Aldwin Beckett

Deirdre finds her poncho (and since then she always wear ponchos)

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Sara gets on a hunt.

Even though the main book isn't even started to be written, I'm already thinking about the continuation. This is Tiny Tea Book, a stories that happens after Gwyn and Dei story.

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Gwyneth makes a decision.

(with that rate, I'll write all the interesting parts in no time)

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Deirdre finds out more about fairies and puts her Veil training to a good use.

(trying not to make any (big) spoilers)

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Gwyneth is a melancholic autumn enjoyer, especially in Budapest; this time of year matches her inner self.

Deirdre doesn't care much about seasons, but she'd rather prefer warm weather, rare occurrence around her native Inishtrahull.

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Gwyneth loves water running through her beloved Budapest.

(at this point I'm writing random snippets, but the outline is almost done)

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I’ve tried to read Mistborn and it was too boring. I dunno. He has his audience, I guess, but I’m out of this set.

Deirdre finds Gwyneth's tea supply.

Something from my next writing. Rest assured there will be a lot of tea parties, because, you see... Gwyn loves tea. She also loves folk music, but it's a very different story.

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I say that: Cassandra is honest.

But at one point she lies to herself and pays for that later when she forced to face it.

More than that, she knows that she lies to herself, yet refuses to wake up from her sweet reverie.

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Cassandra was this “Mrs who has no children being few years in marriage”, but she has got out of fashion.

Virginia is locally known as “that pilot lass”, and she got known around the Scotland islands over the years of delivering mail and stuff.

But none of my characters are craving for a fame.

Cassandra wakes up her girl with questionable outcome.

(in the meantime, edits are done and I'm ordering the proof copy soon)

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Share your favourite black and white movie

Cassandra is in her early 30s. I tend to write adult characters for some reason, sometimes young adult.

I think it’s this age when person has some life experience yet still hold enough energy to move on.

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Out of curiosity: does cover note "blah blah bestselling author of some book you've never heard of blah blah" sell it to you? Speaking of fiction, of course.

Because I couldn't care less. Bestsellers nowadays shows marketing success, not writing value.

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I grew up on sci-fi and epic fantasy. Naturally, I should've been writing something of this area, but I was starting with low fantasy and ended up with sapphic historical fiction. Go figure.

Ohh one of my favourite teenage books. Was fun to read at my 14.

Kind of. It’s a low fantasy in general, but global plot works around Codex, a rule of silence preventing ordinary people from finding out about the witches.

The books are covering different timeframes and main characters in the same county, akin to Faulkner’s fictional county.

In my planned witch universe there is one book that doesn't have any fantasy elements in it, yet happens in the same fictional witch county. We meet familiar witches, but as we follow the characters of this book, we have POV of an ordinary person who has no idea about the other world.

In the chapter 24 Cassandra sees a small plane flying by. This seems random, but it is actually a reference to my next book: under different circumstances Cassandra and Virginia could know each other.

It's not a genre swap cause both books are sapphic historical fiction, but it's something.

Also ↴

I'd rather say I can write a few projects at a time, but I always have a main project to receive a set amount of time before I get to the others.

A Room of One’s Own, Virginia Woolf.

I'm rather the opposite. First edits are easy, it's hard to stop and publish it already.

(so no link yet)

Such a nice cover; I have no idea what's on the back, but I'd take a look just based on the front. It's rare to see a simple, concise cover nowadays, drowning in this ocean of overdone ornaments, block fonts and "bestsellers".

Cassandra would be a nice forest witch. She almost is: just look at those herbs hanging in her kitchen! And she has a cat (although it’s a question who has whom)

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Update:

My First Summer (this one is odd, but vibes)
Disobedience (10/10)
Polarized (10/10)
Portrait of A Lady on Fire (I dunno I'd say 11/10)

An odd one and then a good streak of really nice sapphic movies. Maybe I could write a review. Never did it before.

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In Souvienne, their romance is their sanctuary, but things doesn’t go smoothly. Relationship demands work. Plus social pressure of 1967.

It’s even more prominent in my next WIP that takes place in 1952, where they have to deal with physical distance as well.

But they are strong.

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All goes by of how are you just missing a beat, missing train, missing keys from the exit of here and that’s it. Planetarium fully deserted in dreams, waterfall smoothed out, napping stars by the dome. Why you’re standing in silence, forgotten parole, carved out on skin, hidden under the blouse? Sharpen knife, and forget and invent a new word for the fence, so the wolves unable to step in to rob the wagon. Silence! Listen not to the heather song, listen not to the kindling smoke. We are walking, laying in chain in the bushes. Ouroboros, his tail is eaten and cooked in the pot; and the fire now slumbering slowly in pit. And Atlantis is real, but the guiding stars all are gone, which could lead us, and the soles worn out again, so you wait, and sharpen these sounds of knives: we’re descending to heaven, frozen down and out of lights.

A very old one, translated from the other language, and turned out surprisingly well. Oddly rhyming and rhythmic: try to mentally break every line, sometimes in the middle, sometimes... you'll get it.

No meaning intended.
Just an old poem.

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If my characters are struggling (and they are), if they are desperate, if they lose hope, in the end they will find peace and love. It not always HEA, but it's always something that gives them hope.

There is enough of bad endings in the real world. I don't want to add more.

Hardcore smut. Mild, sensual, erotic smut is fine, but writing in great details who where and how deep... no thank you. I don't read it either.

Gore, violence and other dark stuff. Not my cup of tea.

Bad endings a.k.a. and they never lived happily ever after. After dark, there always be the light.