hello again, everyone! i’m august b., and i made this blog a few months ago, but i’m ready to introduce myself as a ~proper writeblr~ now and start posting more organized content about my projects! i use they/them, read an unholy amount of ya novels, and constantly have ink on my hands despite taking nowhere near the amounts of notes i should. i mostly write an unholy mix of horror, coming-of-age,love poetry, andliterary fiction, but different pieces of me basically want to write everything besides high fantasy.
status:drafting | genre: coming of age, horror | word count: 21k
formerly: guilt and gay in greece on trains. this is the project y’all will be hearing about ~the least~. i’m about a third of the way through my first draft of this at the moment, and it’s definitely the wip i’m most emotionally invested in. i won’t be posting about this because it’s important to me that very few parts of it see the light until i’m satisfied with it, and also i posted some character intros and stuff on my old blog, @noteaboy, so i’m bored of creating writeblr-type content for it. anyway, it’s gonna have to be enough for you guys to know it’s really brilliant and i’m having a lot of fun with it!
status:brainstorming | genre:coming of age, literary fiction, idk-what-to-call-it-but-it’s-a-sad-small-town-and-everyone’s- pretty-tired | word count: nothing so far babeyy
in a town where everyone is named after a bird, one child turns into a bird every generation. but why does this generation’s bird-child have to be crane, blue’s former best friend and, probably, the boy they’re still a little bit in love with? slow-paced and atmospheric, this story follows blue over the summer at the end of which crane will turn, surprisingly, into a crane. told through a series of vignettes, sketches, and mostly-short chapters from varying perspectives, this story walks the line between verse and prose, growing up, mourning, and staying in love.
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status:drafting | genre:coming of age, poetry | word count: 3k
70′s summer sapphics and swimming pools. formally called the best shade of pink is a light shade of red, this is a novella in verse. this story reads as if written by neave, a thirteen year old girl who is mostly would rather be on her own, outside of the company of her creative writing teacher, dr. azul. that is, until she meets julia. julia is frankly electric, a bit self-centered, a constant live wire, and beautiful. a story about david bowie, swimming pools, and trying to define yourself in a hard-to-get world.
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