geminitourist.base.eth (geminitourist)

Hoping everyone has a chill day today. 🎁 Until 12am pst today you can get the kindle version of my book on Amazon for free. https://a.co/d/9LdlOk8

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As Nanowrimo has come to a close, my final number was 36,886 words this year. Not 50,000, but not bad either. Hope everyone participating had fun. Next up: The rewrite. Hope you like my next publication. Will keep you updated on the progress. Will discount it when it launches. Could be a surprise before that too.

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Nanowrimo day 30 writing prompt: Cold Flames and Bad Choices Additional cue: The orange tongues of fire give off only a thin ribbon of warmth. The stones around the burner shine like wet obsidian, but the temperature keeps dropping.

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Here's my Poem pick for Thursday: Author's notes: I wrote this wanting the world to slow down — we keep doing our own things, doom-scrolling, no longer entertained, dulled, lost in the noise. Title: If we could stop... --------- Just give me a second... Tired of these connections always breaking Ridiculously running scared and ignoring Each suspect fleeing, never seeing Bunch of busy bees just revolting So tired of problems... Waking fear of media reporting Another senseless law, another shooting More control just isn't working Can't fix selfishness from growing Look into the mirror... Am I awake? or am I still dreaming? Instructed by these others into believing Deep meaning, no words are revealing Each day could be a new beginning If we could stop....

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Nanowrimo day 1 writing prompt: The Lamp that Remembers Additional cue: The wax floats and forms faces. Sometimes, the faces appear to smile back. Sometimes, they mouth your name.

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Probably a few close friends and family

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Nanowrimo day 2 writing prompt: The Silent Ridge Additional cue: Each morning, the valley wakes beneath its shroud of mist. A single axe falls in rhythm— each strike pushing the fog back toward the ridge where the chapel’s bell has slept for generations.

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