tatsoi

@tatsoi.bsky.social

If I added you when I made the account, you know me*. Servant to a wee dog, a novel in progress and a lot of strawberry plants. No politics here, for personal reasons. Not a histscalemodeler *Except for the big accounts, cause I'm not that memorable.

I'm also driving myself slightly mad trying to rewrite the opening sentence for Chapter 2. It originally began with "The woman" and IMO that sounded better, but critters like Names. I like how "the hotel bar" leads directly into a description of it. The keycard is wee detail to be forgotten about...

Ratree checks the keycard in the pocket of her trousers as she looks around the half-crowded room of the hotel bar. It’s a middle of the road kind of place, nothing fancy. A very average rock band plays tried and true songs from the last three decades, a mix of American hits and Thai. Those dancing in front of them are a constantly shifting jumble. The beer is good, and that’s why many are here.

I have a revised Chapter 1 going up on critiquecircle tomorrow. I've categorised it as "literary" rather than "drama" and dared suggest more than cursory reading but still, why am I doing this to myself?

Wee dog is having his "I've slept for 20 of the last 24 hours and I am ready to party why aren't you feeding me NOW?" demands. I, on the other hand, am ready to go to bed.

It's a novel about secrets and their complications - secrets they're forced into by others, or by their past. No one is making their lives public knowledge.

🌱🫜 Charlie (Chelizabeth) Delta 🦊🪻@charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · 2d ago

Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters Your character is writing their memoirs! How honest are they being? Are they playing up their heroism and the drama? Are they leaving anything out? Why? What tone will it have? #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

This is their 2nd meeting. We haven't seen all that much of his feelings yet and don't know if we can trust what he says. Her feelings would be straight forward if it weren't for the complications of her life, and her life is complicated. Which is why she doesn't get into relationships... #SumLuv 4

Restless and in another dingy dive, the third of the night, Ratree leans against the bar and grimaces at the taste of watery beer.

She’s off kilter and it doesn’t help that she’s distrusting herself, knowing that at least one hunter knew enough to find her, she doesn’t know how many times, and she had missed him. A man observant enough to know the approach to take to make it into one of her rooms. He knew her and she had missed him until he made himself known.

Thank fuck for her routines and precautions and not letting him have a knife near her bed, for noticing his boots and remembering to check them while he slept. Thank fuck for making him so relaxed and satisfied and content he slept.

For the twinge which told her to look at that scar again, the one he had distracted her from with his cheeky charming grin and a delicious dream of running away. What a dangerously sweet mouth he has.

She casts her eyes over the men here tonight. He’s not here, of course he isn’t. No, not of course. He’s good. But maybe he knows not to look or maybe he just hasn’t found her. She doesn’t see the guy from the pool game. There are scars but none over the left eyebrow. Two are stocky but they’ve paid no attention to her at all.It’s not just that. She’s restless and hungry, but can’t convince herself any of them are worth the bother. They’re no worse than the usual crew at this sort of joint. Maybe another time, on another night, there are a few who might feel like more than making due, like the one with the drowsy smile who might sober up enough in an hour or two. Maybe if she had gotten here earlier, before he was so far gone. Maybe another time.

She zips up her sweatshirt and heads out into the night.

She wanders the streets aimlessly, restless and out of sorts, knowing Gan would deduct significant marks for insufficient situational awareness but she can’t bring herself to care. If someone comes after her, maybe a fight will make her head right again.

With a shock, she realises where she’s ended up. This is a neighbourhood Talay frequents, knowledge she gleaned from the thin tracker she slipped into his wallet after she’d found his knife the night they were together. That delicious night.

And there he is, that delicious man, chatting amiably with the vendor of a food cart who’s cooking a late meal for him. Ratree slips into darkness, her black hood up, asking herself what she is doing and why she isn’t keeping to her rules. They’re for everyone’s safety, his as well as hers.

