Postcards from the Void

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Salutations! It’s been enough time with enough new things, new people, and new projects that it feels like a re-introduction is in order.

So hello.

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Call me Tana. Your resident bogwitch. I write books of the fantasy flavor, compose music for film and for myself, and occasionally pretend I’m a digital artist. In short, an insufferable creative, at your service. Gender is made up and the points don’t matter, so she/they/any which way.

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We’re not gonna talk about the many wip ideas that consistently kick down my door with their no-plot-just-vibes bullshit. I’ve a catalogue of those somewhere, as a way to keep them in cages until I’m good and ready for them. They are unruly, and they bite.

As for my main projects that you’ll see me post about:

Broken Sky: [Adult Fantasy, dramedy]

When the A’ Shae Light is slain, and Stars no longer glow, so then the Sky will open wide and swallow those Below.

The sky has cracked, a war’s been fought, a prophecy found, and Lonan Fiddershin is about to unveil a conspiracy sixteen years in the making. One that points an ugly finger at his own king. His discovery takes a turn when he finds a strange glowing object on his bed - a lost A’ Shae artifact - alongside a note warning him to keep it hidden. Soon after, Lonan comes face to face with an assassin and a legion of royal guards. Killers sent by the king in hopes of silencing the history Lonan means to unearth.

Upon a narrow escape, he teams up with a pair of unlikely, inter-rivaling allies: a fiery berserker with something to hide, and a stoic priestess hungry for vengeance. But each night there are fewer stars than before; the sky wound cuts deeper, and their time is running out. Lonan must use the artifact to find the last A’ Shae, to help recover the magic that was stolen from them, and somehow convince a band of people who would rather watch the world burn to save it.

[Broken Sky is a mix of camp, slapstick humor, and earnest grief. Adventurous and unapologetically queer. You can find the intro post to it here.]

The Last Lambs (TLL): [Adult Fantasy]

In a post-post-apocalyptic world, disgraced Finder Searu-Fal Evima takes on what she believes to be a simple kidnapping case. All across the Fold, children have been disappearing, and grisly murders are on the rise. Her own case is not all it appears to be, and soon Searu finds herself chasing down a notorious killer with a horrible secret.

But there are whispers…of rival cities set to war, of mythic cults, and an ancient power that shouldn’t exist. To learn the truth, and live to tell it, Searu must fight her way through a tangled web of rumors, spies, and two-faced allies. Only then can she decide which truths are worth living…and dying for.

[TLL is a standalone epistolary that flirts with mystery, neo-noir, and the werewolf mythos, while keeping rooted in a dark fantasy world that’s not so different from our own. Features a queer, disabled protagonist.]

Evil Forest wip: [Adult Fantasy, mild horror]

This yet untitled wip is a haunting story about a sentient island forest that seeks revenge upon the strangers who arrive on its shores. Think “fucked up fern gully” vibes. Plotted out but needing more time to cook. You’ll see me tag evil forest inspo for this from time to time. Hopefully an intro post (*coughs* and a manuscript) coming soon.

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I’m not going to give an exhaustive guide, because I am unhinged and it wouldn’t do you any good. But here are some highlights:

  • postcard from the void: these are usually personal posts and updates. I am a ND chronic illness warrior. It’s rough out there and sometimes you need a place to yell about it.
  • fellow writers: for whenever I reblog my talented writing compadres on this, our very own hellsite. You should follow them, too. They’re the bee’s knees.
  • happy brain chemicals: what it sounds like, a tag for those happy things that give me the good stuff.
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If you’re feeling business-casual, my author website is here. I occasionally take on developmental/copyediting jobs, ranging from music journalistic non-fiction to YA to fantasy. I’m rather picky about the non-fiction I take on, but if you are looking for fiction/fantasy editing, feel free to inquire.

I very rarely take on art commissions, but if you have a mighty need, drop me a line.

A final note: I am a certified heathen, and while I don’t post about it much, you may see some pagan-y goodness from time to time. While I honor and commune with my ancestral Nordic roots, I spurn the use of its symbols to promote agendas of violence and hate. This is a safe place for everyone but bigots. I love trolls in my storybooks, not my life; please shadowbox somewhere else.

Be well. Be good to one another. Go make some art.

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anistarrose

Disability is not a punishment, but I think the world would be genuinely improved if every person involved in writing or regulating ingredient labels was mysteriously inflicted with at least one food allergy falling under each of the following categories: "natural flavors," "modified food starch," "artificial flavors," "spices," and "color." Down with ingredient labels so vague that they defeat the entire fucking point.

anistarrose

If you don't have food allergies or other dietary restrictions, imagine you noticed that everything you buy at the grocery store had added "glunk" to its ingredient label, so you looked up what "glunk" was, and the first result was like: "Regulating agencies allow various food additives to be labeled as 'glunk.' The two most common types of glunk are delicious nutritious dietary fiber, and plutoniium-238."

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octoswan

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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fluorescentbrains

seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors

insomniac-arrest

I work at a bookstore and hearing one of my male coworkers call smutty romantasy "the downfall of society" because it's "literally just porn" radicalized me

Men have an entire industry. Entire industries dedicated to their sexualities. Let women have fantasy sex. there's not even a camera crew involved.

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Left this in the notes

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insomniac-arrest

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😂

goodattellinglies

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britcision

Also listen. Listen.

There aren’t any camera crews involved yet

There are porn parodies of all kinds of movies and dammit the smutty booktok deserves their own, if only to see what the porn parody of a lovely filthy romantasy actually looks like

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darklight-owl

Uh oh! You are now a were-animal! This means you become a human-sized animal hybrid with uncontrollable bloodlust every night!

Spin this wheel to get your species

How screwed are your loved ones

Not at all! Anyone can fight back against me.

They should be fine with a bit of prep.

Nothing will happen as long as I lock myself in my room.

I'm pretry sure this animal can break down my door, this doesn't look good...

No chance of survival whatsoever.

I'm were-bald (see results)

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kaijutegu

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gonna be honest with you, a good chunk of my loved ones are geckos

were-antelope under thr sinister light of a full moon i transform to bounce across the glen and chew on grass