Ben Jammin'
@bjlwrites.bsky.social
Benjamin. Writer, snarker, buttmonkey. It's always darkest before the dawn.
Above all things, humans are storytellers.
Above all things, humans are storytellers.
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Ben Jammin'
@bjlwrites.bsky.social
· Jan 25
My writing threads - stream-of-consciousness writing, excerpts from my projects, etc etc.
Its musical cry echoed through the night.
It wasn't melancholic or sad. But it was eternal, and spoke fondly of eons in the Forever.
Each shining light that comprised it sparkled as though every moment was its last.
It wasn't melancholic or sad. But it was eternal, and spoke fondly of eons in the Forever.
Each shining light that comprised it sparkled as though every moment was its last.
October 20, 2025 at 6:08 AM
Its musical cry echoed through the night.
It wasn't melancholic or sad. But it was eternal, and spoke fondly of eons in the Forever.
Each shining light that comprised it sparkled as though every moment was its last.
It wasn't melancholic or sad. But it was eternal, and spoke fondly of eons in the Forever.
Each shining light that comprised it sparkled as though every moment was its last.
I've started jotting down ideas for a potential future game story and I gotta say
I
am
COOKING
I
am
COOKING
September 25, 2025 at 10:51 PM
I've started jotting down ideas for a potential future game story and I gotta say
I
am
COOKING
I
am
COOKING
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‘Nickname’ is not ‘nick’ + ‘name.’
It was originally ‘ekename.’
‘Eke’ was the Middle English word for “also” or “in addition.”
Since ‘ekename’ began with a vowel, people used ‘an’ before it.
Over time, 'an ekename' became 'a nickname.'
It was originally ‘ekename.’
‘Eke’ was the Middle English word for “also” or “in addition.”
Since ‘ekename’ began with a vowel, people used ‘an’ before it.
Over time, 'an ekename' became 'a nickname.'
September 24, 2025 at 5:16 PM
‘Nickname’ is not ‘nick’ + ‘name.’
It was originally ‘ekename.’
‘Eke’ was the Middle English word for “also” or “in addition.”
Since ‘ekename’ began with a vowel, people used ‘an’ before it.
Over time, 'an ekename' became 'a nickname.'
It was originally ‘ekename.’
‘Eke’ was the Middle English word for “also” or “in addition.”
Since ‘ekename’ began with a vowel, people used ‘an’ before it.
Over time, 'an ekename' became 'a nickname.'
40 years from now, the word "MAGA" will be treated with the same scorn and derision as the word Nazi is today, and all the magas of today will pretend they always opposed it.
August 13, 2025 at 3:01 AM
40 years from now, the word "MAGA" will be treated with the same scorn and derision as the word Nazi is today, and all the magas of today will pretend they always opposed it.
I love when people who are "against" food assistance and universal health care argue with statements like "if you want to pay for someone else's bill, have them send it to you so you can pay it, I don't want to".
Without fail they are unilaterally fine with paying for corporate tax breaks.
Without fail they are unilaterally fine with paying for corporate tax breaks.
July 15, 2025 at 4:17 PM
I love when people who are "against" food assistance and universal health care argue with statements like "if you want to pay for someone else's bill, have them send it to you so you can pay it, I don't want to".
Without fail they are unilaterally fine with paying for corporate tax breaks.
Without fail they are unilaterally fine with paying for corporate tax breaks.
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This is a series of introductions for the characters in bloodmancer story. Figured I'd share my OCs.
This is a series of introductions for the characters in bloodmancer story. Figured I'd share my OCs.
Untitled document
The sound of drums coursed through the air. Aria Challand released her breath as the training dummy collapsed. That made twenty. Her hand ached from the strain; sound magic required a great deal of p...
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July 2, 2025 at 5:59 AM
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This is a series of introductions for the characters in bloodmancer story. Figured I'd share my OCs.
This is a series of introductions for the characters in bloodmancer story. Figured I'd share my OCs.
It spiraled in and out, undulating, like it was breathing. For all I knew, it was. I ran my hand over the console, still working up the courage. There was no guarantee I would be able to come home once I went through. Wormholes were funny like that.
June 18, 2025 at 9:50 AM
It spiraled in and out, undulating, like it was breathing. For all I knew, it was. I ran my hand over the console, still working up the courage. There was no guarantee I would be able to come home once I went through. Wormholes were funny like that.
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Any localised translation worth reading is crafted using cultural understanding and carefully honed skills that are inherently human in nature. AI cannot replicate this and any company hawking content that's been haphazardly tossed through AI doesn't deserve your support in any capacity.
