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Aghhhh, I love that scene, girl! It’s so inserting thinking about these two different perspectives. 😭
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
Ooooohhh me too!!! 🥰 It’s really good!! Poor Lesli… 😭
“Don’t name him! He has a limited lifespan!”
XD 🤣🤣😂
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I love that scene! Poor Lesli! And Tauren is such a good friend 💕💕
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You guys are so nice! Thanks for all your kind comments!
I will try to remember to tag you if I post more Acancello! 🙂
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Just wanted to share my first character board of my main character- Shauna Sarah Smith. It might be a little bit to busy, but this is my first one and I will definitely be making more!
"Would you kindly...?"
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I love it all you guys!!! 😊 You’re all such great writers!!
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Hm… Well in my opinion, making it historical fiction would take a lot more work since on top of the research you have to do for the MC’s cancer or disease, you’d have to research that time period and their medical practices/what they knew about her cancer.
If I were you, I’d stick with contemporary.
But, I’m not you. XD
But… you could do historical fiction that’s a little more modern… 😏
I recently finished reading a retelling of Pride and Prejudice called Pudge and Prejudice by A. K. Pittman set in the 80s. (It was really good.) The 80s is like my favorite decade ever XD. So I loved reading it.
So you could totally go for something like that by setting it in a time period where your research could be talking to your parents, aunts, uncles, or grandparents. Because they have lived through that decade.
Just an idea though.
If you want to make it historical fiction and farther back in time, then go for it! I think it’d be awesome! Both contemporary or his-fic could work for your story, I think.
My favorite contemporary fiction that I have ever read (tbh I haven’t read much) is the Christy Miller series by Robin Jones Gunn. She wrote it in the 80s/90s. But it still totally counts. There just isn’t texting, that’s all. XD She is an incredible writer. Her character interactions and internal dialogue is spot on and so natural. Plus, her description is super vivid. So if you want to keep in contemporary, read in that genre to get a feel for how things work.
I don’t know if any of that helped at all or if it was just me ranting. XD Anyway, good luck!! ❤️
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Hey!! I’m glad you’re back! 😉
Yeah… not a huge fan of research, so at this point I’m thinking I’ll probably stick with contemporary, and just outline reallyyy well so that it doesn’t drag, or place it in some vague historical setting and do the same.
I think the historical aspect adds to the plot since I feel like it’d be more likely for someone to be in her situation… if that makes sense, since treatment and stuff was less advanced back then. And then I don’t have to worry about keeping details right for treatments, because… lol I have zero experience with this stuff. So that’s an idea.
That’s true! That would be easier, I’ll definitely consider that! Again I’m not sure if it would really work for what I was thinking with less advanced treatment and stuff… but maybe? Tbh, I’m probably overthinking it xD
Ooohh she sounds like a good author! Maybe I’ll have to check those out for “research” xD
Yeah, I really appreciate it! Haha I rant a ton, so I totally get it! Thanks for your help!! ❤️❤️
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@mineralizedwritings aww, I love it!!! 💖💖💖
Poor Les 😭😭💖
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@acancello love the board! 😘
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I wrote a scene!!!!!
Poor Himmler, the baby 😭
TW: SLAP(S), ARGUING, LIGHT BLOOD, MENTIONED DEATH
“It’s a much later lunch than we normally have, but at least Frau Adelmann was able to keep the food warm.”
Frida nodded in agreement with her husband. “Precisely. We can’t help it if one of the people here was late for lunch.”
Himmler forked another bite of meat into his mouth, ignoring his sister-in-law’s scrutinizing gaze.
She didn’t bother him…not one bit.
“I don’t see why any of you waste time going to church. What is so important that you waste several hours of your Sunday morning?” Hans muttered, taking a sip of alcohol from his glass cup.
“It’s the right thing to do, Hans…it’s acceptable.” Felix replied simply, cutting up the meat on his plate.
Hans scoffed. “Now you sound like Father used to. You talk just like-“
Felix’s glare shut Hans’ mouth, but Himmler knew his middle brother wanted to say a whole lot more.
“Maybe we should hold this conversation at a later time, hmm?” Frida hummed.
“Yes. There are little ears at the table.” Eleanor agreed, nodding towards Camille and Edy, who sat near the end of the long table, close to Leo and his brothers.
Himmler nodded, forking a few potatoes. “I believe Eleanor and Frida are right…this conversation can be held at a later time. It’s not a conversation to be held where small ears can hear.”
Felix nodded. “Exactly. Nor is it a conversation that needs to be held in the first place.”
Hans shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. “I suppose.”
But he didn’t seem happy about it…not in the least.
“Himmler, when do you think you’ll start looking for a wife?”
He almost choked on the potatoes in his mouth the second he heard Frida’s question.
Himmler swallowed the potatoes, coughed, and took a sip of his water. “Excuse me?”
“You want a mother for Camille and Edy, don’t you? It would be good for them to have a mother to look up to.”
