#writers #artisists #music #creator #gamedev of mastodon

Do you sell directly on your websites? If not, why? Is it still to hard, or not worth the hastle?

(boost please)

Coming back to #PageWeb, the A5 page #socialWeb for #writers. I hadn't finalized the name and domain, though I registered a few, and among the few I presented, "Page Web" seemed on top, but I'm not married to it. Please vote for a domain for the main site!

(note the software will be AGPL and I hope for instances with various domains, plus DNS-free possibilities)

Context: https://fosstodon.org/@travisfw/114099690246606913

I am considering setting up a #socialWeb platform for #writers!
Distinguishing features:
➊ markdown, asciidoc, and possibly a third high-demand input format
➋ fonts!
➌ curation, compilation, and shareable shelves
➍ indices, catalogues, and libraries (advanced structured search)
I want to level up the social web. I want an interface that a library could put on a console for anonymous public use. I want offline and e-ink functionality.
Do you?
#authors #books #journalism #libraries

been on mastodon since 2018. I noticed all the #OpenSourceSoftware sites I was checking out had mastodon icons.

here's an #introduction for all those checking #twittermigration for people to follow

I am a #writer of #FlashFiction #horror and #haiku #poetry I am an #artist and sometimes I make #music

I'm looking to follow #journalists #historians #scientists #artists #writers and #musicians and people who post about #bikes #PublicTransit and #LitMags

j'apprends le #français

My #introduction updated: I'm a #poet, #tech worker, occasional #gamer, novice #birder. I #sail when I can. I'm handy with #knitting needles, #sewing machines, #crochet hooks and #tatting shuttles. I read all sorts of #books. I'm curious about this world and love when someone has deep dives on topics of interest. I avoid the drama. I trained in #science. I support social justice. Say hello 😺 (she/her)
#poetry #writing #writers #fiction #novellas #flash #birds

#PennedPossibilities 324 — SC POV: If you could relive one day of your life without changing anything that happened, which day would you choose? Tootfic: Reframing the Experience

[When my SC says armor, it's really a weightless magical exoskeleton that melds with her body. It looks like blackened bones, because it is. —R.S.]

Oh, there's plenty of days I'd relive unchanged. Like the day I fledged, when I first flew on my own. Or the day learned the thrill of hauling things through the sky. Both good events in a rather dull and awful childhood that turned to cinders when my parents disapproved of the way I wanted to live my life. Said I aimed for the dirt not the sky. Maybe they weren't so dumb—I ended up badly, flying messages for a crime boss over a dozen years. But, then, there was that day last week...

I've told you a few times how I ended up with the armor and a new job training as a pretorian, you know, having faced down the greatest thaumaturge who ever lived, having nearly killed her. Impressed her.

I thought.

Well, my drill instructor was training me that dawn. I wore the armor. The thaumaturge dove at me, full speed. She's a monster flier, taller, more massive, immortal. I jumped into the sky. Fled.

She followed.

Though the armor let me fly like a sparrow, change direction in a heartbeat, and take a thumping only slightly changing my course, it had been her armor once. She kept appearing before me, striking at my face or heart, sending me into spins toward the ground, stalling me out, almost panicking me into flying into trees or buildings. For all her mass and the inertia that implies, I barely avoided her, half the time with her cackling at my barrel rolls or dives that sent down feathers flying. She had muscle; I tired despite the armor until I thought my heart would burst from my chest, at which point a flyby pitched me into the ground.

I skid across the running track on my belly right up to my instructor. I don't know how I didn't break a wing or my neck. Ok, I do: The Armor.

She landed beside me with a loud thump. She wasn't even winded! She told him, "She lacks stamina. Train her harder."

She leaned down until her face was in my face. I smelled maple syrup on her breath. She said, "You need to use the magic in the armor. There's a class at first bell in the Ivory building, room B7. Shower and be there ON TIME."

I have wings.

I don't do magic.

I showered though, once my legs stopped shaking. I slunk into the class still half-frightened out of my wits. My new friend was there, the curse breaker, a former prizefighter, the one I'd fought beside against Her, that ended up with me getting the armor. It was some sort of advanced special Ed class for mages. I suddenly felt totally inadequate and I cried. Me. At the age of 27, I cried telling her my story, pointing to my purpling bruises, complaining that had She gotten in a good strike She would have caved in my rib cage.

My friend was having none of it. She said, "You're a day angel who just went ten minutes fighting Her. Somehow, you're still alive."

I hadn't thought about it that way. I later learned the word, "Reframing."

The instructor came in with a truckload of tomes and grimoires. She had prepared him for me. He gave me a magic primer. I knew it was a primer because it had PICTURES of youngsters playing. Despite the stares of the other students, I read the book.

