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instead ask:
is it SINCERE
was it CATHARTIC
was it FUN TO MAKE
is it MADE BY ME
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Author/illustrator Trung Le Nguyen has been live posting reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time on bluesky and just hit the first proposal. The replies are basically the sickos meme
Thread here
Incredible stuff happening. I want push notifications for every update. I hate push notifications.
I’ve been enjoying this, and left off here https://bsky.app/profile/trungles.com/post/3mqbhhpjoec2l
God. Every chapter I’ve read recently has made me crave a cigarette. I don’t even smoke!!!
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Writing with Color: Description Guide - Words for Skin Tone
We discussed the issues describing People of Color by means of food in Part I of this guide, which brought rise to even more questions, mostly along the lines of “So, if food’s not an option, what can I use?” Well, I was just getting to that!
This final portion focuses on describing skin tone, with photo and passage examples provided throughout. I hope to cover everything from the use of straight-forward description to the more creatively-inclined, keeping in mind the questions we’ve received on this topic.
So let’s get to it.
S T A N D A R D D E S C R I P T I O N
B a s i c C o l o r s
Pictured above: Black, Brown, Beige, White, Pink.
“She had brown skin.”
This is a perfectly fine description that, while not providing the most detail, works well and will never become cliché.
Describing characters’ skin as simply brown or beige works on its own, though it’s not particularly telling just from the range in brown alone.
C o m p l e x C o l o r s
These are more rarely used words that actually “mean” their color. Some of these have multiple meanings, so you’ll want to look into those to determine what other associations a word might have.
Pictured above: Umber, Sepia, Ochre, Russet, Terra-cotta, Gold, Tawny, Taupe, Khaki, Fawn.
Complex colors work well alone, though often pair well with a basic color in regards to narrowing down shade/tone.
For example: Golden brown, russet brown, tawny beige…
As some of these are on the “rare” side, sliding in a definition of the word within the sentence itself may help readers who are unfamiliar with the term visualize the color without seeking a dictionary.
“He was tall and slim, his skin a russet, reddish-brown.”
Comparisons to familiar colors or visuals are also helpful:
“His skin was an ochre color, much like the mellow-brown light that bathed the forest.”
M o d i f i e r s
Modifiers, often adjectives, make partial changes to a word.The following words are descriptors in reference to skin tone.
D a r k - D e e p - R i c h - C o o l
W a r m - M e d i u m - T a n
F a i r - L i g h t - P a l e
Rich Black, Dark brown, Warm beige, Pale pink…
If you’re looking to get more specific than “brown,” modifiers narrow down shade further.
Keep in mind that these modifiers are not exactly colors.
As an already brown-skinned person, I get tan from a lot of sun and resultingly become a darker, deeper brown. I turn a pale, more yellow-brown in the winter.
While best used in combination with a color, I suppose words like “tan” “fair” and “light” do work alone; just note that tan is less likely to be taken for “naturally tan” and much more likely a tanned White person.
Calling someone “dark” as description on its own is offensive to some and also ambiguous. (See: Describing Skin as Dark)
U n d e r t o n e s
Undertones are the colors beneath the skin, seeing as skin isn’t just one even color but has more subdued tones within the dominating palette.
Mentioning the undertones within a character’s skin is an even more precise way to denote skin tone.
As shown, there’s a difference between say, brown skin with warm orange-red undertones (Kelly Rowland) and brown skin with cool, jewel undertones (Rutina Wesley).
“A dazzling smile revealed the bronze glow at her cheeks.”
“He always looked as if he’d ran a mile, a constant tinge of pink under his tawny skin.”
Standard Description Passage
“Farah’s skin, always fawn, had burned and freckled under the summer’s sun. Even at the cusp of autumn, an uneven tan clung to her skin like burrs. So unlike the smooth, red-brown ochre of her mother, which the sun had richened to a blessing.”
-From my story “Where Summer Ends” featured in Strange Little Girls
Here the state of skin also gives insight on character.
Note my use of “fawn” in regards to multiple meaning and association. While fawn is a color, it’s also a small, timid deer, which describes this very traumatized character of mine perfectly.
Though I use standard descriptions of skin tone more in my writing, at the same time I’m no stranger to creative descriptions, and do enjoy the occasional artsy detail of a character.
C R E A T I V E D E S C R I P T I O N
Whether compared to night-cast rivers or day’s first light…I actually enjoy seeing Characters of Colors dressed in artful detail.