May 29, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Any localised translation worth reading is crafted using cultural understanding and carefully honed skills that are inherently human in nature. AI cannot replicate this and any company hawking content that's been haphazardly tossed through AI doesn't deserve your support in any capacity.
The ground, littered with the remains of those I called friend, seemed almost to mock me as I made my way to the apex of the Tower. Ten thousand floors, but for the rage I felt none of them. Each step brought me closer. To the top. To her.
May 8, 2025 at 6:13 AM
The ground, littered with the remains of those I called friend, seemed almost to mock me as I made my way to the apex of the Tower. Ten thousand floors, but for the rage I felt none of them. Each step brought me closer. To the top. To her.
He was the sort of man you told your children about to make them behave. His countenance carried a weight that spoke of hands forever stained red. When he raised his hand, millions cowed.
May 1, 2025 at 6:45 AM
He was the sort of man you told your children about to make them behave. His countenance carried a weight that spoke of hands forever stained red. When he raised his hand, millions cowed.
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The frostiest of takes, I know, but your job having the potential to be fun doesn't mean you don't deserve a respectable wage for doing it.
Anyway, creatives are chronically underpaid next to their peers in basically every field and I just think that's garbage.
Undervaluing art is loser behavior.
Anyway, creatives are chronically underpaid next to their peers in basically every field and I just think that's garbage.
Undervaluing art is loser behavior.
April 21, 2025 at 9:50 PM
The frostiest of takes, I know, but your job having the potential to be fun doesn't mean you don't deserve a respectable wage for doing it.
Anyway, creatives are chronically underpaid next to their peers in basically every field and I just think that's garbage.
Undervaluing art is loser behavior.
Anyway, creatives are chronically underpaid next to their peers in basically every field and I just think that's garbage.
Undervaluing art is loser behavior.
Her helmet hit the ground with a soft thud. The people she'd sworn to protect were fleeing from her. Why? She held up the head in her hands. She did nothing wrong. She killed a villain. Then why...?
April 22, 2025 at 4:19 AM
Her helmet hit the ground with a soft thud. The people she'd sworn to protect were fleeing from her. Why? She held up the head in her hands. She did nothing wrong. She killed a villain. Then why...?
Chapter 16 of poison witch story is giving me Some Trouble. But I'm still trying.
April 18, 2025 at 4:16 AM
Chapter 16 of poison witch story is giving me Some Trouble. But I'm still trying.
that pace did not keep. chapter 16 is stalling me a bit. it's fine. it's fine
Wrote chapter 13 of Poison Witch story the other day.
Wrote chapter 14 today.
If I can keep up a pace like this, I should have the first draft finished in...maybe a couple of months?
Wrote chapter 14 today.
If I can keep up a pace like this, I should have the first draft finished in...maybe a couple of months?
April 14, 2025 at 1:18 AM
that pace did not keep. chapter 16 is stalling me a bit. it's fine. it's fine
Wouldn't you know it? I loved you.
April 8, 2025 at 7:11 AM
Wouldn't you know it? I loved you.
Event script notes for Poison Witch story.
Writing an SRPG script is a lot of work.
Writing an SRPG script is a lot of work.
March 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM
Event script notes for Poison Witch story.
Writing an SRPG script is a lot of work.
Writing an SRPG script is a lot of work.
Wrote chapter 13 of Poison Witch story the other day.
Wrote chapter 14 today.
If I can keep up a pace like this, I should have the first draft finished in...maybe a couple of months?
Wrote chapter 14 today.
If I can keep up a pace like this, I should have the first draft finished in...maybe a couple of months?
March 24, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Wrote chapter 13 of Poison Witch story the other day.
Wrote chapter 14 today.
If I can keep up a pace like this, I should have the first draft finished in...maybe a couple of months?
Wrote chapter 14 today.
If I can keep up a pace like this, I should have the first draft finished in...maybe a couple of months?
The wind swirled and whipped along the rocks of the Crags of Harah. Gloria, with some difficulty, tied her hair back as she walked.
She'd just escaped her tutors. Being raised to become High Priestess was exhausting at the best of times. She took her job seriously, but she was still twelve.
She'd just escaped her tutors. Being raised to become High Priestess was exhausting at the best of times. She took her job seriously, but she was still twelve.
March 20, 2025 at 6:39 AM
The wind swirled and whipped along the rocks of the Crags of Harah. Gloria, with some difficulty, tied her hair back as she walked.