Half hour later, I got the armor to glow dull red, like iron out of a forge. Truly. Awesome. Didn't know what it did except look intimidating, but still...

Awesome.

I felt my heart grow large in my chest, and it struck me. Someone (okay, the ruler of the nation) wanted me for who I was and who I could become, and because I was capable. She wanted me to aim for the sky. My new friend supported me and pushed me forward. I liked this, who I was, what I was finding I could be, could become.

And.

Oddly.

I realized, for what it was worth, my parents would approve. (And flap them if they didn't!)

Best. Day. Ever.

[Author retains copyright (c)2024 R.S.]

#BoostingIsSharing and #CommentingIsCool

#fiction #fantasy #sf #sff #sciencefiction #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon
#RSdiscussion
#RSstory #RSReluctanceStory
#microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory

#Links to #Story Samples Written by R.S.

I've written very short fiction stories in my universe for #Mastodon under various hashtags. They're first citizen samples of my 1st person writing, in my casual—made to be read aloud—writing style, and include my still evolving characters. None tally much more than 750 words, with a hard character limit set by my instance. I think they're an easy read. Some are based on my earlier works, some on works not yet written. Most of what was written for Mastodon was written quickly, edited immediately, then posted. It could be better, but I've resisted more than revising typos or inappropriate words. Everything is experimental; nothing should be considered canon.

Stories:

Not Carrion https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110993252771253246
Lest Night Fall https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/111168341654222870
After Birth https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/111191533450077751
Young Love https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110743266787135458
About that First Kiss (CW) https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110698098034001478
The Wanted Poster: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110136451462609798
Wild Encounter: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/109842477740039509
Ms George and the Dragon
https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110603595653290409
Where Most Comfortable: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/109826357405137553
Friends Amongst Thieves: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110448415650126821
Crowned Not in a Good Way https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/111164297800442997
The Masquerade Invitation: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110250683189485013
Dream of Being Alive, of Laughter: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110340314616596061
Love Can't Wait: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110425766506783077
Trust Issues: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110385678774151219
Sharp Tool a'Traveling: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110487865412278719
She has a Birthday in Autumn: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110277659480504706
Reframing the Experience: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/112497915608418589

Excerpts with proposed titles:

I'm not the Thaumaturge You're Looking for...: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110064129027510807
Not Chattel: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110036114809701300
Dangerous Word Play: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/109943717912031929
Fight for Real: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110317141401752671
Daemon at the Door: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110362730587455597
Bling with Strings Attached: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110345919252932146

Interviews:

"What do you envy about your closest friend?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/109966079428055171
"Briefly describe your relationship with your parents.": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110006348394099406*
"The three most important things in your life?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110016958897411843
An unusual question: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110091209716356788
"If you could teach one subject...": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110142692823048417
"What do you never leave home without?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110165508077506058
"What annoys you the most?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110182258491654419
"What do you find attractive in him?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110198914541850851
"What is your idea of a perfect day?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110241319393777199
"What attracted you to her?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110217050633826912
"Who Am I?": https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110312478082661315

Other:

Vignettes asking whether she's attractive: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/110391891938480784

[Author retains copyright to all posted words]

All my answers to #writingWonders can be found by clicking: https://eldritch.cafe/@sfwrtr/tagged/WritingWonders

#BoostingIsSharing #CommentingIsCool

#fiction #fantasy #sf #sff #sciencefiction #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #1stPerson #writersOfMastodon #story #RSstory #storySamples #excerpt
#microfiction < 500 words
#suddenFiction ~750 words

#WritingWonders 4.3 — The Wanted Poster by R.S.

Someone knocked with what proved to be a clipboard before coming into the conference room, and the various lieutenants' bodyguards stiffened. The thug still had a bandage over his eye and an arm in a sling as he walked in and discreetly handed the clipboard to me. I looked at the single page.

"Not a joke?" I whispered, my mouth wide open.

"No, Boss."

The poster had official diffraction stripes with rainbow lettering. It displayed two images, one snapped after I'd shoved the boss down on the seat of the brougham as we fled the summit, less than a minute before the carriage exploded. It showed me in a hooded cape with my chin mask up, unluckily glowering at the lens. The second was a bank image. The scale showed my above average height. This time my hood was down for visibility and my hair up in a gangland bouffant. The chin mask was intact. Despite soot from the riots on my face, you could see my flattened nose and brushed eyebrows, but not the most important part. I escorted the boss past on the sidewalk. Between the crash gate grate and her having just darted to my right, you couldn't see her wings or face.

You could identify the Old Harbors Post Office across the street by its century old architecture.