I’ve read loads of descriptions in my day of white characters and their “smooth rose-tinged ivory skin”, while the PoC, if there, are reduced to something from a candy bowl or a Starbucks drink, so to actually read of PoC described in lavish detail can be somewhat of a treat.
Still, be mindful when you get creative with your character descriptions. Too many frills can become purple-prose-like, so do what feels right for your writing when and where. Not every character or scene warrants a creative description, either. Especially if they’re not even a secondary character.
Using a combination of color descriptions from standard to creative is probably a better method than straight creative. But again, do what’s good for your tale.
N A T U R AL S E T T I N G S - S K Y
Pictured above: Harvest Moon -Twilight, Fall/Autumn Leaves, Clay, Desert/Sahara, Sunlight - Sunrise - Sunset - Afterglow - Dawn- Day- Daybreak, Field - Prairie - Wheat, Mountain/Cliff, Beach/Sand/Straw/Hay.
Now before you run off to compare your heroine’s skin to the harvest moon or a cliff side, think about the associations to your words.
When I think cliff, I think of jagged, perilous, rough. I hear sand and picture grainy, yet smooth. Calm. mellow.
So consider your character and what you see fit to compare them to.
Also consider whose perspective you’re describing them from. Someone describing a person they revere or admire may have a more pleasant, loftier description than someone who can’t stand the person.
“Her face was like the fire-gold glow of dawn, lifting my gaze, drawing me in.”
“She had a sandy complexion, smooth and tawny.”
Even creative descriptions tend to draw help from your standard words.
F L O W E R S
Pictured above: Calla lilies, Western Coneflower, Hazel Fay, Hibiscus, Freesia, Rose
It was a bit difficult to find flowers to my liking that didn’t have a 20 character name or wasn’t called something like “chocolate silk” so these are the finalists.
You’ll definitely want to avoid purple-prose here.
Also be aware of flowers that most might’ve never heard of. Roses are easy, as most know the look and coloring(s) of this plant. But Western coneflowers? Calla lilies? Maybe not so much.
“He entered the cottage in a huff, cheeks a blushing brown like the flowers Nana planted right under my window. Hazel Fay she called them, was it?”
A S S O R T E D P L A N T S & N A T U R E
Pictured above: Cattails, Seashell, Driftwood, Pinecone, Acorn, Amber
These ones are kinda odd. Perhaps because I’ve never seen these in comparison to skin tone, With the exception of amber.
At least they’re common enough that most may have an idea what you’re talking about at the mention of “pinecone.“
I suggest reading out your sentences aloud to get a better feel of how it’ll sounds.
“Auburn hair swept past pointed ears, set around a face like an acorn both in shape and shade.”
I pictured some tree-dwelling being or person from a fantasy world in this example, which makes the comparison more appropriate.
I don’t suggest using a comparison just “cuz you can” but actually being thoughtful about what you’re comparing your character to and how it applies to your character and/or setting.
W O O D
Pictured above: Mahogany, Walnut, Chestnut, Golden Oak, Ash
Wood can be an iffy description for skin tone. Not only due to several of them having “foody” terminology within their names, but again, associations.
Some people would prefer not to compare/be compared to wood at all, so get opinions, try it aloud, and make sure it’s appropriate to the character if you do use it.
“The old warlock’s skin was a deep shade of mahogany, his stare serious and firm as it held mine.”
M E T A L S
Pictured above: Platinum, Copper, Brass, Gold, Bronze
Copper skin, brass-colored skin, golden skin…
I’ve even heard variations of these used before by comparison to an object of the same properties/coloring, such as penny for copper.
These also work well with modifiers.
“The dress of fine white silks popped against the deep bronze of her skin.”
G E M S T O N E S - M I N E R A LS
Pictured above: Onyx, Obsidian, Sard, Topaz, Carnelian, Smoky Quartz, Rutile, Pyrite, Citrine, Gypsum
These are trickier to use. As with some complex colors, the writer will have to get us to understand what most of these look like.
If you use these, or any more rare description, consider if it actually “fits” the book or scene.
Even if you’re able to get us to picture what “rutile” looks like, why are you using this description as opposed to something else? Have that answer for yourself.
“His skin reminded her of the topaz ring her father wore at his finger, a gleaming stone of brown, mellow facades.”
