in a circle. He was standing on something solid, but he could see nothing. He began to wonder if he was blind.

“Lloyd,” said a deep voice.

Lloyd gasped softly. As the voice echoed slowly around the void, a small golden light blinked on in front of him, slowly throbbing and shining light like sun’s rays around him. 

“What… are you?” Whispers Lloyd.

“I am the light, and the darkness,” said the voice,, and the light throbbed in sync with the words. “I am the first spinjitzu master. I created this world, and I see it is now in danger. I’ve been watching you, Serial Designation Lloyd. You are a special drone. I saw what you did for the human boy, and of your own accord.”

Lloyd blinked slowly, trying to decide if this was some kind of dream, or an error in his programming. Nothing made sense, and he began to feel frightened.

Tendrils of gold and green slowly sprouted from the ball of light and snaked through the empty air towards Lloyd.

“I have chosen you,” said the voice softly, and the tendrils passed through Lloyd’s chest and swirled around him.

“C-chose me for what?” Lloyd stammered.

“Long I have waited to choose the green ninja,” said the voice. “The world is in peril, and I have chosen you. You now have the power to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Go, and use it wisely.”

“But why me!” Cried Lloyd desperately.