I'm the same saberquill as always, but I've moves accounts to start afresh. This is a writing-themed sideblog. My larger universe is over at haveninstitute.tumblr.com
Me: Wait, aren’t all your friends vampires?
Caducus: No, we have demons, too!
It’s 3:45 am, and my mood is a three way split between being satisfied and happy about my friends, excited about my new dark red lipstick, and incredibly freaked out over the pervasive dehumanization inherent in capitalism.
It’s like happy sighs mixed with an edge of angst.
I’m such a college student.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang To The Monster
The fact that I reblogged this to my other blog and tagged it with the exiles (the group of friend at the center of my book, and where it gets its working title) and that I’m reblogging it here to talk about my friends should tell you something about how much this means to me.
And yeah, I have the best friends in the world. We care about each other so much, and will help each other through so much. Even as I learn how to say no and find my own boundries, my friends are encouraging me and cheering me on. Even when we annoy each other or step on our toes, we still love and value each other. We still have faith that we’ll grow as human beings and keep becoming more and ourselves, more and more the people we love. We’ve all got our rough edges and weak spots and pain, still we all can still see and remind each other of the places we’re strong and whole and necessary for this crazy universe. We stick together, and help each other grow as people. We’re all learning how to become- together.
I am so happy I have that opportunity. I’m so happy I have my friends. I’m so happy we can all see each other’s monsters, and take them the mark of our tribe.
I just returned from writing in a field with one of my friends- it’s night and we were up on Mountain Campus, away from all the lights. There were so many stars. Afterward, we just watched the sky. If anyone ever asks me why I write about magic, I’ll always answer that nights like remind me that it’s already here.
HONORED GUESTS, I HAVE INTRODUCED MY VILLAIN IN STYLE- WITH A CLIFFHANGER. EFF YEAH.
So, I’m at work, and allowed to work on my novel on slow days. This means I have the wikipidia up for various horrible tortures used in execution in the middle ages. I hear someone coming, and I’m frantically trying to decide which tab would be the least incriminating… when I hear the people loudly discussing stage blood. I’m so glad I’m in professions that get me! :)