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Short Story
-Under 500 Words is described as flash fiction. It’s one scene
-Between 1,000 and 8,000 Words is a short story
-Between 5,000 and 10,000 Words is as long as a short story should ever be
Novella
-A story between 10,000 and 40,000 Words
Novel
-Anything over 40,000 Words is considered a novel, but 50,000 should be the minimum amount of words you should have (If you’re trying to get published)
-Most novels are between 60,000 and 100,000 Words
-Publishers generally don’t like more than 110,000 words, unless you’re already established
Adult fiction
-Between 80,000 and 100,000 Words
Science and Fantasy
-Generally Between 90,000 and 120,000. Not abnormal to reach the 150,000 range. (It takes time to build a whole new world)
Romance Novels
-Between 50,000 and 100,000
Crime, Mysteries and Thrillers
-Between 70,000 and 90,000
Young Adult
-Between 50,000 and 80,000
Children’s Novel
-Between 25,000 to 50,000
Things I have learned by joining the local Methodist Church’s coffee & knitting circle (where I am the only person under 60 years old):
How to double knit very, very quickly
Mrs. Jonson on the third pew won’t mind her own business, bless her heart. And she buys her pies pre-made for all the church functions.
Ways that women cheated the system in 1950s Texas to get into college and start careers. Including a memorable “He told me I wouldn’t last a week, but then 6 years later, I had to let him go because his production was way down.” *drinks sip of coffee*
We Might Be Conservative But Gosh Darn That Trump Bless His Heart He Doesn’t Know Anything About God Or Texas
And On That Note, God And Texas Are The Only Good Things Left In The World. Erin Write That Down.
How to rescue a dropped stitch and make it look like it never happened
Public schools and inclusive, desegregated education will single-handedly save the world
Sharing recipes is a sacred bonding and community-building tradition that rivals the greatest political negotiations and land deals in history
“It’s better that you prefer girls honey, the Boyfriend Curse doesn’t apply to your girlfriend and a lovin’ god’ll keep on a-lovin. You better make that girl a sweater.’”
(Boyfriend Curse = knit a sweater for a boy and he’ll leave you when you finish it)
Mrs. Barbara’s husband cheated in ‘76, resulting in a divorce. She thought it was the end of the world because her youth had already passed, but now she’s an engineer and married to a kind, good man who she met when she went back to college in ‘79.
“The only things you can trust in are God, your good sense, and the wisdom of those older women you grew up admiring. The rest is crap.”
Night of the Living Dead (1990) dir. Tom Savini
all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.
i need people to understand that when a person with a chronic illness talks about the fatigue that comes with it, we're not talking about the tiredness that comes from a 10 hour shift at work, we're talking about the inherent exhausting heavy malaise that hangs on your entire body like a weighted blanket from the time you wake up in the morning and doesn't get any lighter as the day goes on.
fatigue doesn't come from exertion. it's just innate- and when it does come from exertion, it's been worse than the innate fatigue that was already there in the first place, and it adds on top of it, not replaces it.
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
I am getting myself those “big-ass” headphones today and I am so excited I can’t stop happy flapping because I finally will be able to attend class regularly with them on! EEEEEEk- I even am going to put ocean themed stickers on them since that’s my huge special interest right now SPECIFICALLY BALEEN WHALES OMG IM SO EXCITED
don’t be embarrassed or afraid to make life easier for yourself :
- cut your hair if the texture sets you off or if it’s too much to take care of
- get that shower chair or that wheelchair or some big-ass headphones
- don’t shower every day
- order takeout if your too tired to make food yourself
- take yourself out of situations if they’re overwhelming
- do online school instead of in person
to take allistics’ words “this is your life, do what you want with no apologies”
September 26th is National Family Day!
chest over knees gotta be the best position to stop the cramps
I go by Bisho. I'm chronically ill, Autistic, and Physically Disabled. I love Horror Games and Kirby so much. I suck at social interactions online and in person.
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