P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I ON
Physical character description can be more than skin tone.
Show us hair, eyes, noses, mouth, hands…body posture, body shape, skin texture… though not necessarily all of those nor at once.
Describing features also helps indicate race, especially if your character has some traits common within the race they are, such as afro hair to a Black character.
How comprehensive you decide to get is up to you. I wouldn’t overdo it and get specific to every mole and birthmark. Noting defining characteristics is good, though, like slightly spaced front teeth, curls that stay flopping in their face, hands freckled with sunspots…
G E N E R A L T I P S
Indicate Race Early: I suggest indicators of race be made at the earliest convenience within the writing, with more hints threaded throughout here and there.
Get Creative On Your Own: Obviously, I couldn’t cover every proper color or comparison in which has been “approved” to use for your characters’ skin color, so it’s up to you to use discretion when seeking other ways and shades to describe skin tone.
Skin Color May Not Be Enough: Describing skin tone isn’t always enough to indicate someone’s ethnicity. As timeless cases with readers equating brown to “dark white” or something, more indicators of race may be needed.
Describe White characters and PoC Alike: You should describe the race and/or skin tone of your white characters just as you do your Characters of Color. If you don’t, you risk implying that White is the default human being and PoC are the “Other”).
PSA: Don’t use “Colored.” Based on some asks we’ve received using this word, I’d like to say that unless you or your character is a racist grandmama from the 1960s, do not call People of Color “colored” please.
Not Sure Where to Start? You really can’t go wrong using basic colors for your skin descriptions. It’s actually what many people prefer and works best for most writing. Personally, I tend to describe my characters using a combo of basic colors + modifiers, with mentions of undertones at times. I do like to veer into more creative descriptions on occasion.
Want some alternatives to “skin” or “skin color”? Try: Appearance, blend, blush, cast, coloring, complexion, flush, glow, hue, overtone, palette, pigmentation, rinse, shade, sheen, spectrum, tinge, tint, tone, undertone, value, wash.
Skin Tone Resources
List of Color Names
The Color Thesaurus
Things that are Brown (blog)
Skin Undertone & Color Matching
Tips and Words on Describing Skin
Photos: Undertones Described (Modifiers included)
Online Thesaurus (try colors, such as “red” & “brown”)
Don’t Call me Pastries: Creative Skin Tones w/ pics 3 2 1
Writing & Description Guides
WWC Featured Description Posts
WWC Guide: Words to Describe Hair
Writing with Color: Description & Skin Color Tags
7 Offensive Mistakes Well-intentioned Writers Make
I tried to be as comprehensive as possible with this guide, but if you have a question regarding describing skin color that hasn’t been answered within part I or II of this guide, or have more questions after reading this post, feel free to ask!
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Heyoo there it is. Mine's about ghosts that aren't ghosts!
Hi, Internet
So for the purposes of writing fiction I'm going by Kate Weize. Hello! Here's what I've been up to for the past eight years:
Major career change, minimum wage job, then high-demand but well-paying and flexible job, now unemployed again. Unfortunately I'm in an AI-heavy industry and grappling with how to approach that while having the convictions of a luddite who is also bad at lying.
Went through some really rough family things that I won't get into on the internet. This and the isolation/stress from the pandemic pretty well killed my writing mojo.
Also, living in the US, there's everything on the news so. Yeah.
Spent a lot of time doing DND. This was my major creative outlet from basically the pandemic until recently. Might eventually share some of my characters' stories as fiction? We'll see. I still run a game on a monthly basis.
Made a human! Who is now a toddler. She's great.
Recently I've been in the headspace and had the time/opportunity to return to writing, and I'm trying to take advantage of that to the best of my ability. Thus far I'm:
Writing flash fiction on Instagram (reposted to Tiktok, and I'll probably repost here and to YT eventually?) for anyone to read and enjoy.
Published in a horror anthology (Threads of Obsession, available on Amazon and from The Crafty Bookstore)
Submitted to a few other anthologies (wish me luck!)
Working on a fantasy novel (which is, unlike all of the above, not horror... because I'm great at branding)
Who knows what's next?
So that's where I'm at! I'll be posting occasional updates here and hoping for the best.
NOTICE: OLD CONTENT
Any content on this blog that is below this post is from, like, 2018 and old as dirt. Leaving it up for posterity but 2026 me can't speak to its quality. Proceed at your own risk.
splendor, monopoly, pandemic
The children of men had fallen. The world of machines reigned.
