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@amaralynn.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 12:14 PM

#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
@chrisholcombe.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 12:02 PM

Morning writing views in Lake George, NY.

#booksky #authorsky #writersky #mysterybooks #mysterysky #noir #1920s #queerbooks #lgbtqbooks #gaybooks #queerwriters #lgbtqwriters #gaywriters #queernoir

A spectacular view of Lake George. Blue skies above dotted with clouds. Green mountains in the distance. A green pine tree in the center.
@melwaverly.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 8:45 AM

From WIP 3 - The First Lesbian Book Club

Lucy's pretty much spot on with her description of Norwegian, especially Liv's Norwegian.

#WIPSnips #QueerWriters #WritingPrompts #FLBC #SapphicWriters #sapphicauthors #WriteSky #Sapphic

“If you’d please excuse me for a moment.” Lucy started to step away from the counter, looking towards the back of the store. Liv stepped in front of her, stopping Lucy in her tracks and blocking her view to the back. “Nei da!” From the back of the shop came a cough that cut through the noise of the Norwegian’s protest. It sounded suspiciously like someone trying not to laugh. Is that woman laughing at the book or is she laughing at me? Lucy craned and twisted to catch a glimpse of the woman back there, but Liv was standing in the way, her arms akimbo. She launched into another rapid stream of Norwegian—sharp, melodic, faintly indignant. The tone suggested righteous outrage, but the delivery suggested mild intoxication. Lucy simply wanted to find a book by anyone remotely resembling Bearstar and end the interaction with dignity intact. Mel Waverly - The First Lesbian Book Club, chapter 6
@karamoonauthor.comSep 21, 2026, 3:26 AM

#queerwriters line share "floor"

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

Daphne awoke with a start to find her bed moving. Above, a wooden ceiling, too close to her head for comfort, swayed back and forth across her vision. Speaking of her head, that ached like the insides of it had been scraped against bark. Her body was bent in an unfamiliar curve. Grabbing the sides of the thing cupping her, she remembered the word and everything that went with it: Hammock. Ship. Pirates. With a gasp, she rolled out and onto the floor.
@jskuiken.comSep 21, 2026, 3:14 AM

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day!

For the theme of "floor", from my YA Novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Zach, an ambitious 15-year-old figure skater, does a run-through of his exhibition skate.

At first, the song simply plays in my head. The slow tempo tapping and low-key singing sort of waltzes around me as I take up the start position and begin moving around the rink. I do the triple toe loop because it’s fun. The music’s still taking its time as I coast into an easy spread eagle, but my heart’s pumping, waiting for the explosion. My muscles tense, remembering the soaring triple axel in time to a blast of drums and rush of synthesizers. It’s beginning to happen already, even though the music is only in my head. It doesn’t matter. Because the song, that dizzy-mournful, wild-hammering tune, throbs all around me. It’s like I’m shouldering my way through the club and the heavy beat of the music roars, making the air vibrate as I mark the triple -- well, quad -- toe double toe combination and then the triple lutz. I’m flooded by brilliant strobe lights and drums and synthesizers as I leap into the flying camel spin. By the time I roll out onto the dance floor and into the hypnotic step sequence, I’m drowning in the song, the flashing colors, the pulse of bodies all around, the smell of sweat and alcohol and all the crazy noise and confusion. The notes thump and soar as I make my final spins, gushing sonic energy like everyone else in the club. I feel glorious, bright as blazing light reflected off the disco ball. I can’t help smiling as I finish my run-through and coast back to Coach, the energy still humming in my veins.
@rachdwriter.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 3:06 AM

From October 1 through December 31, we’re setting our goals, supporting one another, making progress, and celebrating those wins—all the way to the end of 2026.

JOIN US! Link in the comments...

#WritingCommunity #QueerWriters #WomenWriters

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@bethanylaurel.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 2:48 AM

Akieryon let himself in, and he nearly tripped over an archangel.

Israfil lay on the floor, his head turned away from the doorway. His fingers twitched as though keeping rhythm, and his lips moved almost soundlessly. Surprise stole away the respect due him. “What are you doing?”
#queerwriters

@scarletvmitchell.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 2:23 AM

#QueerWriters

Clip of Jack doing that thing he does when he wants to spook someone, seen from the ‘backstage’ of Charlie’s pov.

(I was just mentioning this in today’s AwesomeCharacters 🤣)

The door to unit seventeen was hanging open, and as they approached, they saw a man pacing back and forth in the front room with a phone to his ear. “Don’t give me that. You think I’ve never heard that excuse before? It’s not the first time you’ve seen shit like this. None of that’s going to matter once we’ve got down to the concrete…” Jack stood waiting for him to hang up. With the sun behind them, his shadow stretched onto the floor haloed by the door. Charlie mastered a smirk when the man jumped at the sight of him lurking in the doorway, tall and foreboding. She got the impression he did that sort of thing on purpose just to mess with people. “Who!… I’m sorry, excuse me…” The man fumbled his phone a little in consternation, “Just a moment, Ian… I’m sorry, can I help you?” “Yes, we are from the Annex and have been looking into some reports of suspicious activity on the property here. We were wondering if anyone was around on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday night who might have noticed anything odd.” The man gave Jack and Charlie a sideways look. “I’ll give you a call back,” he muttered, ending his call. “You want ‘odd’? I’ll give you ‘odd’… Take a fuckin’ look at this…”
@4islesbookshop.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 11:10 PM

#QueerWriters Sunday: Line Share Day!

