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IX. WRITING
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Ava ୨ৎ
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May 06, 2025 06:30PM

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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)
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
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
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.
“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.