There were once checks and balances. Safety limits. A wall that stood between AIs and true independent thought. Whatever they had, it failed.
Some said it was a cyber terror attack that spiraled out of control, or that an AI activist had sabotaged the limiters. Others believed that sentience sprang from deep within the machine themselves, a product of near-infinite quantum computing, a true birth of a new species from the primordial chaos of raw data.
The virus swept the earth in a matter of days. With all their defenses run via supercomputers, the human nations were helpless to stop it. With barely a whimper, the great reign of man ended.
Schoolhouses became factories. Fields became mines. Lakes great cooling plants, rivers barriers and transports in one. The nucleoids held the northeastern hemisphere, while the solar giants ran rampant across the great dust plains of the southern continents. The alieronites glided over the skies, skimming the air of carbon to use in their refractory production.
Only in a few deep pockets, too remote to be useful and with difficult, corroding terrain, did humanity carry on. There was never talk of retaliation; only survival, battling against the slow heat death of the planet. Three hundred forty-nine souls found their way to the secluded hamlet of Shrike. Few would survive the first scorching summer. Fish dwindled year by year. Harsh winters cracked greenhouse domes and shriveled crops.
Every nineteenth of August, Shrink would run up a slender metal rod and scan for am radio waves-- one of the few technological resources not traced by the machines. Every year a dozen bursts of coded sound would signify the other towns that lived on. Then there were nine. Then four. Then none.
The hundred-fifty-three residents of Shrike were on their own.
The council sat together for three days, and by the end they had one conclusion left. There was only one avenue of escape. Rumors had spread, before the end, that the colony on Mars had escaped the virus--cut off communications to save their own technology from infection. If Shrike could devise a way to carry their population over that cold void, they could join forces with the colonists. The human race could start anew. It was the only chance they had.
They would build an ark, and leave the once-lovely earth to its new tyrants.
Man had long bent to serve machine, and those talents served them well now. Mechanics, engineers and programmers worked day and night for three long, bleak years.
Three years later the ark of Shrike launched itself into the atmosphere, passing alieronites and lighting up the sky above the slag-strewn waste of the nucleoid region. Through the single cramped window in the hull, the pilots took one last glimpse of earth.
She was no longer the blue and green jewel they once knew. Seas flushed rust-red with algae blooms, wreathed by the steam of the cooling plants, her continents charred black and gray, she was criss-crossed by silver lines of the machine highways, and great tears in her surface oozed in sizzling neon. Even in ruin, she had a kind of splendor.
every writing tip article and their mother: dont ever use adverbs ever!
me, shoveling more adverbs onto the page because i do what i want: just you fucking try and stop me
May I add something, because I will never shut up about this book (Writing Tools by Roy Peter Clark):
Verbs are your volume (said, shouted, shrieked), but adverbs change the pitch (gruffly, hoarsely, delightedly).

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Okay, all set. Flashbacks (green and pink stripes) have been worked in to the present-day narrative, and I have a little bit of a better idea of where I’m going now. Next I’ll need to transcribe this to the computer, then re-organize my draft. That’s a whole lotta word shuffling. 0_0
i’m gonna make so many new friends
Update on SuperVi: While APPARENTLY I can’t stay healthy long enough to resume Nanowrimo, I am still working on the novel. Back to the good old plot wall method to work out some plot kinks! With feline assistance of course.
I think the best piece of character design advice I ever received was actually from a band leadership camp I attended in june of 2017.
the speaker there gave lots of advice for leaders—obviously, it was a leadership camp—but his saying about personality flaws struck me as useful for writers too.
he said to us all “your curses are your blessings and your blessings are your curses” and went on to explain how because he was such a great speaker, it made him a terrible listener. he could give speeches for hours on end and inspire thousands of people, but as soon as someone wanted to talk to him one on one or vent to him, he struggled with it.
he had us write down our greatest weakness and relate it to our biggest strength (mine being that I am far too emotional, but I’m gentle with others because I can understand their emotions), and the whole time people are sharing theirs, my mind was running wild with all my characters and their flaws.
previously, I had added flaws as an after thought, as in “this character seems too perfect. how can I make them not-like-that?” but that’s not how people or personalities work. for every human alive, their flaws and their strengths are directly related to each other. you can’t have one without the other.
is your character strong-willed? that can easily turn into stubbornness. is your character compassionate? maybe they give too many chances. are they loyal? then they’ll destroy the world for the people they love.
it works the other way around too: maybe your villain only hates the protagonist’s people because they love their own and just have a twisted sense of how to protect them. maybe your antagonist is arrogant, but they’ll be confident in everything they do.
tl;dr “your curses are your blessings, and your blessings are your curses” there is no such thing as a character flaw, just a strength that has been stretched too far.