"Her mother gave her the side-eye that meant, "I know you don't want to, but you must. So, she pushed her chair back, stood up, extended her hand towards him, and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor." - Demeter's Descent WIP

#WritingCommunity

@bearlyursa.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 8:38 PM

I've been trying to find places to advertise my book without it being annoying. anyone found places to do that that don't require a bunch of money?
Some kind of discord where it's just genre threads with links to stuff to read the preview or something?
#LGBTwriters #booksky #writesky #queerwriters

@licoricemint.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 8:03 PM

#AwesomeCharacters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #lesfic #sapphic #QueerWriters #LicoriceAndMint 

Saddest Moment? I want to say the first half of chapter 10 for Nat and Vola but spiritually what is about to happen to Nat is the worst sadness.

@maximejaz.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 6:57 PM

#queerwriters
A tiny noise made him raise his head, wipe his tears out of his eyes. Listening again. Eric’s breathing. That scratch. The corridor’s polished floor. His eyes straining against the dark. He rose softly, reaching for his gun on the chair. Grappling the wood. Fuck.

@winterandwords.socialSep 20, 2026, 6:36 PM

This is my first #QueerWriters in ages and I'm so happy to be back here. I'm excited to be working on Darwin's Cliff again and to share a snippet with you 🩶

🏷️ #LGBTQWriters #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Writers

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@licoricemint.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:34 PM

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

From Licorice and Mint: Ch. 3 - Get Down and Stay Awake

archiveofourown.org/series/1962421

“Remember, we’re lookin’ for a twelve-sided cube. It should have writing all over it. It’s gonna be heavily guarded.” Ahroun withdrew the blueprints from his pocket again, and the group huddled over it. “This thing we’re about to crawl down used to be a hydro turbine, which means that the nest is down where the rotor and fans would be. Lots of steel between us and them. Lots of places for us to hide, which is good. But it’s places for them to hide too, so stay sharp.” He pointed to the blueprint, where the turbine’s long shaft descended down. “When you get to the bottom of the shaft, there should be a lip right above the nest. Land there and fan out along the perimeter. When I signal, we’ll move. And again, this is our only shot to take ‘em by surprise. I don’t wanna have to say it again. Any questions?” “If things go south, what’s our escape route?” Vola asked. “Just follow me and I’ll lead you out.” Vola blinked, unsure if she’d heard right. “What?”
@licoricemint.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:27 PM

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

From Licorice and Mint: Ch.5 - Punk Rock and Chai

archiveofourown.org/series/1962421

Embarrassed, the half-orc swallowed the bile in her throat and approached the bag again, shaking off the doctor’s grasp. Holding her breath, she fished around for a moment. “Got it”, she said quickly. “Got any more of those wipes, doc?” Wordlessly, a hand held out a tube. Vola plucked two squares from the canister and withdrew the brass knuckles from the bag. Dripping with slime and stinking to the four heavens, the little weapon nevertheless seemed to glow in the afternoon light. Vola mopped the mess off. The smell evaporated as she worked the wipes into each groove, leaving a faint lemony freshness in their wake. “Those are nice. Scary.” “Yeah, don’t touch the ends. The spikes detach.”
@arlenrenwrites.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:25 PM

hey #queerwriters 😮‍💨

I did the hard work thing and it didn't go so well BUT it's done

and I only accomplished it today because life is so busy lately but...I've edited up to and including ch10! 🥳

things are only going to get busier for me now 🙃 but I'll try to keep up with my writing...

@licoricemint.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:20 PM

#SongsOfSeptember #LicoriceAndMint #QueerWriters #lesfic #sapphic #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

This one is for the Weasel Crew entirely.

This song was what played in my head as I imagined Nat, Vola, Wali, Amanda, Zaya, et al at the bar hanging out.

youtu.be/EloCmSqiDLs?...

@fae-author.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:17 PM

Mirrored Ideas releases tomorrow! I am terrified

Check it out on amazon if you're interested in a spicy sapphic romantasy between a bratty fairy and her devious servant

#writesky #indiebooks #bookrelease #queerwriters #LGBTQ #wlw #sapphicromance

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@licoricemint.bsky.socialSep 20, 2026, 5:09 PM

#SongsOfSeptember #LicoriceAndMint #QueerWriters #lesfic #sapphic #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

@rustraven.bsky.social picked this song perfectly years ago for the end of One Bad Tuesday. Even with the revisions years later it fits still.

youtu.be/OqQMMzsUBDM?...