#hexiewrites

By @hexiewrites featuring in world rpf by @maxineholtzmann and art by elementalblue, @oriarts, @lyphyshard, and @little-annie

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(copied from my thread on twitter)

the discourse about NaNoWriMo is so heartbreaking. three of my fics - including my most popular - were written or partially drafted during NaNos. forgive my bit of nostalgia rambling here, as I mourn the final death of the thing that taught me I could be a writer too.

I wrote my first NaNo the fall of grade nine. My dad had just died, and I was stuck looking for something to take my mind off of it. I don’t remember now how I heard about NaNo, but soon I’d roped a friend in, and we set off. We were the youngest writers at our meet ups, but they welcomed us with open arms. I read all the author emails, sapped up every encouraging word. that year, I wrote 50,000 words. the next I did 75. I didnt always win, I didn’t always try, but because of NaNo, November has always felt like a month of possibilities in the dark.

in 2016, I moved away for grad school. new province, no friends, an outsider who was quickly homesick and heartbroken. I’d fallen back into dramione and read a TERRIBLE marriage law fic - rapey and gross. And I said “I can do better than THAT. hey look, its november tomorrow!”

I knocked out my 50k and kept writing. the story eventually hit 90k, still my longest fic by a landslide. I mentioned it to my dr, an inability to focus on school but this all encompassing fixation on my story. I got diagnosed with ADHD (the biggest blessing). I started to post.

I’m still not sure why - I wasn’t a bnf with a following - but DTTS took off. As of today its sitting at 219,000 hits. 5,000 kudos. To know that 5000 people have read and liked my writing, asked for more, told me they love it… I still get comments on that fic, and they all remind me that I AM a writer. that i AM capable. that fic taught me that there is a world who likes my work. that fic gave me the courage to keep writing, to switch fandoms, to post without expectation. that fic gave me the hundreds of thousands of words I’ve written since.

NaNoWriMo gave me that. the courage to do something a little insane. to find myself along the way. to step out and say “look, I made this, do you want to see it?”

and AI has taken some of that joy. AI has made me consider locking my fics, so my words don’t get scraped for the machine. AI has made me wary on tumblr - of art and voice notes and, yes, fic too. AI has taken my community and plundered it for our very soul.

a favourite passage, hmmmm. i'm not sure if i have one in mind, but something that comes up in thirty days - and other fics of mine oop - is the conversation about porn.

also. sorry if this is not at aLL what you were looking for, but you gave me free range, so here we go! lmao.

"What kind of porn do you watch?" Steve asks, can't keep his eyes off of Eddie's lap.

“Harrington, hey! Harrington, Mark Donahue from CBC Sports. Great to see you out here tonight, first game as a rookie, right?” Steve grimaced a little and shifted his helmet to his other hand as the mic was shoved in his face. The team was stalled at the entrance to the rink, likely waiting as the Bruins were introduced and did their skate out. Still, he didn’t really need this right now. “Hey, yeah man. Thanks, look, I’m just trying to-” “We’ll be quick, Harrington, don’t worry about it. How are you feeling tonight? Your dad’s in the audience, eh? Is he excited to see his son play his first ever NHL game?” Steve grimaced slightly at the thought but forced his face into something close to a smile. “Sure, yeah, yep. Really, uh. Really excited for us to win tonight.” The interviewer–Donahue–laughed. It didn’t sound friendly. “Ah, got it! So you gotta get a win for the old man, eh? Of course. And, is there anyone on the Bruins tonight that has you worried? Maybe someone like Eddie Munson?” Steve couldn’t stop the frown that tugged his eyebrows down. He’d sat through all the media training, yeah. Smile and nod, just here to support my team, the regular nonsense. But really? His first night on the big ice and they were asking him about Munson?

(while you wait you can always reread carve your name into my chest for your steddie hockey fill ;))

Me all day cause it’s Carve Your Name day 😂

@hexiewrites what kinda drugs did you lace this shit with I’m addicted

Anyways go read this amazing Hockey AU fic here:

love yall!

(this goes on twitter too, same @ - I'm @hexiewrites everywhere online!)

Hi Hex!! Thanks for sending these in!!

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I will take any excuse ever to share snippets of my WIPs! From the drag queen Eddie fic I'm attempting to finish:

“It’s a bit hot up here, with all the lights. Could someone take this for me?”

A few people in the front few rows stick their hands up, but Veronica knows who she’s throwing the coat to. Her aim is true, and it lands in the lap of the cute guy in the second row.

She doesn’t think he’s closed his mouth once since she got on stage. She also doesn’t think his friend, a woman next to him who looks to be about twenty, has stopped laughing at him in that same time.

“Don’t let it touch the floor, sweetheart,” she says to him. “It’s real mink.”

He swallows thickly and nods.

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Other than keeping my regular filters of "exclude crossovers," "complete works only," and "English," I usually don't search for specific tags! I'll read whatever strikes my fancy, but I am very fond of established relationship and emotional hurt/comfort fics.