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Just a place to share you're writing and talk about writing :)

It can be for either if you want :)

That's really good!

Wow cool

Yeah I do

Okay, I've written a lot of songs lol i don't know which one

Nice I started trying to write songs when I was 4 but I started actually writing songs with a structure/chorus, verses, etc when I was 11 and I probably wrote 25 songs since then (most arent that good though)

Thanks

I have been so stuck with writing this book I'm working on for the past few weeks and I'm finally able to write again! I just sat down, forced myself to write and managed to write a few paragraphs. its not much but it's something

Good work Ava! Writing a book can be frusterating. Do we get to knw what its about?

Thanks! It's a realistic fiction/romance book about a girl with an undiagnosed chronic illness. I kind of based some parts of it off of my life

Cool that sounds really good :) me and my sister are also starting writing a fantasy books but right now we're just planning it (idk how writing 2 books at once will work but i got the idea and decided i had to write it)

Yeah I never understand how some people can come up with an idea for a book, focus on it, and finish it lol I likely have adhd and that might be why I can't focus on just one thing but i dont know

Thanks!

Cool!

Yeah I get stuck a LOT while writing so I totally get that lol it's really cool that you wrote 4 books though!

can I get some feedback on this banter?

“Hello, men,” an overly chipper female voice said. Finch, I thought. And sure enough, there she was — long braids, beautiful dark skin, and that perfectly shaped mouth that never seemed to stop talking. I hated this woman.
“Hello, little bird,” I said, arms crossed over my chest. “May I join you for supper?” she asked. “No, you may no—”
“Yes, of course. I was just leaving,” Josiah said, cutting me off mid-sentence. He would pay for that later. “What do you want?” I asked as she sat in Josiah’s just-vacated seat.
“Nothing that you can offer,” she said, a questioning look in her gaze — as if I might offer something she had not yet imagined.
“You are probably right. I am a man of few possessions,” I said, studying her.
She hummed softly. “My intentions are never to upset you, Captain. I simply do not know how to control my tongue,” she said, almost apologetically. “That much was apparent from the moment I brought you aboard,” I replied, irritation rising in my chest.
“You know,” she said, putting the back of her hand to her forehead in a mock swoon, “saying such things could make a girl fall in love.”
“I have been told I have a way with words,” I said, smirking in amusement.
“And who told you that? I have reason to believe they were lying,” she said.
“That is likely,” I admitted.
The comment earned a small laugh from Miss Finch before she snuffed it out with her hands covering her mouth. “Whatever is so funny?” I asked. “Your deliberate lack of conversational skill,” she shot back.
I raised an eyebrow. “Really? That is a first. Usually, ladies are all over me.”
“On a ship with an all-male crew? Oh, perhaps”—she snorted—“you must mean your grandmother!”
She broke into uncontrollable laughter at her own joke, and it was the most… annoying thing I had ever been witness to.

Oooh that’s really good!

thanks

this is a quote from my book

“You should not have had to endure that.” He said, hands fisted at his sides.
“It no longer matters,” I said while wiping my cheeks. “It does matter, little bird. You should get some rest.” He said not meeting my eyes. He started in the opposite direction before stopping and turning to face me. “If you ever need to talk again…I will listen.” My heart beat just a little too fast. I told myself it was from the memories but I do not know that I believed it.