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P.J. Loop
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A full-stack writer. Forget seven days, whoever heard of someone trying to create an entire world in only their spare time?

Actually, that might explain a few things...

#teowad #scifi #fantasy #chaostheory #humour #heart

https://teowad.co.uk
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P.J. Loop @pjloop.bsky.social · 29d
Also... In the meantime, here's another style of advert I've been working on to publicise the book —once it's fully available.

I think it has the right mix of silly-seriousness/small-to-grandness (or perhaps vice versa).

But I might also be off my rocker.

Let me know what you think.

#BookSky
pjloop.bsky.social
Why is so much writing advice geared towards singular books?

Almost seemingly intent on dissuading authors from series?

Advice like 'you must tie off everything', or 'don't tease a sequel' isn't useful when writing a series, imo.

Are series frowned on, or something?

#AmWriting
#WritingCommunity
November 20, 2025 at 9:51 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
The very first story involving Worth & Distance, which is what #teowad evolved from, was called 'Worth & Distance and the Sky Artefacts'. 😬

But that was from a long time ago, when parsnips were real parsnips, and the immortal phrase 'unexpected item in bagging area' had yet to be penned.
sagetgreene.bsky.social Sage T. Greene, Author @sagetgreene.bsky.social · 3d
#Novmemeber 19

Give us an alternate title to your WIP. Another title you considered, your working title, or a joke title.

Potential examples:
Of Mice and Men was originally Something That Happened
The Da Vinci Code might've been ScavengerHuntWIP
Frankenstein could be How to Make a Guy in 10 Days
19. An alternate title for your WIP A prompt game for the month of November, titled #Novmemeber (as in meme). Hosted by @sagetgreene.bsky.social . The bottom says "Have fun, interact, and remember alt text!" There is a silly emoji face with wild eyes and tongue sticking out, and some fall-style leaves in the corners.
November 20, 2025 at 12:59 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
I said to myself once I got to 200 followers I'd post another short as a mini celebration. These 'ads' have been created & stored waiting for when I finally 'go live' with #teowad.

Not quite there yet, but not far.

Thank you to everyone real for following me.

#WritingCommunity
#AmWriting
#BookSky
November 19, 2025 at 9:41 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
I don't have this one, but like others, I'll go for 'backwards', which works even if accused of getting the wrong end of the stick..

-- 8< --

It sounded like the noise someone makes when they accidentally trip backwards through an open window.

-- 8< --

#WIPSnips
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The text reads: The men jumped and looked up at the device. ⏎ "Oh, blasted thing!" The mayor exclaimed. "What in the __shadow__ of A'arana…?!" But this time it was the mayor's turn to be interrupted. The PhysiScan started whooping its alarm, flashing its light, and then promptly fell off the wall. It landed right between the two men with a __CRASH__, it spluttered and caught fire in the most pathetic way imaginable. The guard jumped into action, stamping out the flame, his eyes wild. The mayor just stood there, still mid-sentence, still uncertain what should happen next. And then… there were a few other heavy beats, those that could have almost been mistaken for footfalls. They started nearby and ended with a slight __thunk__ over by the window. Both men were too shocked by the PhysiScan's behaviour to have properly noticed. The guard thought he had heard something, however. Like the start of a woman's voice. It sounded like the noise someone makes when they accidentally trip backwards through an open window. He shook his head; the day was truly getting to him, →it was starting to make his brain hurt. P.S. The hidden comment is not linked to this section (but I could not get the floaty bubble to sit somewhere else). For the record, I do not find most parties like tripping backwards out a window. Although, I did go forwards out of a window once, whilst at one.
November 18, 2025 at 2:08 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
-- 8< --
Plarry: to plan excessively due to over worrying about everything.

Those who plarry frequently—like Victoria herself—are very rarely caught out when they need something. But, they will be the first to admit they /spend/ a heck of a lot of effort getting ready.
-- 8< --

