Aurora "Rory" Chatsworth

if i get killed, you can quote stuff i wrote. that's why i wrote it

I'd only ever heard the acoustic version of Harry Styles "Watermelon Sugar" before and today I ran into the actual normal version. And... OH. I SEE NOW why everyone says it's about what it's now very clearly about. #auroragetsaclue

... a busted water-heater, floating on a sea of sewage and storm water, and just the tiniest hint of a foundation wall collapse.

#horrorHomeownersChat

• name: Rory
• pronouns: Not fussed
• height: Shorter than I'd like
• sexuality: Yes, please
• sign: Sag
• piercings: A couple
• tattoos: Not yet
• fav drink: Cherry Coke Zero
• fav food: Ethiopian
• pets: cats
• mbti: ick
• relationship: classified

Am I going to make my very secondary-character Princess fall in love with King Mihai of Romania just because it's my favorite country? YEP. Is this relevant to my story? In no way. Am I going to feel bad about it? Not even a little.

I started writing "Broken Dawn" sitting on the floor in the Arlanda airport in Stockholm (because Air Baltic thinks Stockholm is between Riga and everywhere) and I finally finished it 12 min ago, sitting on the floor of the Istanbul airport in Turkey, two years and 80000 words later.

I've been getting really into AI-assisted writing lately, and this is the AI assistance I'm talking about; my drunken unhinged fangirl AI assistant helps me avoid spending 6 hours learning EVERYTHING about making goat cheese in 15th c. Bukovina, and no words have been written.

So Act One of my 90k sequel just crossed 40k and holy shit I need to make all these secondary characters shut the heck up before this thing rivals War and Peace.

Send help and chocolate.

Threads post that reads: ‘You look tired’ yeah well the enemies didn’t become lovers until 2am Greg

this is such a mood 😭

The new book is at that annoying toddler-like stage where I'd really like to put it down and think about literally ANYTHING else for 48 hours, but I'm also pretty sure if I did that I would find it metaphorically drinking bleach under the sink.

Be back soon, once it hits it's teen years.

A lot of people in my life have cautioned me about reading while walking but the Military Police? That's a new one.

Relatedly, I think I broke my toe and make poor life choices.

Word of the Day is one I keep posting at the end of the year, hoping its time will come.

‘Respair’, from the 16th century, is fresh hope, and a recovery from despair.

Here’s to a few drops of respair in 2025.

That annoying moment as a writer when you see someone who perfectly embodies one of your characters... but taking pictures of the check out guy at Brioche Doree is creepy.

My dreams of productivity have been dashed due to finger injury. I cut the stupid thing on my ID card as I badged in to work this morning. With the extra bonus of bleeding all over the entry floor and awkwardly biking-while-exsanguinating to first aid.

*SIGH* I'm cursed.

Ideas that are more interesting than my WIP #324:

What if Indiana Jones was an Arab and/or the love of Ned Lawrence's life didn't die of typhus and they lived a long life together excavating magical antiquities in the Levant/Med?

Writing isn't going well this morning, so I figured I'd set this up... Half an hour until the library opens, so there's still hope for my 2000k words today.🤞