Fortunately, the image of me drenched in blood that evening, the one under the headline in the morning edition, wasn't included. The constables hadn't made that connection, except to the extent that the first line of the wanted poster read, "Detain for questioning by order of Rainy Days, Director of Home".

I shivered. The evil woman was too close to connecting the dots. I had to excise the Mustang elements that could take advantage of the chaos and to prevent the syndicate from spinning into internecine war. I was already responsible for too many deaths because I'd been too cowardly to do what I knew was right. This poster meant I had to disappear and leave the east coast sooner than later. It was if I watched my plausible deniability lining up at the window like a string of rats and, one by one, defenestrating itself.

It read further, "Wanted for questioning in regards to the Old Harbors Post Office and the Three Forks Bridge explosions. Suspected of transporting illegal goods and wanted persons, assault, racketeering, attempted murder, and terrorism. Goes by the name Gelding and other aliases. Aged between 15 and 35."

I muttered, "A two-decade range? I'm barely two decades old." I really worked on disguising myself, and it paid off.

"High-level thaumaturge without a limiter. If apprehended, shackle to a hard surface to prevent escape. Consider dangerous. Reward for information leading to arrest: 2 years basic."

I loved praise and grinned at being recognized as high-level, but added, "I'm not dangerous."

South Beach snorted, then sat there her chest bouncing as she struggled with a hand over her mouth to hold in her laughter. I looked around the room. The men and women smiled, getting the joke, but others looked serious. Feathers made rustling noises. They knew I had the kiss of death.

I grinned, handing the clipboard back to my thug secretary. "Burn that."

"Yes, Boss."

[Author retains copyright]

#fiction #fantasy #sf #sff #sciencefiction #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #except #flashfiction

#BoostingIsSharing
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In my free time, I like to write about weird stuff that my partner describes as having “a lil crazy energy.”

If you’re looking for an off-beat read, try my new blog, which explores:
🦤 Dodo birds
💭 Idle curiosity
🤩 Childlike wonder
💻 My own browsing history
👸 “Society at large”
👽 & more

https://medium.com/@elizabethburnam/how-the-dodos-went-extinct-fear-of-the-unknown%5B%E2%80%A6%5Dtion-addiction-c7d80a68835b?sk%3D94e8a036a3cde26158e18786f8b1e220
@philosophy @writing #writers

Last poem of NaPoWriMo! The prompt was to write a palinode, in which the speaker abandons a prior position held within the poem.

Really proud of this one! Was a great month for writing but I’m ready for a break now lol.

#napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poets @poetry @writing @writingcommunity

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“Today I learned that Nikola Tesla fell in love with a pigeon” 🕊️⚡️

Wasn’t digging the prompt for today so I wrote about my new favorite fun fact!

#napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poets @writers @writing @writingcommunity

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I wrote this poem at 3am and then just laid awake in bed the rest of the night 😵‍💫

#napowrimo #poetry #poets #napowrimo2023 #writers #writersofthefediverse #poetsofmastodon @poets @poetry @writers @writingcommunity

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Anyone else remember how they discovered their love of #writing?

I was snooping in my parents’ room & found a book of American #Poetry. (My parents don’t like to read, so they were using it to prop up a broken leg of their bed).

I flipped it open & it landed on “I Am Nobody” by Emily Dickinson. Not sure if the rhyme or the content excited me more, but I’ve known it by heart ever since.

Would love to hear other #BirthofaWriter stories from y’all!

@writingcommunity #writer #writers

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#introduction We are a sister-brother writing team whose first #sff novel, A SECOND CHANCE FOR YESTERDAY, is coming out in August 2023. For our day jobs, @aram is a futurist (comms prof) and @rachelcleves is a historian (prof). We’ve also collaborated on a #middleGrade novel, still in revision, and a #fantasy novel, just started. Our fiction is diverse, like our worlds 🏳️‍⚧️🌈✊🏾✡️ We’re interested in connecting with other #writers #readers #nerds and #bookpeople

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I guess it's time for an #introduction 😁

Hi! 👋 I'm a #scifi author who loves reading, especially sci-fi and #fantasy.

I have a #blog where I share #SFF #books by women, trans & enby authors.

I'm an immigrant from #Belarus.

I have #ADHD.

I love talking about books & #writing, and discussing stuff with other #writers. Characters, worlds, our process, etc. — a lot of this happens under #WordWeavers.

I might also sometimes talk about Belarus, ADHD and just share random thoughts.

Not your typical writing magazine, because it’s not about writing. It’s about the lives of writers. Stories of love and loss, adventure and discovery. The world as seen through the eyes of a writer, twisted though it may be.

Welcome to Ellemeno. A Medium Publication.

#Writing #Writers #Medium #MediumWriters #LMNO

https://medium.com/ellemeno

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