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The footnote text (that contains 'spend') reads: Translation Note: Ms. Victoria Distance herself would be truly shocked to learn we also had no word to use here, until now. This, thankfully, is a somewhat simpler concept than Flaffed. Plarry: to plan excessively due to over worrying about everything. Those who plarry frequently —like Victoria herself— are very rarely caught out when they need something. But… they will be the first to admit they spend a heck of a lot of effort getting ready. The text that's nearby (and I admit doesn't use the footnote) reads: Okay, LightCharm, activated. She checked off her mental list. Everything she could see was cast into a darkened light by the charm, like the last rays of evening. But neither the time nor the true brightness had actually changed. She was just seeing less of it. Most of the light was being twisted around her body by Resonance interference, including the light that would normally reach her eyes. Turning around, she peered up along the wall, up into the now darkly tinted yet still distinctly beautiful blue sky. *Do people tend to break the law when it's solarbright outside, or do they save it up for rainy days?* She pondered. Her thoughts were now firing randomly, in an attempt to distract her mind. To misdirect it from the fact that rules were usually things she believed in, and the further she went, the more of them she was breaking. But something in her head had tripped. She had reached the point where she did *not* care. She had been accused before, which had put her into a spiral. It wasn't going to happen again. The Hidden comment caught in the screenshot reads: Hidden Comment: In case you forget, this scene was added as another way that senses can be confused. We start the book describing a scene which cannot be seen. And here we have a character that can't be seen either. Each time, we use sounds to explain what is going on.
November 17, 2025 at 11:30 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
I love seeing how determined my characters are, and I'm certain they'd hate discovering my series plotting board, showing all the planning deeply testing that quality.

I know how I'd feel finding my future set in stone. Esp. if I were Ms. Distance or Maki..

So, my answer is 'writing their futures'
isaacxisaac.bsky.social Isaac X Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · 5d
Today's random #Lovember #WritingPrompt for the #WriteSky #WritingCommunity:

What's something you LOVE doing to your character(s) that they hate? 😈
November 17, 2025 at 7:34 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
A major part of Episode Four has finally clicked into place!

Amazing how stories do that.

Almost lyrical...

EP1 = Essentially done (giving it space)
EP2 = Currently at 100,000 (but needs work)
EP3 = 100% plotted (50,000 words)
EP4 = 80% plotted (10,000 words)

#teowad
#amwriting
#writingcommunity
These tiny squares of 'digital paper' represent a number of years of planning and plotting, then re-plotting and some de-plotting, world building ideas and story arcs —all distilled down to shouty 'post-it' notes! The image shows a number of blurred little squares of colour on a white background. They cover all the waypoints across EP1 to EP3. EP4 is not there because Miro started glitching too much, and so is off on its own island. Miro definitely used to be faster... but then, so did we all.
November 17, 2025 at 7:00 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
Really find #writing quite confusing.

Often I can fly along, typing page after page without tiring. And other times it's like every line is a battle.

The former tends to be when dealing with 1 or 2 characters. But.. put me in a room full of personalities and I grind to a sloth's morning routine. 🦥
November 16, 2025 at 3:51 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
Btw. a post here has just reminded me of a point I'd like to make for dramatic effect —I already know why, but it still irks me.

#scrivener why, oh why, do you store all your documents as RTF??!

It is the weirdest format ever devised, so complex and brittle. It is better than binary blobs however.
November 15, 2025 at 9:10 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
Can I just say that there are some trying horrific words out there, I truly dismay at them:

fuelling

☝ is a word that's just trying to catch people out (especially if you find character ordering problematic), plus it sounds terrible, and it has very few synonyms.

That's it, thank you.

#amwriting
November 15, 2025 at 8:27 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
You know those days where everything goes a bit odd, well that's been my Friday. And when that happens I like to write something ridiculous and nothing to do with my usual projects.

Don't ask me why,
I'm the last person who would know that answer.

#amwriting
#writingcommunity
#writesky
#badday
The text reads: Sycamore watched the world turn, and realised it was off-kilter. Trying to see the problem was difficult. There were too many layers of complexity, now. A shift of perspective brought the globe closer. So near that the little threads of fire came into focus. The connections between. Picking up a twiddlestick the builder frustrated the interleaves, probing against the layers, causing more sparks to fly, to coalesce. With each move the space around got darker. Still the turning wasn't right, the world's spin was losing time. Sycamore sighed. Today was not a good day. Then, out the corner of a look the builder spotted something lost. It was a gap, a hole, a space that should not have been. Not with the way things were made. Not these days. Could that be it? How could the simple application of nothing cause such a leak? Sycamore put down the tool with haste and clutched at another, a tendle. It spun around like a flasewarp. Bringing it to the place, the mysterious missing bit. The builder held more than breathing. No thoughts, no plans, no regrets, Sycamore pressed forth. The space filled with meaning, rounding out its swathes. Little trickles of noise escaped as it resounded, reshaped and recovered. A deep breath out. It was good again. Time spiralling correctly. Sycamore leant back to admire the fix, the handiwork… and slipped off the chair. trrrp—a-CRASH! "WHAT IS THAT NOISE?!" Came the voice from upstairs. "SYCAMORE?? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE LOCKING UP! YOU BETTER NOT BE MESSING WITH MY MERCHANDISE?" "It's okay!" Called Sycamore, grinning from the angled floor. "I fixed it." The further words whispered. The builder felt warm and happy.
November 14, 2025 at 8:26 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
Distance loves a thing called a Lateral Cake, which takes absolutely ages to make and only five minutes to eat.. This annoys her sensibilities, but one of the reasons she needs to take a break and enjoy a dessert as artfully constructed as a cathedral —once in a while— is to escape her overthinking.
isaacxisaac.bsky.social Isaac X Isaac @isaacxisaac.bsky.social · 12d
Today's random #Lovember #WritingPrompt for the #WriteSky #WritingCommunity:

Is there something your character (main or otherwise) deeply loves that isn't a person, animal, or other creature? A food, an object, a concept? 🤔
November 11, 2025 at 9:21 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
No, but I have fears I won't be able to come up with enough unique and believable characters, or interesting locations, to fulfil the ideas I have. But then I manage to take a good break from my day job, or travel, and I find the elements I need.

I'd say I worry more about expiring mid series.
susansavagelee.bsky.social Susan Savage Lee @susansavagelee.bsky.social · 12d
Writers, do you ever fear running out of story ideas? This is one fear I don’t have #writingq #WritingCommunity
November 11, 2025 at 7:45 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
Officially surpassed 94,000 words on #teowad Episode 2. But I don't want to think —yet— about how much I need to go back over things.

EP1 sits at 117,000 words and is "done". I may be able to tighten it some more, but I don't see it going lower than 115,000. I'm giving it some space for now though.
November 9, 2025 at 7:31 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
Finally!

Everything that was a complete mess (in terms of metadata) has been tidied up in #teowad Episode One.

Even the trash and notes have been emptied. 😮

Fear not ... Anything of use has been moved to a wiki. 😌

Now I need to do the same for EP2.

(and no, I'm not procrastinating!)

#amwriting
A screenshot of my Scrivener project for TEOWAD:EP1 that has never looked so clean. This is probably the tidiest and final-est it will ever be. Now I just need to go through and make sure the formatting is all good for the paperback and ebook layouts after compilation. *grimace*.... looove doing that bit, it's not painstaking at all.
November 9, 2025 at 5:52 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
Anyone else like to check #AI for writing, just to make yourself feel better about your own ability?

I mean, AI written fiction is *truly terrible*.

Laughably so...

It's like a speechwriter trying to sing a song using only the soaring chords, with pacing learned from youtube comments.

#amwriting
November 9, 2025 at 9:48 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
Oh, I absolutely 'love and hate' this.

In Onaian that would be 'amodi'...

I am supposed to be doing other things.

But when music directly aligns to my writing it's very hard to stop, at all ...

The track: ghost - I SEE COLORS

You are going to get me in trouble.

#teowad:ep2
#amwriting
#writesky
November 8, 2025 at 1:30 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
I wonder if #WIPSnips has ever done the word 'that' just to open the eyes of many writers, like myself, how easy it is to end up with a page full of them?

Was a total eye opener for me when I was shown, err..., the behaviour of which I'm describing.

Avoiding it then goes the other way.

#amwriting
An image that shows the word 'that' enlarged so much that it becomes that which you cannot miss. That is, unless you cannot see that image. In which case, I've attempted to recreate that effect here, that then —of course— must occur only using that which can be read out loud. Hopefully that explains that.
November 8, 2025 at 10:43 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
This paragraph is old.

-- 8< --
All fidgeting here and there. Packed together in their neat formations. Each bundle of energy happily humming away its own existence. Oblivious to anything beyond its discreet /little/ universe.
-- 8< --

#teowad
#amwriting
#WriteSky
#WritingCommunity
#WritingPrompts
The text reads: It was impossible to see anything in the darkness. As absolute as it was. No shapes to recognise. No detail to notice. And definitely no colour or depth to speak of. But despite the lack of anything visual, there was still an overpowering sense —an unnerving feeling— of being trapped. Wherever or whatever this place was, it was boxed in. The air was warm and stale, with a taste verging on the metallic. Which, for some unknown reason, was infused with the light scent of lemon. The room —if a simple, dark space can be called as such— had the inexplicable, but nevertheless unmistakable presence, of __contents__. Although, trying to describe contents that can be neither seen nor touched, is rather difficult. To put things in a clearer way, the room was obviously not empty. You see, the whole place was alive with the telltale buzz of matter. Multitudes upon millitudes of buzzing particles. All fidgeting here and there. Packed together in their neat formations. Each bundle of energy happily humming away its own existence. Oblivious to anything beyond its discreet little universe. And that is probably how everything would have remained. Had it not been for the arrival of __The Noise__… It burst in on the silent black like an unexpected tax bill. Its high-pitched whistle wavered in a way easily resembling a boiling kettle being forcibly reversed through time. Sound waves resounded off unseen walls and surfaces, echoing back and forth. Intermingling with the other inaudible sounds already lying around in the dark. Then, just as quickly as it had started, it stopped... with a loud pop. Suddenly, all was changed in the darkness.
November 8, 2025 at 10:22 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
Finally done the impossible.

