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Aldwin Beckett
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I'm writing sapphic fiction.
Sapphic romance novel Souvienne is out: http://mybook.to/souvienne

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Aldwin Beckett @aldwinbeckett.bsky.social · 21h
👩 two women
🐈‍⬛ fluffy cat
🏡 wooden shack
🌲 woods and mountains

270 pages of Scottish wilderness, warm vibes, sweet reverie, care and French chants—all that to find out that in the end love wins.

mybook.to/souvienne

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Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range.
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👩 two women
🐈‍⬛ fluffy cat
🏡 wooden shack
🌲 woods and mountains

270 pages of Scottish wilderness, warm vibes, sweet reverie, care and French chants—all that to find out that in the end love wins.

mybook.to/souvienne

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #Debut #SelfPub #Authors #BookBirthday
Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range.
November 24, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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Cassandra gets fancy.

Just 12 days till you'll be able to read it! Ebook preorder is open and hardcover is scheduled for release.

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“Time for a change,” I declared, dropping my backpack and flinging open the wardrobe. “And then dinner! Let’s get a little fancy. I was wearing pants and shirts long enough to get into a dress.” Sou pouted slightly. “I have no dress.” “Nonsense!” I scoffed, rifling through hangers until I unearthed a blue frock from my youth. Petite as she was, it would fit her like a glove. “Arms up! Let’s see…” She wrinkled her nose at the lavender scent. “Bit snug in the chest, but otherwise?” Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range.
November 12, 2025 at 6:39 PM
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Now it's for real.

👩 two women
🐈‍⬛ fluffy cat
🏡 wooden shack
🗻 mountains
🌲 forest

Some love.
Some madness.
Some waltz under the lone tree.

Ebook: mybook.to/souvienne
Hardcover available at 24th.

It's been quite a ride.

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Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range. To those who, at least once in their lives, yearned to abandon the world and vanish into the quiet embrace of a forest hut. 1. Things to Escape From Looking back, I can only marvel at the extraordinary coincidences that conspired to bring me face-to-face with Souvienne on a bleak, snowy eve in January of 1967, amidst the foothills of Strath Fillan. Three months prior, I took my first step off the train that had left me alone on the small, narrow platform nestled between two tracks.
November 12, 2025 at 1:29 PM
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Hey #WriteSky #WritingCommunity are you guys have any place to look for ongoing and future writing contests collected? Some websites? Tags in Bluesky?
November 10, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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Cassandra lives her best first days at her new forest home.

(chapter 1: Things to Escape From)

(Nov 5: trail) #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
The night forest transformed into an enchanted realm beneath the lantern light, leaves whispering secrets in the night breeze, though their meaning remained elusive. The stream I hopped over with ease in the daylight, appeared a dark, roaring torrent plunging into the valley’s depths in the deep shadows. At one point I almost got lost in between the labyrinthine shrubs, and panic rushed through me, until I saw a glimpse of the trail between bushes. Now it’s just a pass, I thought, exhaling the relief. True, soon enough I saw the house waiting for me. Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range.
November 5, 2025 at 9:53 AM
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Cassandra observes the view from above.

(btw the book will be available in three weeks from now; I'll keep you posted)

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The train sounded its approach long before it came into view, a strange quirk of nature’s acoustics carried the rumble far and wide. The metal serpent rounded the hill and crawled towards the platform with ponderous grace. Several figures alighted from its carriages, appearing as nothing more than moving specks from my vantage point. Mere minutes later, the train rolled on, its clamour fading as it disappeared from view—and with its passing, that same profound silence descended upon the valley once more, a familiar hush now, barely registering in my ears save for the conscious effort to listen, to parse all that it held: the gentle murmur of water spilling over stone, the soft crunch of snow beneath my feet, the whispering sighs of the wind. Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range.
November 4, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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Deirdre finds her poncho (and since then she always wear ponchos)

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“I thought witches wear robes,” Gwyn remarked, as they combed through the parallel aisles of the clothing store like two combine harvesters in a field. “They do.” Dei rustled something that shushed with a whispering sound. “A dress is permitted, provided it is black. But personally, I believe—” She paused, fishing out a short, shimmering something, snorted, and returned it to its place. “—the choice is a poncho.” “If there are witches in Mexico, they wear ponchos for sure.” “Do witches exist in Mexico, though?” “By the way.” Gwyn perched on tiptoe, peering over the clothing row at her. “I’ve just found a nice poncho. Care to take a look?”
October 6, 2025 at 6:04 AM
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Sara gets on a hunt.

Even though the main book isn't even started to be written, I'm already thinking about the continuation. This is Tiny Tea Book, a stories that happens after Gwyn and Dei story.

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Sara had been a disaster since birth. No matter what she tried, everything fell apart despite her relentless effort. By twenty-five, she had a menial job, a cramped dorm room, no future, and a single, foolish dream she’d never shared with anyone. She knew she was meant for something greater. Sara would never forget the day two young women approached her on the street. The blonde began explaining something about “abilities” and “potential”—Sara was lost in an instant. The dark-haired one cut her off and turned to Sara with a simple question: “Want to be a witch?” If it wasn’t a something greater, then what was? After that, everything changed. A strange cosy house on Margit Island that seem to be growing by itself; a bedroom barely larger than her dorm room, but warm and inviting; a library of strange, forbidden books; classes that stretched from morning to night… And now, two years later, she was on her first solo journey: Sara, like all the other trainees of Deirdre, was on a hunt. For books.
October 5, 2025 at 7:11 AM
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Gwyneth makes a decision.

