Asexual Awareness Week 2017

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Asexual Awareness Week runs from 22 October to 28 October this year.
Here are some useful links.

Asexual Awareness Week

Asexuality 101
What is Asexuality?
Asexuality: a brief introduction includes a link to a downloadable pdf
Am I Asexual? 10 Things You [probably] Don’t (But Should) Know About Asexuality, Because It’s Not All About Sex
How to Tell If You Are Asexual

Asexuality Is a Sexual Orientation, Not a Sexual Dysfunction
There’s Nothing Wrong With Being Asexual
Here are the 11 biggest asexual myths busted

Asexuality and Romantic Orientation for example someone can identify as a biromantic asexual
3 People Get Real About What It Means to Be Aromantic
Biromantic, Heteromantic, Homoromantic & Panromantic

10 Things You Should Never Say To Someone Who’s Asexual
8 Things You Should Never Say to an Asexual Person
Things you should never say to an asexual person
Sex is Not a Vitamin

Key points:
Asexuality is a spectrum
Asexuality is not celibacy
Asexuality is an orientation and not a disease
Asexuality does not predict romantic orientation

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Maybe You Don’t Need to Write Every Day

So many articles pile on the guilt if you don’t or can’t write for a day, a week, longer. But guilt doesn’t help and can in fact make things worse. This article is a much needed rebuttal to the “you must write every single day or you’re not a writer” mindset

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zAnnie_Scholl_Mug.jpgBy Annie L. Scholl

I’m not sure how I got the message that I had to write every day to be a “real” writer, but I’ll blame it on Julia Cameron and her book, The Artist’s Way. I read it when it came out in 1992. Cameron suggests a daily practice of “Morning Pages:” Three pages of longhand, stream-of-consciousness writing you do first thing in the morning.

To be fair, Cameron makes it clear that your Morning Pages don’t have to be “high art.” You can rant, write your shopping list over and over, whatever you want. She does insist, though, that you fill three pages—every day.

I did Morning Pages religiously—for about a week-and-a-half. Over the years, I’ve tried again and again. Although the daily practice of Morning Pages didn’t stick, the idea that I had to write every day to be successful did. After all, Ernest Hemingway…

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Micro Fic #2

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For the [livejournal.com profile] writerverse one sentence fic prompts.

Prompt:Pirates

“So you see,” he concluded, as the enemy ship sank beneath the waves, “the only difference between a pirate and a privateer is whose flag they fly under!”

Prompt: countdown

The days moved too slowly towards the start of her holiday, yet the hours rushed past as she worked on her dissertation.

Prompt: order

The first words to shatter the sudden silence were, “Now, I don’t want to shoot anyone else, so let’s be clear that, given the current circumstances, anything I tell you is not an advisory, it is an order!”

Prompt: casino

High or low, black or red, you win a little and lose a little, but it’s the house who always wins.

Prompt: role models

Another supposedly childfree character gets pregnant and she wonders, “Where are the women like me?”

Prose poem: Weathering the Storm

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Title: Weathering the Storm
Prompt: For the writerverse prompt ‘calm the storm’
Summary: Poem. He’s there through good and bad times
Warnings: Strong emotional themes, hinted depression/mental anguish

(This is a m/f piece but I see no reason the sentiment wouldn’t work just as well for a f/m, m/m, or f/f pairing.)

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Poem: Winter’s Kiss

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Title: Winter’s Kiss
Prompt: Winter
Type: Terza Rima
Warnings: a mild threat of sexual assault but in a non-explicit way often found in folk songs – and ultimately it is only a threat, for this is no ordinary woman; character death

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Snow was falling on the ground
Soft and white and cold
Winter’s chill was all around
Through the woods he strolled
He came upon a pale dame
Quite a beauty to behold
“Tell me love, what is thy name?”
“I’m Nieve,” she did reply
“Nieve, you are in my domain,
With you I will lie.”
Her eyes flashed an ice blue;
“Well, you can but try.”

His corpse was found and this is true
Frozen solid, through and through

Fiction: Bliss

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The water looked deep and inviting

She stripped off down to her bikini and edged forward. She dipped one toe into the lake and gave an involuntary shriek when the water was much colder than she had expected.

It would be all right once she was fully immersed, she told herself sternly. Gathering up her nerve, she stepped out into the lake, ignoring the chill that ran through her, biting her lip. When the water was just above her waist, she ducked down so her shoulders sank beneath the water. Her teeth were chattering but, finally, she began to acclimatise.

She took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the location and then began to swim with long, elegant strokes. She was utterly alone, and blissfully content.