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@arlenrenwrites.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 11:29 AM

hi #queerwriters 👋🏻

the last thing I need to do with the latest draft of Shark WIP is fill in some plot holes and make a pack to send to readers...so my goal this week is to do just that 💪🏻✨

I hope that everyone has a good week!

@spookyxpickle.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 11:24 AM

#queerwriters survive. Haha.

Nah, I just have a busy weekend, so any spare moment is going to be for sleep and rest.

I do hope to get a book trailer done and some writing!

@applesncinnamon.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 11:06 AM

#QueerWriters Goals

🪾Get ready for The Witch of the Wood’s Release!
🌄 Finish Going Through Line Edits for Guardian of the Sky
🪻 Start Editing Pass on Chicory in the Garden
📘 Continue Beta Reads
🪶 Start on The Bird and the Blade on Oct. 1st!

Busy week ahead!

@amaralynn.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 11:01 AM

#queerwriters Monday: Goals Day!

What do you hope to accomplish this week? Can be anything, big or small! Let us know so we can cheer you on!

#WritingCommunity #lgbtqwriters

Background: a plain background with colored pencils along the bottom half. Text: #Queerwriters What are your goals this week? Monday, Saturday, Sunday All LGBTQIAP writers welcome
@sainiku.northsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 2:47 AM

@heystylus.bsky.social is an incredible artist, and has been my best friend since forever ago! Go check him out!

He's just getting his feet wet in bluesky so drop him a follow! His commissions are open, and he can really use the support!

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #ArtSky #queerwriters #OC

@bethanylaurel.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 2:39 AM

Six towers lined the road, slits for archers keeping baleful watch over any approach. He took a step forward. No shouts greeted him. No arrows flew down from above. All remained eerily still. Ragheiyont stepped lightly, but he need not have bothered. The city felt as dead as dry bone.
#queerwriters

@sainiku.northsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 2:32 AM

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #ArtSky #queerwriters #OC

@jskuiken.comSep 28, 2026, 2:23 AM

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! :D

For the theme of "still", from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE.

It still simmers in my gut, like a pot that’s just about ready to boil over again. One of the biggest arguments I’ve ever had with Coach. You need another year or two before you go senior, Zach, blah blah blah. I’m ready, though! I have a pretty consistent triple axel. I'll have the quad toe loop down soon, I just know it. But she still said “no”, pulling the Coach trump card to end the argument. Yuzuru Hanyu went senior when he was 15! Not that I’m Yuzuru Hanyu. Not by a long fucking shot. But that’s not the point. The point is that it isn’t fair.
@cjaralore.bsky.socialSep 28, 2026, 1:12 AM

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share: still

Riley telling her robot to make antigravity. It's scientific! 😅

“Just hold still. Bobble 2, prepare to activate kinetic vector program in a sequence that is reverse of gravity, using the gravitational pull itself as energy to convert into kinetic force.”

@morganrose-writer.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 11:38 PM

I managed to get myself to edit a few paragraphs of The Forest's Champion! #queerwriters

@elizmanderson.comSep 27, 2026, 10:31 PM

from the "vegetarian" vampire novella bc I fear I am not over it but alas it's with beta readers and I can't work on it again until they're done with it

#QueerWriters

excerpt from E.M. Anderson's "vegetarian" vampire novella: “Let the poor thing alone. It did us no harm.” Your mouth twists. The dog did you no harm largely because Archibald stood in its way. It could still bite someone—something—spread its infernal disease. “My dear fellow,” Archibald says gently, “surely you can understand if I have some sympathy for such a creature.”
@nachtwandelnd.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 10:05 PM

#queerwriters
Just gonna share the funny line I just wrote for my SPN S16 fic #SPNLove, because it happens to have the word "still" in it! :D

A screenshot of text with the word "still" highlighted. The text reads as follows: “I guess you’re right. In the past I always went on so many hunts, they are what kept me fit, but now… I mean not that we will never go on another hunt, maybe we will. But in the meantime I should probably do something in order to not become a total couch potato”, he laughs lightly, very glad to see that whatever changes Cas’s body is going through, he seems very fit physically still. “I am sure you will never turn into a potato, Dean”, Cas says reassuringly and with such a serious tone, that Dean bursts out laughing, the confused look from Cas only making him laugh even more.
@karamoonauthor.comSep 27, 2026, 9:25 PM