(with that rate, I'll write all the interesting parts in no time)

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With absolute clarity, Gwyneth realised that the moment she’d been dreaming of all this time had arrived: the chance to drop everything and simply live the way she’d always wanted; but why was it so bitter? It’s so simple. Tell them: go home, the fairy tale is over. Instead, she lifted her chin. “Alicia, a word.” Behind the library door, Gwyneth lowered her voice. “Keep the girls occupied.” “I can’t—I mean, without—“ “You can.” She surprised herself at how firmly she sounded. “Debes, ergo potes, Alicia. We’re all entangled now, you know? Go on, keep them busy with something useful.” The fairy lightly clapped the witch on the shoulder. “And I’ll go straighten out our dear Deirdre.” Easy to say.
October 3, 2025 at 10:03 AM
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Deirdre finds out more about fairies and puts her Veil training to a good use.

(trying not to make any (big) spoilers)

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“Oh, now I understand,” Deirdre studied something ahead, warming her hands under her poncho. Gwyn saw absolutely nothing special except the cliff houses she’d already seen. “What’s there?” “A Veil, a classier one than ours.” The witch freed her hands, spread them wide, and Gwyn thought she almost heard a heavy hum, like a huge string… and then everything went silent. “Well, that’s it. Hibernation.” Deirdre turned to her. “I could have left it as is; the locals don’t come here, but let’s do it according to the rules. You put the house to sleep too, when we left.” “That’s different.” She swallowed hard, remembering. “I had to. When a fairy leaves her house, it dies.” …the houses sank into the ground… …drowned…
October 3, 2025 at 8:50 AM
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Gwyneth is a melancholic autumn enjoyer, especially in Budapest; this time of year matches her inner self.

Deirdre doesn't care much about seasons, but she'd rather prefer warm weather, rare occurrence around her native Inishtrahull.

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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Oct 1
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

It's now October, and things are getting cold where I am. Which makes me wonder, what season/temperature does your character prefer?

Do they like to be cold and bundled up, or warm and at the beach? Neither?

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October 2, 2025 at 8:42 AM
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Gwyneth loves water running through her beloved Budapest.

(at this point I'm writing random snippets, but the outline is almost done)

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Gwyn was silent for a long time, and it seemed to Deirdre that she would never speak again, but she finally woke from her daydream. “The river flows, and it doesn’t care about us, you know? There were no people, no witches, no mermaids, no one else, but it ran here, carefree water. People put the river into a concrete bed, crossed it with bridges, and it still flows.” Fairy stared at the water again. “Someday we’ll be gone, but it will still flow. Our girls will come to this place and look at the water like we do. Chin up, Dei. Let’s get to work, we only have a couple of centuries left.” “Gwyn, you’ve grown up.” Deirdre glanced at her sideways. “I can’t grow up. I’m a fairy, remember?”
October 1, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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Deirdre finds Gwyneth's tea supply.

Something from my next writing. Rest assured there will be a lot of tea parties, because, you see... Gwyn loves tea. She also loves folk music, but it's a very different story.

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She found the kitchen next. Scents of cooking lingered in the air, and she sensed the place had been used often, with energy and care. She peeked into the cupboards, curious, but found nothing unusual—until she reached the last one by the door, a floor-to-ceiling double-doored unit, opened it and froze. Dozens of glass jars, neatly arranged in square compartments, stared back at her, each labeled in tiny, precise handwriting: Assam, Chamomile, Darjeeling, Earl Grey... “You’ve found my great secret,” Gwyneth said with joyful tease, somehow sneaked at her. Deirdre jumped, slamming the cupboard shut. “S-sorry—” “Curiosity isn’t a sin,” the fairy said, entering the kitchen and heading to fill up the kettle. “Bear with me, I’m a tea addict.” “No, really, I shouldn’t have been rummaging around like I was at home,” Deirdre said, feeling awkward. Gwyneth lit the stove, set the kettle on, and turned to her. “Make yourself at home. There’s plenty of space here for me alone.”
September 29, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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I say that: Cassandra is honest.

But at one point she lies to herself and pays for that later when she forced to face it.

More than that, she knows that she lies to herself, yet refuses to wake up from her sweet reverie.

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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Sep 26
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Are your characters honest?

Are they dedicated to the truth? Do they stretch the truth at times, when needed? Are they shameless liars?

Do they do it to spare feelings, to manipulate, to cause harm? Other?

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a man with a pen written on his face says the pen is blue
Alt: a man with a pen written on his face says the pen is blue Jim Carey, Liar Liar
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September 27, 2025 at 12:37 AM
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Cassandra was this “Mrs who has no children being few years in marriage”, but she has got out of fashion.

