Reading & Writing

I’ve noticed I’m getting downvotes. If you don’t want me to post literature here, please just tell me. Maybe I am in the wrong place.

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I’m looking for engaging without being dense. So something like a light Stephen King, also I love post apocalyptic stuff but I’ve read most of it. Not a fan of short stories.

The story takes place in Salem, MA, during the Witch Trials. This is some dialogue I just wrote today, so likely not final. It is a 100% fictional inquisition by the non-fictional Reverend Parris of Salem Village.

So I posted here yesterday that on the latest episode of the podcast we’d talked about Carrion Crow by Heather Parry.

Started the next book in Jim Butcher’s Dresden Files series, Cold Days

I am looking for a nice book light that can also last me a while. I have one by energizer, and while it’s not bad, battery time isn’t too great for my liking.

I read a ton of Stephen King as a kid and I think my kid will be into it, but I’m not sure which book would be a good entry point. He has so many different types of story from weird to horror to mind bending. What would you use as a good entry for his horror? For an 11 year old.

Hey everyone, we’re juuuuust over halfway through our second books@lemmy.world community book bingo challenge! If you haven’t joined in yet, there’s still plenty of time. You might’ve even already made progress by accident: anything you’ve read since May has the potential to count! The challenge only requires completing five squares in a line.

We all have at least one: the title(s) that you still haven’t finished weeks, months, even years after you started reading it, but nevertheless you are determined to finish… someday.

Finished What If? by Randall Munroe.

Just hit pg 179 of the “remastered, full-color edition” of Mark Z. Danielewski’s “House of Leaves” and I need to gush about it somewhere. Obviously some (mild) spoilers on my end, but I’d appreciate no spoilers in the discussion below.

Preferably either a WBWL, or a “Harry’s sibling is the BWL” fic.

Tuesday.

Nobody‘s Gril is a memoir to Virginia Guiffre. She is a survivour of sex trafficing by the Jeffrey Epstein system. The book talks about her history and the abuse she experienced in her life.

Add me on StoryGraph if you’d like. I love seeing what people read, how much they read, and what they think of what they read.

Still reading What If? by Randall Munroe.

Reginald Dwayne Betts was locked up as a teenager for carjacking. Books were his escape, and he went on to be a poet, lawyer and founder of Freedom Reads.

I’m thinking about writing an 18+ superhero story about a young adult superhero who is 21 to 23 at the start of the story. He comes from a millionaire or billionaire family. His parents are alive, his siblings are alive, but the main character’s significant other, who also comes from a wealthy family, is murdered. That motivates my character to become a superhero. His two best friends, a 24 to 26 year old man and a 24 to 26 year old woman, come from wealthy families too, and they help him with superhero stuff.

Hey Lemmings, I’ve just finished up the second of John Scalzi’s Lock-In novels and I’m looking for some recommendations for some new books in the same vein. I’ve enjoyed a bunch of sci-fi mysteries like The Murderbot series, the I Robot novels, even Niven’s ARM stories. So throw me some more like that if you can.

The book by Michael Hudson. Is it full of typos or did I just get a bad PDF?

I’m writing a story about a masked vigilante. This woman is a 21-year-old stripper who’s dating a 31-year-old man. She eventually gets powers through an accident, and her boyfriend is murdered. She was originally going to kill the killer but decided to let the police arrest him after she beat him up.

I’m writing a story about a 21-year-old man dating a 31-year-old woman whose 35-year-old ex-boyfriend was abusive. Her ex brutally tortures, rapes and kills her new boyfriend, and she kills him out of revenge.

Started What If? by Randall Munroe.

I haven’t read much read stuff that has been published after 2000s and have barely liked what I have.

Fleeting feelings of a canvas so full of color and so full of life being drained away. Its source, the artist who once called that canvas their home. Dried paint brushes dot the easel not used for some time, not because of a lack of an artist who has a desire to create, but rather, a lack of continued connection to the once bright light of creativity. Those colors once carefully planned are now being replaced with the nothingness that the artist needs to exchange in order to continue coloring their own life. A temporary measure, one with a time limit, where once exhausted - leads to a life with a lack of the thing that once brought joy. This crutch on its last legs, waiting for the revival and return of the confidence of an artist inspired with new creativity. To add color back and exchange their dull, blunted, sense of self into a vibrant new creation. To once again build back up a new canvas - saving it to be a crutch for their future downfall. Cyclical in nature, the ebb and flow of creativity and complacency constantly at odds - fighting for absolute control, neither side giving up in its pursuit of dominance. Such is the life of one who inevitably reaches the end of their ability to push the limits of what they once thought was an endless pit of new ideas and combinations. Such is the life of our artist working in that dark pit, breaking new ground in search of new caverns to tap into and aid with a wealth of new colors. New colors they never thought possible to see, new colors that fill up their new sense of self, and finally - new colors that brings back the joy they once felt.

Fleeting feelings of a canvas so full of color and so full of life being drained away. Its source, the artist who once called that canvas their home. Dried paint brushes dot the easel not used for some time, not because of a lack of an artist who has a desire to create, but rather, a lack of continued connection to the once bright light of creativity. Those colors once carefully planned are now being replaced with the nothingness that the artist needs to exchange in order to continue coloring their own life. A temporary measure, one with a time limit, where once exhausted - leads to a life with a lack of the thing that once brought joy. This crutch on its last legs, waiting for the revival and return of the confidence of an artist inspired with new creativity. To add color back and exchange their dull, blunted, sense of self into a vibrant new creation. To once again build back up a new canvas - saving it to be a crutch for their future downfall. Cyclical in nature, the ebb and flow of creativity and complacency constantly at odds - fighting for absolute control, neither side giving up in its pursuit of dominance. Such is the life of one who inevitably reaches the end of their ability to push the limits of what they once thought was an endless pit of new ideas and combinations. Such is the life of our artist working in that dark pit, breaking new ground in search of new caverns to tap into and aid with a wealth of new colors. New colors they never thought possible to see, new colors that fill up their new sense of self, and finally - new colors that brings back the joy they once felt.