As Talay approaches he sees her dark eyes reflecting the pale street light. “Bpai”, she says, taking hold of his wrist and leading him down the narrow alley between two buildings. He follows her.She leans against the wall, pulling him to her. He recognises that he’s the one off balance and doesn’t care. His mind reels with surprise, desire and a tumult of emotions.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” she says, her eyes blazing fiercely, her voice heavy and low.

“Always,” he replies.

She glances towards the entrance of the alley, then leads him further in and around a corner. There’s a small shed, its door open. “Hmm, better.”

She watches him as he sets his dinner on a shelf and then pulls him to her again, her fingers in the front pockets of his jeans. Keys in the right, left empty. He runs fingertips along the side of her face, looking deep into her eyes before they begin to kiss.

Her hands move along his back and down. Wallet, back left. She removes his switchblade from the right and smiles at him, the side of her knee riding up his outer thigh as she brings her leg up to slip his knife into her boot.

“You can have that back when you’re done pleasing me,” she tells him.

“Where would you like me to start?” he asks, bringing her hand to his lips and lightly kissing down her forearm. If she’s going intense, he’ll go gentle and take all the time she’ll give him.

She moves his hand down, her other hand on the back of his head pulling his mouth towards hers. He’s the one she needs tonight.
📚 Ellie Rhymer! Spaceships and Scoundrels 📚@ellieyellu.bsky.social · 2d ago

Meet cutes don't have to be "cute"! They are a plot device 🧡 But! Let's talk about how they DO feel about each other early on! Is it fairytale love? Is it *lust* at first sight? Hate at first sight? All?? Snips here are welcome (always welcome if you want to answer anything with a snip) 🧡 #SumLuv

Romance Writers Summer of Love #SumLuv @EllieYellu Day 3: Love at First Sight. Do they fall in love at first sight, or does it take them a little longer?

It's overcast out and wee dog just went for a wee. If I close the drapes maybe he'll let me crash out finally? Like I could still have the 3 am insomnia demons AND a full night's sleep if I go now.

Wee dog will be sound asleep until five minutes after I've decided it's time for me to have a nap too (insomnia since 3 am). Anyway, it's difficult to rest with a wee dog staring at you because you're in the wrong room.

I started getting followed by some "film festivals" and "writing festivals" and thought "oh, these are cool!" Then I looked a little closer. They're all part of a network that preys on writers, charging us for reviews, and feeding our stuff into slop generators. So I made a list.👋🏻🖕🏻😠

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Ratree and Talay are both involved in different parts of the criminal underworld, which shapes their lives in ways beyond their control. They understand each other in ways no one else can but they still have secrets and things they can't talk about. #SumLuv

📚 Ellie Rhymer! Spaceships and Scoundrels 📚@ellieyellu.bsky.social · 4d ago

Who are you writing about? What makes a romantic story about them interesting? Note there will not be a character art or face cast prompt, so feel free to do that here if you'd like! Don't forget alt text for images if you post them. #SumLuv

Romance Writers Summer of Love #SumLuv @EllieYellu Day 2: Character Introductions. Who are your romantic leads?

Nice neighbour's young grandkids were over this afternoon, they were helping us tidy the gardens. (The older one was, the younger was mostly riding the wheeled garden seat.) Wee dog apparently agrees they were exhausting as he's slept the ENTIRE rest of the afternoon and evening.

Heard about this before I put my novel on hiatus from burnout. Accepting that I'm not capable of writing opening chapters which will get readers to continue. WIP's best use is snip games & maybe this will help me fall in love with it again so at least it will have one reader. #SumLuv

📚 Ellie Rhymer! Spaceships and Scoundrels 📚@ellieyellu.bsky.social · 5d ago

Welcome to 🧡 Summer of Love 🧡 a daily prompt game for everyone writing in the romance genre! What's up? What are you working on? How long have you been writing? Tell us everything! Well, tell us enough 😅 I'm excited to chat with you this month. Don't forget to tag #SumLuv

Romance Writers Summer of Love #SumLuv @EllieYellu Day 1 Introductions: Welcome! Introduce yourself!

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