Virginia is locally known as “that pilot lass”, and she got known around the Scotland islands over the years of delivering mail and stuff.

But none of my characters are craving for a fame.
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Sep 24
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Does your character have *A Reputation*?

Do they have fame or infamy? Will strangers they meet have heard of them?

If so, what for? If not, does that change during the story?

Do they want recognition?

#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
September 25, 2025 at 2:13 AM
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Cassandra wakes up her girl with questionable outcome.

(in the meantime, edits are done and I'm ordering the proof copy soon)

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“Wake up, sweetheart,” I chirped, gently tugging the blanket from her head.
 She muttered something grumpy and unintelligible, clearly not eager to leave the warm cocoon of sleep just yet. 
I left her to doze for a few more minutes while I splashed some water on my face and shook off the last vestiges of slumber. When I returned to the bedside, one eye peeked out at me balefully, as if daring me to disturb her peaceful reverie. I held back a smile as she looked so comical, all rumpled and sleep-tousled, peering at me from under the blanket like an annoyed little owl. Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range. Cover of Souvienne by Aldwin Beckett. The cover shows the meadow with the tree in the centre with two female silhouettes on the both sides, looking at each other. On the background there are pine trees and mountain range.
September 24, 2025 at 8:58 PM
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Share your favourite black and white movie
Coffee and Cigarettes, 2003
September 24, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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Cassandra is in her early 30s. I tend to write adult characters for some reason, sometimes young adult.

I think it’s this age when person has some life experience yet still hold enough energy to move on.

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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Sep 23
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Let's dig into one of the basics today! How old is your character, and is that important to the story?

Why did you pick that particular age group for them?

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September 24, 2025 at 12:21 PM
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Out of curiosity: does cover note "blah blah bestselling author of some book you've never heard of blah blah" sell it to you? Speaking of fiction, of course.

Because I couldn't care less. Bestsellers nowadays shows marketing success, not writing value.

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September 24, 2025 at 6:47 AM
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In the chapter 24 Cassandra sees a small plane flying by. This seems random, but it is actually a reference to my next book: under different circumstances Cassandra and Virginia could know each other.

It's not a genre swap cause both books are sapphic historical fiction, but it's something.

Also ↴
charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Sep 20
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Yesterday's genre swap was fun! So, let's reverse it.

What is an existing fictional character (or set of characters) from a different genre that you think would fit well into your story with your characters?

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September 21, 2025 at 9:57 AM
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September 20, 2025 at 6:04 AM
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Cassandra would be a nice forest witch. She almost is: just look at those herbs hanging in her kitchen! And she has a cat (although it’s a question who has whom)

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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social Charlie Delta 🦊🐐 @charliedeltawrites.bsky.social · Sep 19
Tell me more about your #AwesomeCharacters

Oh no! You have to abruptly pivot genres for your writing, but you want to keep your main characters.

What new genre do you think your characters would fit best in, and why?

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September 20, 2025 at 5:29 AM
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Update:

My First Summer (this one is odd, but vibes)
Disobedience (10/10)
Polarized (10/10)
Portrait of A Lady on Fire (I dunno I'd say 11/10)

An odd one and then a good streak of really nice sapphic movies. Maybe I could write a review. Never did it before.

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aldwinbeckett.bsky.social Aldwin Beckett @aldwinbeckett.bsky.social · Sep 3
Getting into sapphic movies spree lately.
It's been so far:

You Can Live Forever (personally 10/10)
Tell It To The Bees (also very good)
Ammonite (good, but not as good as those above)
Princess Cyd (good, but a bit too slow, though I can see why)

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September 19, 2025 at 7:23 PM
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In Souvienne, their romance is their sanctuary, but things doesn’t go smoothly. Relationship demands work. Plus social pressure of 1967.

It’s even more prominent in my next WIP that takes place in 1952, where they have to deal with physical distance as well.

But they are strong.

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cometkins.bsky.social Ian Haramaki 🏳️‍⚧️✨ @cometkins.bsky.social · Sep 17
Since I’m still annoyed about yesterday, tell me about the romance in your book/wip and what it means to you! #WritingPrompt
September 17, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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A very old one, translated from the other language, and turned out surprisingly well. Oddly rhyming and rhythmic: try to mentally break every line, sometimes in the middle, sometimes... you'll get it.

No meaning intended.
Just an old poem.

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All goes by of how are you just missing a beat, missing train, missing keys from the exit of here and that’s it. Planetarium fully deserted in dreams, waterfall smoothed out, napping stars by the dome. Why you’re standing in silence, forgotten parole, carved out on skin, hidden under the blouse? Sharpen knife, and forget and invent a new word for the fence, so the wolves unable to step in to rob the wagon. Silence! Listen not to the heather song, listen not to the kindling smoke. We are walking, laying in chain in the bushes. Ouroboros, his tail is eaten and cooked in the pot; and the fire now slumbering slowly in pit. And Atlantis is real, but the guiding stars all are gone, which could lead us, and the soles worn out again, so you wait, and sharpen these sounds of knives: we’re descending to heaven, frozen down and out of lights.
September 16, 2025 at 7:54 PM