“Lise was their mother, Frida…and no one else can fill that role…nobody. I’ll never love another woman the way I loved Lise.”
“Himmler, you’re being very…stubborn.” Felix mused.
“I lost my wife, Felix. I will never love a woman the same way I loved her…I already said that. I won’t remarry…I refuse.”
“Himmler, there’s no need to be-“
“Can we drop this conversation, Frida?” Himmler snapped.
Felix set down his fork and knife. “Himmler…your girls need a woman to look up to.”
“I can never replace Lise, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand…your first wife didn’t die, you just divorced her because she was Jewish. So much for promising to love her the rest of your life.”
“Himmler!” Eleanor gasped.
Felix’s face reddened. “You leave that out of this…”
Frida’s eyes narrowed. “Himmler, what an awful thing to say…you know the real reason why Felix divorced her.”
Himmler nodded. “She was Jewish…that’s why. Felix only gave lies for why he divorced her so more people would feel pity for him.”
“Himmler, drop this conversation this instant.”
“Don’t bother me about getting a new wife, Felix…and I will. But none of it changes the fact that you broke your vows with Adinah.”
“Himmler…you don’t know what you’re doing.” Frida muttered.
“I don’t? Felix broke his promises to a woman simply because he no longer wanted her…all because she was a Jew…that’s not loving at all.”
“Himmler…” Felix snarled; a note of a threat gave a lilt to his voice.
“Daddy, what’s happening?” Edy asked, confusion in her young voice.
Himmler couldn’t muster the strength to look at his daughters.
“Camille, Edy, are you done with your food? Yeah? Alright…come on…let’s go play with something.” Wolfgang said quietly, leading Himmler’s girls out of the room by the hand.
“A wife would be good for you…it would also help get whatever idiotic notions Lise gave the girls out of their heads.” Hans noted, adding his own opinion to the mix.
“None of you understand.”
“My first husband died, Himmler…do I not understand either?” Frida challenged, eyes still narrowed.
“…Loving people doesn’t seem to come naturally to you, so no.”
“Himmler!” Felix yelled. “That is enough…drop this…this instant.”
“Felix…did you ever love Adinah?”
“Himmler, drop it…or else. Adinah was a Jew…and nothing more than that.”
“Then I suppose that’s all your sons are too, Felix…aren’t they? That’s why you and Frida abuse them so much.”
Hans rolled his eyes. “Children must be disciplined, Himmler.”
“There’s a difference between discipline and abuse, Hans…a huge difference…but apparently none of you can tell the difference.”
Felix stood. “Himmler, knock it off…right now. Something may happen if you do not drop this conversation this minute.”
“You broke your promises and lied about your own wife, Felix. Hans is right…you do sound just like Father…but what Hans didn’t say is that you’re even worse than he was.”
Felix came around the table, coming towards him, and Himmler stood, prepared for whatever was coming his way…no matter what it was.
“Don’t compare me to that man.”
“You became exactly who you most feared becoming, Felix…because you never made the choice to be different…” Himmler glanced over at Hans, “…neither one of you did.”
Hans’ eyes narrowed, but he didn’t move.
Felix stepped closer to Himmler, and Himmler turned to face him. Felix glared at him. “Never compare me to him…ever again.”
“You once hated him, Felix…but you ended up just like him. You became exactly like what you hated and feared most…our father. You’re just like him, Felix…even though you don’t realize it. You could be different…but you have to make that choice…no one can make it for you. Do you want to continue to be just like him?”
Felix’s hand came, hard and swift, and the sudden force knocked Himmler to the floor.
Himmler’s head throbbed and the world spun around him for minutes.
Felix stood over him, fists clenched, a vein in his forehead slightly pulsing. “Never…never compare me to that evil man. You don’t understand, Himmler…you don’t. You never will.”
Even though his head continued to throb, Himmler spoke. “…You don’t have to be like him…neither one of you do…but you’ve chosen to be…even though you didn’t have to end up like him…you could break the generational curse, Felix…you could.”
“I’m not like him.”
“You are…you’re just afraid to admit it.”
Felix slapped him again, his wedding ring cutting into Himmler’s skin. Blood fell.
“Get out, Himmler. Grab your girls and leave…and don’t come back for several weeks.”
Memories of his father flooded Himmler’s head….danced before his eyes…but he shoved them back, unable to deal with them…especially now.
Himmler wiped his cheek. His fingers became sticky with fresh blood. “I’ll go.”
“It would be best.” Frida mused, coming to stand beside her husband, laying her hands on his left arm.
“Reuben, go get Wolfgang and the girls…tell them Himmler is leaving.”
Reuben nodded and stood, leaving to do as his father ordered.
Himmler slowly rose to his feet.
He loved his brothers…but he hated who they had become.
He just wished that things could be as they once were.
He just wished that brothers could be…brothers again.
But maybe it was never meant to last.
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@smiley @hybridlore I posted a scene above 👆
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