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Raising a kid, making stuff up, figuring it out

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Enemies to lovers.

But it’s me and Query Tracker premium.

#amquerying #amwriting #writesky

05.03.2026 18:34 πŸ‘ 3 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Anyone out there with a manuscript that comps to Galavant?! πŸ‘‘β€οΈ

I have this idea and would love to talk with someone with similar inspiration.

#writesky #booksky #writingcommunity #amwriting #fantasywriter

03.03.2026 00:29 πŸ‘ 3 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Developmental Reading | Notion Story-level feedback from a writer’s eye.

Hello #writesky. I think there’s a gap between a beta reader and a developmental editor.

If you’re looking for more of a story partner, a conversation instead of a letter. DM me! 1st chapter free. 0.003/word after.

frankiejoywrites.notion.site/Developmenta...

01.03.2026 00:47 πŸ‘ 2 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

I edit my first drafts as I go but not line editing, more so emotional threads/voice or pacing if I realize something is really wrong. Like I had 5 chapters drafted for something and realized I needed to cut one because I brought a pov in too soon.

27.02.2026 14:45 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

I hope you have this interest still in like 6 months because man do I have a WIP for you!

26.02.2026 16:01 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
What Becomes of Still Waters M
madness, love, and grief
a hungry bog that collects the grief of a matrilineal line
never been kissed meets a knight two love stories, one destination
KING MALA vibes: and you who drowned in the grief of a golden thing
cost of devotion; love and sacrifice

What Becomes of Still Waters M madness, love, and grief a hungry bog that collects the grief of a matrilineal line never been kissed meets a knight two love stories, one destination KING MALA vibes: and you who drowned in the grief of a golden thing cost of devotion; love and sacrifice

The ground squished, thick mud slipping between Lilijana’s toes. A deceiving patch of moss floated to her left. She pivoted to the right, settling on firm earth. Reeds bowed, bent by a warm gust. It carried the distinct smell of Mrkava’s summers: ripening rye, wild strawberries, junipers, and decay. The near-intoxicating sweetness drifted near the far edge of the village, where the pine grew small and twisted.  
The bog lay there, only moss and waterβ€”so her mother often reminded. But it kept what it consumed. Generations ago her family’s home was settled there, back when the bog was nothing more than a puddle. Now those weathered boards were buried deep in its soil. Her great aunt, too: wandered out on a waxing moon and never returned. She wasn’t the only one in the matrilineal line to give to the bog. The first was a stillborn daughter.
Lilijana had never given anything so fleshy. Crumpled flowers, pottery shards, dead birds. When she was a child, a boy fell into its murky waters. He lingered beneath the surface, hair swirling and moss caressing his cheek. She’d have reached for him, but another boy grasped his outstretched hand instead. It shouldn’t have looked so peaceful. 
No one had slipped since. She would never.

The ground squished, thick mud slipping between Lilijana’s toes. A deceiving patch of moss floated to her left. She pivoted to the right, settling on firm earth. Reeds bowed, bent by a warm gust. It carried the distinct smell of Mrkava’s summers: ripening rye, wild strawberries, junipers, and decay. The near-intoxicating sweetness drifted near the far edge of the village, where the pine grew small and twisted. The bog lay there, only moss and waterβ€”so her mother often reminded. But it kept what it consumed. Generations ago her family’s home was settled there, back when the bog was nothing more than a puddle. Now those weathered boards were buried deep in its soil. Her great aunt, too: wandered out on a waxing moon and never returned. She wasn’t the only one in the matrilineal line to give to the bog. The first was a stillborn daughter. Lilijana had never given anything so fleshy. Crumpled flowers, pottery shards, dead birds. When she was a child, a boy fell into its murky waters. He lingered beneath the surface, hair swirling and moss caressing his cheek. She’d have reached for him, but another boy grasped his outstretched hand instead. It shouldn’t have looked so peaceful. No one had slipped since. She would never.

THE BEAR AND THE NIGHTINGALE x THE BINDING

Lilijana was never mad. The bog proved itβ€”then it swallowed the woman she loved. Miles away, Rue’s brother travels to the bog with a knight, two men deemed expendable by a kingdom at war.

#wspit #w #a #f #lgbt

26.02.2026 01:45 πŸ‘ 15 πŸ” 8 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Be still my heart πŸ’—

26.02.2026 01:41 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

A buttoned up man coming undone?! My favorite trope in the WORLD ❀️ And the only thing I’m capable of writing haha

26.02.2026 01:36 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you!! I’ll be sending out more tomorrow and the weekend 🀞

26.02.2026 01:33 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

I mean…I work in the labor movement. Spoiler: labor wins πŸ˜…

26.02.2026 01:32 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

It is! I aspire to cozy stories and then I fail so I love reading them haha

26.02.2026 00:50 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Definitely! I also did a rewrite of a first chapter to up voice and interior. We can trade! I’ll message you :)

26.02.2026 00:50 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

I’ll send you a message!

25.02.2026 23:54 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

I fear this is much too terrifying for me 🫣 but your drafting updates always inspire me to keep adding words to mine!

25.02.2026 23:19 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

The nostalgia! I fear I would not survive the memories of 2008 🫣

25.02.2026 23:10 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

When I was younger I read A Mango Shaped Space and absolutely adored it. I hope your project goes far!!

25.02.2026 23:02 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

A synesthesia story?? ❀️ Ah the sensory writing you get to do here!

25.02.2026 22:54 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Whaaaaaat? The crossover 😍 Arthurian legends meets Sailor Moon sounds unbelievable! Everything I didn’t know I wanted.

25.02.2026 22:52 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Ah this is such an amazing premise!!

25.02.2026 22:48 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Give me all the women loving in all the ways ❀️

25.02.2026 22:47 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Oh I love the sound of this ❀️

25.02.2026 22:44 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Those comps πŸ˜… I must know more!

25.02.2026 22:43 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Lovely story and this moodboard is amazing! ❀️

25.02.2026 22:42 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Seeing all these projects for wspit has me itching for a first chapter swap!

Messy drafts highly encouraged β€οΈπŸ–ŠοΈ Reactions, encouragement, craft feedback only if wanted.

I’ll never line edit because semicolons are for aesthetic.

Anyone interested?

#amwriting #writesky #amquerying

25.02.2026 22:40 πŸ‘ 6 πŸ” 1 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0

I queried Tia Williams’ agency 🫣🀞

25.02.2026 22:19 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Her favorite pastime hahaha just ask her boss.

25.02.2026 22:12 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Resharing for #wspit

#q #a #wf #r #l

In the trenches with this one! 1 full in consideration after a first batch of queries. More to go out this weekend.

It’ll make you laugh, then cry, usually on the same page. Best enjoyed with a bag of sour gummy bears.

#amquerying

25.02.2026 22:08 πŸ‘ 16 πŸ” 3 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Ahhhhhh would our Beas be friends?!

25.02.2026 22:03 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Ahhh congrats on your querying!! I have 1 full out and can barely contain the anticipation. I can’t imagine with that number.

25.02.2026 21:45 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Yesss! It was so fun to imagine and to get into words. And a cheeky little moment from the mmc as to how he holds back the sea πŸŒŠπŸ‰

25.02.2026 21:44 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0