Got Detective Inspector Webb into a short last night. Her character is a tricky one to deal with because she's abrasive & odd upfront, but interesting once you get to know her.

She's a balance.

{ SOUND ON }

(the audio is temporary prior to voice artistry)

#amediting
November 5, 2025 at 12:25 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
You know that feeling where you set up a fiverr brief & post it, because you really need to get moving on some things, even though you know it's just before some of your busiest days of the month. But you think, it's ok, only a few people will respond.. And then you find out your bike's been stolen.
October 30, 2025 at 8:43 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
Jeesh. Doing all this stuff yourself isn't easy.

But then again.. I knew that when I decided to go the self-publishing route. Querying isn't easy either.

My head is so full of dealing with different things I'm starting to forget to how to be normal.

#teowad
#amwriting
#indieauthor
#selfpublishing
An over-amped promo image that shows off my book 'The End of Worth and Distance : Episode One'. You see the book on a boulder of some sort, pitched up against a view of a forest and the sunset/sunrise.
October 29, 2025 at 6:32 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
Agree. Might be showing my hand a bit, but I had to look argent up, and I know words like recalcitrant.
elvisdylan.bsky.social Elvis Dylan @elvisdylan.bsky.social · 24d
#vss365

For most people, the word #argent has no meaning. It triggers no image, no feeling, no nothing. Such words should not be prompts.
October 29, 2025 at 10:36 AM
pjloop.bsky.social
Oh my word. Good question. Yes! Any scenes involving the PoliceGuard where they have to operate like the PoliceGuard, until I've put in enough excuses for them to not be so rigid. Trying to make those scenes interesting (without explosions) was tricky —but they helped me grow as a writer, 1000%.
traceyleewrites.bsky.social Tracey Lee @traceyleewrites.bsky.social · 25d
📚 #WritingLifeMonthly October Day 28 📚

Is there a scene that you really struggled to write? Why?

#writingcommunity #BookSky #BookSky💙📚 #authorchat
October #writinglifemonthly Day 28 What's the most chellenging scen you had to write, and why? Build Community - Share. Like.Comment in Group. @traceyleewrites
October 28, 2025 at 3:48 PM
pjloop.bsky.social
Jumping Jigawatts! There's no 'costume' across all 3 books? Let's use dress instead.

-- 8< --
"Hey, oh come on!" She exclaimed. "Don't talk to me about professional, or should I mention the 'Red Dress Fiasco' once again??" She glared over her glasses.
-- 8< --

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The text reads: "Hey, oh __come__ on!" She exclaimed. "Don't talk to me about professional, or should I mention the 'Red Dress Fiasco' once again??" She glared over her glasses. "That was completely different!" He countered, "you know I didn't mean for you to wear it." "No, of course not. Give someone something nice to wear and they'll just leave it gathering dust!" She snapped, with an intensity in her eyes. "That's __not__ what I did, and you know it." He glowered back, shaking his head. "…__anyway__." He breathed the word long and drawn out, with overly theatrical arms, "we're tired. Let's get this meeting of egos underway, shall we?" Flipping open the FarTalk again, he rotated a few dials on the device —for a short while nothing happened— but then the familiar glow rose up from its page, and the __clink-clunking__ returned. The sound seemed to travel along every surface. It had the quality of a low tick from a grandfather clock, but only if with every tock, it changed its size, shape and position. The __clunking__ continued, for far longer than was customary. →Whoever was on the other end, wasn't picking up. ⏎ Worth shifted his weight and gave a sideways look at the woman, she shrugged back …and still the __clink-clunking__ continued. Dropping her shoulders, the woman sighed. And then, with the energy of someone who was __still__ having a long day, wandered over to the nearby bookcase. Which had, thankfully, long since regained its structural integrity.
October 28, 2025 at 12:08 PM