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A place to share and discuss writing

anky is a farcaster native writing game

the core practice of it is 8 minutes. you can do more, you can do less. but our recommendation if you want to derive as much benefit as possible from this transformative tool is that you commit to do it every day, and just do it. it truly helps. the more you put in, the more you get out

to play you just have to tag @anky on any cast and it will reply to you with a frame. that frame is the writing game. and you just play it by... writing. whatever you want. just do it. don't think about what will happen. just allow it to happen. take yourself out of the middle

that's the whole point of the game
Hey honey, how was your day at work?
Yeah, alright thanks. Created an autonomous AI owl assassin of third generation Italian heritage with a love for 70s funk music and expensive biscuits whose sole purpose is to hunt and kill a cute purple wolf, also invented, so he can sell his precious fur. How was your week? https://media.tenor.com/L4psUWBpGZAAAAAC/side-eye
your writing mentor awaits on your notifications tab
GM,

decided to write a little about a notion that's been in my mind for some time. In the words of Bruno Mars: Easy come, easy go.

https://paragraph.xyz/@cryptonao/effortless
This podcast episode is as advertised: Channels for distribution and ways to build an audience for your new book

YouTube: https://youtu.be/umJwn9ZzpQY
Join Heidi & I tomorrow on The Writer’s Block for Workshop 6

Last progress check-in of the year, we’ll be updating on our projects and want to hear about your work as well!

RSVP: https://twitter.com/mdf365/status/1867677920346640520
After a MERE six months of drafting and editing, here is an essay which I still don’t think if quite finished but in which I distill an enormous number of important ideas I’ve been converging on.
LINK: https://charliebecker.substack.com/p/courage-and-moonshots
A children's story I wrote for my son, but maybe your kids would like it too

https://paragraph.xyz/@briantoups/silas-starsail
A shorter newsletter for this week. Maps, Networked Sculptures, and Markets as Medium. Enjoy!

https://sceneswithsimon.com/p/maps-networked-sculptures-and-markets
if you consider yourself a writer, read this

(any human is a writer)
What's the most interesting way to publish fiction these days? 🤔 Is it still just magazines and paper books?

Any ideas?
where can we see nfts on degenchain?

i want to see this collection

you can be the next one on the frame of the reply of @anky to this cast

https://explorer.degen.tips/address/0xbc25ea092e9bed151fd1947ee1cf957cfdd580ef?tab=contract
do you have any idea what it feels like to be liberated with /words ?
Even in this moment where I am your entire world,
Even when you are the reason for my existence,
My heart trembles like a leaf in the shadows.
In the midst of perfection,
I see the specter of something that could destroy it.

Your love shines as brilliantly as the sun,
A light that paints the world with warmth,
And yet, I find myself seeking the cloud
That might devour this radiance.
Even in this warmth,
I feel a chilling wind, falling into turmoil.

As Dante, beneath the bright stars,
Was gripped by the fear of being lost,
I, too, stand at the peak of perfection,
Confronting an unshakable weight of anguish.

Even when all feels complete,
I step toward the endless depth,
Unsure of what lies at its end.
Will it be peace or an even greater void?
I do not know, yet the trembling persists.

Even amidst perfection, I feel the struggle,
And I question what lies beyond.
Perhaps, at the edge of light,
The waiting darkness is calling me still.
It’s wild how free I feel in my writing.

As if nothing is happening outside of it.
You gaze upon me, your eyes calm yet as deep as a tranquil lake.
I have long watched only you,
For your radiant form has been the compass of my soul.

Even now, I glance at you from time to time,
Finding in your steadfast beauty an unchanging truth.
Yet I recall, one by one, those others who shared your light,
Each precious in their own way,
And I cherish them anew, alongside you.

Through the passage of time, you have become ever more dear,
And in the depths of my heart, my reverence and love for you remain undiminished.
But lately, my thoughts wander toward a different path.
I ponder the essence of life and the shadow of death,
The journey through the forest of mortality,
Wandering the labyrinth of human finitude and eternity.

Is this all the will of heaven, or the fate we weave ourselves?
I ask, and ask again,
As I look upon you, and into myself,
Standing now at the threshold of a new road.
A Life of Essays: Technology, Life, and Family.
revisiting this feeling today in a very different light and sense.

https://paragraph.xyz/@lesgreys/the-compression-of-time
Audiobook listeners in Malaysia, Spain, Canada and the US over the last few weeks

Thanks for checking them out
Became enamored this week by the viral 2003 MGMT video. So I wrote about it for the newsletter. Enjoy!

The Creator’s Power of Warping Reality and the Audience’s Power of Accepting the Strange:

https://sceneswithsimon.com/p/the-creators-power-of-warping-reality
I’ve always thought of myself as sociable, though, deep down, I know I lean more towards being an introvert. I love the quiet comfort of home, yet stepping outside, meeting people, and watching the world go by—it fills me with joy. Still, I can’t shake the unease that comes with imagining myself in a new city. Can I adapt? Can I make friends and find my place there?

For so long, I’ve tried to be good at everything, to be someone who’s loved by everyone I meet. I’ve polished my smile, worked hard to appear bright and cheerful, even when it felt like a heavy mask. And now, at this moment, I feel the weight of it all. The constant effort, the unrelenting pace—it’s left me feeling completely drained, as if I’ve been running on empty for far too long.
The fun part of writing on the internet is that you just never know.

Sometimes you might produce a work that you think is at the staggering genius level. And then no one reads it, or "likes" it.

Other times, you publish a quick work, one of those ideas that is only half cooked, and it takes off.