She'd just escaped her tutors. Being raised to become High Priestess was exhausting at the best of times. She took her job seriously, but she was still twelve.
She'd just escaped her tutors. Being raised to become High Priestess was exhausting at the best of times. She took her job seriously, but she was still twelve.
I could start this with the weather. Dark and stormy night, rainbows and sun showers, or even a free and cloudless noon sky.
But none of that matters.
Nothing matters more than knowing.
I have to know. I have to know. I have to know.
But none of that matters.
Nothing matters more than knowing.
I have to know. I have to know. I have to know.
March 14, 2025 at 8:05 AM
I could start this with the weather. Dark and stormy night, rainbows and sun showers, or even a free and cloudless noon sky.
But none of that matters.
Nothing matters more than knowing.
I have to know. I have to know. I have to know.
But none of that matters.
Nothing matters more than knowing.
I have to know. I have to know. I have to know.
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Just a reminder for aspiring writers out there:
- it took me 10 years to find the right agent
- my first 4 books never got published (and one in the middle)
- my daily goal for writing is just 500 words
- it’s mostly luck & showing up
- spite is my main motivator
- I still have imposter syndrome
- it took me 10 years to find the right agent
- my first 4 books never got published (and one in the middle)
- my daily goal for writing is just 500 words
- it’s mostly luck & showing up
- spite is my main motivator
- I still have imposter syndrome
March 12, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Just a reminder for aspiring writers out there:
- it took me 10 years to find the right agent
- my first 4 books never got published (and one in the middle)
- my daily goal for writing is just 500 words
- it’s mostly luck & showing up
- spite is my main motivator
- I still have imposter syndrome
- it took me 10 years to find the right agent
- my first 4 books never got published (and one in the middle)
- my daily goal for writing is just 500 words
- it’s mostly luck & showing up
- spite is my main motivator
- I still have imposter syndrome
Dumped another 1200 words into my Poison Witch project. Wrote a future scene, a confrontation between Lucia and the voice that's spoken to her throughout the story.
It got pretty visceral, and I'm proud of it. I can't wait to get more written. I need to share this.
It got pretty visceral, and I'm proud of it. I can't wait to get more written. I need to share this.
March 7, 2025 at 9:22 AM
Dumped another 1200 words into my Poison Witch project. Wrote a future scene, a confrontation between Lucia and the voice that's spoken to her throughout the story.
It got pretty visceral, and I'm proud of it. I can't wait to get more written. I need to share this.
It got pretty visceral, and I'm proud of it. I can't wait to get more written. I need to share this.
Progress on Poison Witch today: 1300 solid words.
Ya Boi can cook if he takes a minute to plan events first.
I am very much not a pants writer. Except with shorter stuff like the writing prompts--those *are* stream-of-consciousness stories.
But if it's a bigger narrative I need to plan.
Ya Boi can cook if he takes a minute to plan events first.
I am very much not a pants writer. Except with shorter stuff like the writing prompts--those *are* stream-of-consciousness stories.
But if it's a bigger narrative I need to plan.
March 2, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Progress on Poison Witch today: 1300 solid words.
Ya Boi can cook if he takes a minute to plan events first.
I am very much not a pants writer. Except with shorter stuff like the writing prompts--those *are* stream-of-consciousness stories.
But if it's a bigger narrative I need to plan.
Ya Boi can cook if he takes a minute to plan events first.
I am very much not a pants writer. Except with shorter stuff like the writing prompts--those *are* stream-of-consciousness stories.
But if it's a bigger narrative I need to plan.
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I forgot to put a #writingcommunity on this somewhere. But that's probably for the best so I can post this qrt in the tag instead.
Trigger warning for non-graphic depiction of abuse and implied suicide. Please read at your discretion.
Trigger warning for non-graphic depiction of abuse and implied suicide. Please read at your discretion.
She was late again.
I could tell you exactly how long I waited, but it wouldn't matter. She was often late. She would stumble in, barely managing to take off her coat, much less hang it on the coatrack, and overall reeking of booze.
I was starting to smell like it, too.
I could tell you exactly how long I waited, but it wouldn't matter. She was often late. She would stumble in, barely managing to take off her coat, much less hang it on the coatrack, and overall reeking of booze.
I was starting to smell like it, too.
February 26, 2025 at 3:14 AM
I forgot to put a #writingcommunity on this somewhere. But that's probably for the best so I can post this qrt in the tag instead.
Trigger warning for non-graphic depiction of abuse and implied suicide. Please read at your discretion.
Trigger warning for non-graphic depiction of abuse and implied suicide. Please read at your discretion.