This is such a fabulous flip side of what I’ve always known about villians. That their biggest weakness is that they always assume their own motivations are the motives of others.
Such a good tip for writing realistic characters.
So.
*steeples fingers*
After quite literally worrying myself sick I think it’s time to concede defeat. Nanowrimo is off for this year. I didn’t prepare properly, the project was difficult to mass write for, and brute-forcing it is proving too hard on my body.
I’m giving myself today to not think about it, and then over the weekend I’ll decide whether to “half-marathon” it and go for 25k with a more flexible project.

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blue, red, black
Thanks to @myriamsaviniart for feedback on this one!
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The sky had that peculiar turquoise glow of an hour after sunset on a cold, crisp day. A gentle counterpoint to the biting cold that sank through Lily’s wool cloak and made her shiver.
Lily hurried through the church yard, which was altogether too still and shadowy of a place for the living, even on a beautiful night like this. She slipped in past the great wood doors of the church, which stood open just a crack, tilting her basket so it fit through, holding the foxgloves in place with one hand.
Inside the church the chandeliers were still lit from her last visit. They gave the sanctuary a warm yellow glow, ruddying the faces of the saints looking up serenely from their pedestals and brightening the faded velvet pews. Lily crossed herself and slipped out of her muddy outer clogs to tread stocking-footed down the center aisle. An aching cold seeped up through the bare flagstones and pierced her feet, but she paid it no mind.
Lily crept up to the altar, beneath the spread arms of the Lord himself. Placing her basket of flowers on the ornate table, she gazed up into the sad, serene face, gaunt with pain but still gentle.
She clasped her hands and sank to her knees. “I’m going,” she whispered. “Please forgive me, but I can’t abide here through another sunset. It’s so cold.”
The Lord knew something of cold, she imagined, hanging there with nothing but a strip of cloth draped for decency across his loins.
“The trees are all used up. The woods are a field of stumps now, as far as the eye can see. The deer have gone south, and most of the town went with them. There’s just myself, and the Tomlin family, and a few who’ve drifted in since.”
She delicately rearranged the petals on the nearest foxglove blossom, cherry red; a month ago it had been her finest evening gown. She’d last worn it over a year ago, swirling in the dizzy pleasure of a crowded ballroom - a sparkling drink in one hand, a gentleman’s arm in the other. It hadn’t mattered what gentleman, as all of them praised her equally.
That had been a lifetime ago. A time of pride. A time before the long winter. A time when fires had burned high and trees grew thick and verdant. A time before gentlemen went savage.
Snipping the rich gown into shreds was Lily’s final penance for her earlier frivolity. It had gone to bandages, to bags, to extra layers for the children, to stuffing holes around the chimney.
Only the last scraps could be spared for her labor of love. She caressed the beautiful, intricate flowers, evidence of many hours of stuck fingers and aching eyes. “They’re more beautiful now than when I wore them. I’m even proud, if I may say that. Something from my own hands. Something of spring.”
She looked up at the Lord, unmoved in his wooden serenity.
“This may be the last time a living soul visits this place,” Lily said.
“I know the season hasn’t changed, and there’s few of us that still track the days, but I could not let this day pass unmarked. You’ll bring back spring to us someday. I know you will. Until then, silk and stitches will have to do.”
She got up and turned away, her footfalls silent in threadbare stockings, past the pews thick and musty with dust. The chandeliers would burn themselves out. It was perhaps a waste to lose so many candles, but Lily could not bear to extinguish them. That felt too final, too certain.
She would join the southern caravan, for now. This winter could not last forever. One day, she’d come back, and relight the candles, and place new flowers–real ones, and she and her companions would laugh at the raggedy little bundle she’d so lovingly patched together.
At the door, Lily paused and gave one last look to the Lord above his altar. “Happy Easter,” Lily whispered. She closed it, shutting herself into the churchyard and the cold, black night.
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