Today I didn’t write.
I just lay in bed, listened to music, and let my characters live in my head for a while. No pressure, no progress, just thoughts, scenes, and quiet imagination.
Maybe not every day has to look productive to still matter.
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Today I didn’t write.
I just lay in bed, listened to music, and let my characters live in my head for a while. No pressure, no progress, just thoughts, scenes, and quiet imagination.
Maybe not every day has to look productive to still matter.

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A snippet from Siren song:
Each Siren has a different sound and song.The song she or he sings comes from within. They sing to what is missing in the person listening.
Sirens speak to what their audience is missing, they offer a way to receive the missing piece. We can't teach a siren to sing. We teach them to release the longing within their own hearts.
Their song is as different as their looks. This is what makes being a siren appealing. This class is nothing like the schools on land. We do learn a little magic. some magic is already inside of us but the newly turned have to learn. They have to let go of their old life,to find their way in their new life. I am no different. Is it worth me keeping this change?
In my old life, I was alone. It was just me and my cat. I didn't want to leave her. But I was tired of being alone. My cat made me happy but not the way I feel now.
I wonder if I could go back and find her a better home. I can't just abandon her. One thing I loved about my life, was that it was my life to live. I had been on my own since I was in my twenties.
I sat here looking up at the new world around me. The moonlight, and sunlight didn't reach down here. I could look straight up to see fish and the under side of whales and dolphins, through the sapphire blue water, to the moon.
From down here it looks like a silver disk.
Here’s a look at the (possibly, I’m fickle) final cover for the first book. I am planning on releasing this as chapters (aka “episodes”) on Kindle Vella and my Patreon starting this summer. While I am also still writing book FIVE, the first book is currently being edited and I’m really excited to finally start sharing it!
currently trying to write a novel about a fictional woman called Eleonore Roosendeyck and I am kind of excited but I am also busy w school so I am sad I can't write right now.
btw, does someone have like topic-ideas that I should include or at least think about because there isn’t enough attention for yet?
And what about the rhododendrons the political scientist encountered? They included species, most named only later, such as rhododendron augustinii, R. fargesii, R. sutchuenense, R. planetum, R. praevernum, R. calophytum, R. hypoglaucum, R. przewalskii, and R. purdomii. If not all were named, how did Bobby deduce that these were the species mentioned in the letters? To be completely transparent, he hadn’t matched them all to the political scientist’s copious descriptions, which were admittedly either vague (as if written in a hurry) or clouded by enthusiasm (as if written in the rapture of the landscape, to the detriment of the writer’s focus on relevant taxonomic details). But he had, Bobby insisted, taken a list of Shaanxi species from Rhododendrons of China (not an easy volume to find; in fact Bobby suspected it was endemic to the gift shop at the Rhododendron Species Garden in Federal Way, Washington) and had diligently cross-referenced each entry with his knowledge of the elevation and plant hardiness zone of the Yan’an area, as nearly as he could guess the latter for 1944. Would his future readers care about such details? The true detective, Bobby replied, leaves no stone unturned, a maxim he applies to botanical history no less than to crime. #amwriting #fiction #words #wordporn #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #novel #novelwriting #novelist #firstnovel #novelinprogress #noir #crimefiction #crimenovel #detective #mystery #mysterybooks #mysterynovel #amwritingmystery https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzs9T5sl39s/?igshid=2kizwsaxuh6f

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So...I recently I did this little thing. I wrote a book and now it's available for people to actually buy. This is an absolutely massive deal for me. I've been writing most of my life and not doing anything with it. After much badgering from friends and family I've finally taken a leap of faith and put my first novel out there for others to read. Every You Every Me is available on Kindle and Paperback and it's available to buy on Amazon under my pseudonym - Lauren Hope. I'm not really much of a Facebook user, or social media in general but I do also have an Instagram @laurenhopeauthor where I will be posting updates on future books and you can also find links to my Amazon authors page. I also want to thank pretty much everyone who has supported me in getting to this point because I never thought I would. #everyyoueveryme #laurenhopeauthor #romancenovel #firstnovel https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxc9OUoghn6/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=evcansgsf57q
The Jazz Club (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/3iUf2NF55T " In late 1920, Julia Monroe is struck by tragedy when her older sister Irene is murdered. When things lead back to The Jazz Club, Irene's place of work. Julia will do whatever she can to find the truth. " My work in progress novel💕 ©️katmadi 2019 To support this story please check out my ko-fi page; https://ko-fi.com/joyfuljihao Disclaimer : …
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