#queerwriters line share "still"

from The First Mate and the Dryad's Daughter 🦜 💚 🌴 currently first drafting

Daphne huffed, lowering her tired arms, unable to keep from smiling as the crew cheered and Paxos sailed clean through the gap between the warships. Though the clouds were dissipating, she could still feel their energy in every goosepimple on her back. Every buffet of wind in the sails was the breath in her lungs. She was power and potential, irrepresable, irresistible. She turned to find Iona, and met her eyes. With all her will she sent the message through her glance alone: Tonight.
@evanzawisza.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 9:11 PM

From the first chapter of my non-binary pirate x transfemme siren romance, Salt & Siren. #queerwriters

Potential CW: SA

The mutinous crew of the Leviathan has made that difficult, however, especially Rowan's first mate. It was her idea to strip them naked after pulling them roughly from bed. Rowan would like to say that they fought, that they gave as good as they got. But they'd gone to their quarters ill the previous night. Drugged, they now suspected. Even if they were freed, Rowan doubted that they would be able to walk unaided, whatever poison they'd been given still flowing through their veins. The lash comes down once more, curling around their stomach to leave a line of pain on their breast. This time, Rowan can't help but cry out, a ragged, exhausted noise that is as pathetic as it is pained.
@maximejaz.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 9:07 PM

#queerwriters
“But why? We get on well, the sex is good, you kiss like a god, and we even sleep better together.”
“That’s not enough for anything.”
“Oh… is that so?”
“Yeah… Listen, everything’s nice, ok? We can still see each other to fuck. But let’s leave the rest.” Turning, looking for his jeans.

@cassmorriswrites.comSep 27, 2026, 7:52 PM

#WIPSnips Sept 27 (and actually works for today's #QueerWriters Sunday line share, too): Murderboner prologue!

Still, neither of them moved. Rhiann’s pulse yet raced with battle-fury, and she was sure Lycus’s was no less agitated. Both of them had chased this moment for so long, years of animosity and bloodshed and delayed retribution, rage and wrath pointed at each other—and to have it interrupted before the terminus, before either could make one final end of the other, was nearly unbearable. “It’s true, Maera.” Osric’s voice rang out, steady as ever, clear and cutting in their own language. “Aylesburh is ours. Let him go.” Lycus said, low enough that only she could hear, “Well, Tiger. It seems we can choose to die together now, or live to torment each other another day.”
@cherrypickett.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 6:46 PM

#queerwriters line share!

From Scorpions, since I'm knee-deep in revisions for that book:

"It was still so new to say it. To admit it.

And to hear it whispered back was even stranger."

@winterandwords.socialSep 27, 2026, 6:31 PM

Delay appears exactly once in Miles From Morning and I love this little snippet. Be careful with those mind-altering frequencies. You never know where you might end up...or where you might believe you've ended up.

🏷️ #WIPSnips (delay) #QueerWriters #LGBTQWriters #WriteSky

IMAGE: A man wearing black streetwear and dark sunglasses stands in a corridor in a run-down building. The lighting is dramatic in shades of pink, purple and blue. TEXT: I’m screaming from lungs that aren’t my lungs, still desperately reaching with hands that aren’t my hands for anything to delay the inevitable. In the slow motion seconds of descent, I still wish with the mind that isn’t my mind for something or someone to save me.
@licoricemint.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 5:29 PM

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint

From One Bad Tuesday: Ch. 11 No Shoulder to Cry On (first draft)

archiveofourown.org/series/3436765

A sudden yank at the back of her dress pulled Natalyiah out of her Meditation alcove and across the cold marble floor of her room. She watched as the pale blue Aasimar woman, that was her Nanny, spray a fire extinguisher on the cushions and flora that decorated the alcove. She caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror next to her closet. Deep purple skin. White hair flowing across the floor like the hottest flame. Her brand new enchantments worked to piece together the past few minutes. Everything that happened without and within. A single simple explanation found root in Natalyiah’s soul.
@licoricemint.bsky.socialSep 27, 2026, 5:24 PM

#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint

From One Bad Tuesday: Ch 11: No Shoulder to Cry On (1st draft)

archiveofourown.org/series/3436765

It finally felt purpose in that hunger. In that endless loop of song. It felt its purpose in the Weave. More importantly, it heard its own voice louder than the millions that milled around the chorus. It could hear the fear in those voices that wanted the Weave to ignore it. She could hear the complacency in those lost in the entrancing refrain. She could feel a million burning eyes from above admire her with cold purpose, burning empathy, and coy silence. If the rest were content to wait, then so be it. If the rest were too scared to be chosen, then It…no…She! She would take her turn. She would join the weave she would sing loudly as…