Adam Langley
ajlangleywriter.bsky.social
Adam Langley
@ajlangleywriter.bsky.social
Nah, you’re not interested in me. The stories I write, now that’s what you came for. Writing a novel using only Skeets.
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ASHES AND HEARTBEATS

CHAPTER ONE
OH, SHIT, ITS GREG

Symantha Carstairs, like many in her village, lived in fear of Greg Ori. The King of Shadows made frequent stops in the village to use the bathroom on his way to the war-torn plains of Chazton; the mess he left was frightful to behold. (1)
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Only or mainly reading books that discourage you from thinking is not exactly fascistic behavior, but it certainly shares a pretty big venn diagram with fascism. Fascism loves easy art with simple morality, and despises art that requires new thought
January 11, 2025 at 9:40 PM
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I think questions of "do audiobooks count" or "should adults read YA" or whatever are missing the central divide of reading, which is that some books ask you to think, and others discourage you from thinking, and it is unhealthy to mainly read the latter, no matter the genre
January 11, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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Reading the New Yorker article on romantasy, and not trying to make an aesthetic argument here, but as a writer it just sounds like a deeply empty and depressing way of writing books. Books as content, chasing hashtags, written by teams as quickly as possible
January 11, 2025 at 9:36 PM
ASHES AND HEARTBEATS

CHAPTER ONE
OH, SHIT, ITS GREG

Symantha Carstairs, like many in her village, lived in fear of Greg Ori. The King of Shadows made frequent stops in the village to use the bathroom on his way to the war-torn plains of Chazton; the mess he left was frightful to behold. (1)
November 22, 2024 at 5:25 PM
You know what? Those last few skeets were depressing. I obviously don’t want to talk about myself, so screw it, I’m going to write a novel through skeets. Romantasy? Romantasy.
November 21, 2024 at 9:44 PM
My name is Adam. I want to be an author. I really don’t want to have to sell myself, because I find the whole thing mildly panic inducing.
November 21, 2024 at 9:24 PM
Panic, to me, feels like Ice. It reaches into your chest and holds whatever is in there tightly, catching your breath and squeezing it tight until the world begins to fog.

When I panic, I write.
November 21, 2024 at 9:22 PM
I submitted my manuscript to an editor yesterday. Mildly freaking out about it.
November 21, 2024 at 9:20 PM