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Ella Jean Writes
@ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
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Neurodivergent and chronically ill writer trying to publish my queer fantasy stories!

Querying. It's bad.

She/they
Ace/Aro 🏳️‍🌈

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How quickly they add up....any advice?

#amquerying #writing #writingcommunity
Photo of the computer screen. On the screen is a query tracker dashboard, with 12 queries sent, six negative replies, and no positive replies.
August 19, 2025 at 11:02 PM
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I have a friend helping me #write...

#writingcommunity #cats
A computer, with a black and white cat trying to climb over my arm to step on my keyboard
August 4, 2025 at 7:40 PM
ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
Always good to check with your immortal friends....

#writing #writingcommunity #writingquotes #quotes
Text that reads: Emma raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t some predatory business thing, right? Dating teenagers despite being in your hundreds?” Michelle blinked, her mouth agape. “Why would that be a thing?” “It’s a book trope,” I said. “I hate modernity,” Michelle said, rubbing her horn. “Um, no. Do I have to say that? Most demons are evil and horrid with limited morals, but honestly spending their time dating a teenager is just wildly unrealistic. So, no. Just to have that out there. My human form is a teenager so it’s easiest to pretend to be one as well. And I’m not interested in dating a human, you die too easily.”
August 4, 2025 at 12:40 AM
ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
Have I gotten any writing done today...no. have I practiced an eccentric makeup look for when I am a famous author and want to go to my book signing events...YES!

#writingcommunity #book #makeup
Selfie with bright makeup in the purple range, from lipstick to the blush to the eyeshadow
August 1, 2025 at 7:42 PM
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95,000 words. 35 chapters. 20,000 words added. 3,500 words removed.

Draft 2 of my complete rewrite is done.

#writing #writingcommunity #amquerying
A white woman smiling before a computer with a wine glass
July 17, 2025 at 3:22 AM
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Close but no bingo! Should I include a wedding in a young YA book?

Here's the snippet from the chapter I'm working on: "Because when people were too much, I could always find comfort in words."

#writing #writingcommunity #writerslift
A filled out writers bingo, the closest bingo being the middle column, with the only space missing being "there's a wedding"
July 7, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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Nothing like some tea and editing to get you in the right mindset!

#writing #editing #writingcommunity
A full cup of tea and the edge of a computer.
July 7, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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Woooo! Written completely in 3 months

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Photo of a computer screen, says "C Note: It sounds" then Note: Jury's still out...time", then finally "THE END" at the bottom.
June 30, 2025 at 4:09 AM
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I'm sick and too tired to write, so enjoy some low effort #moodboards of my contemporary fantasy 🫠

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Moodboard with four images and three colors across the bottom. The text at the top says "For Those Who Seek Magic: Locations." The images are of an inside atrium, suburban houses, a warm lit game room, and dingy sewers.
June 25, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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My writing friend returns when I need him most

#writingcommunity #cats #love
Black and white cat with a paw on an arm. The arm grips a computer to form a barrier between the cat and computer keyboard
June 10, 2025 at 5:22 AM
ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
At least while we're at Grammy's house he has someone else to sit with...and I can #write in peace

#cats #writingcommunity
A black and white cat lays on the arm of an older woman, which rests on a white chair. His arms are on either side of the arm.
June 3, 2025 at 1:49 AM
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He's my writing buddy...not sure about the spot he chose though 🙄

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A black and white cat sitting on the edge of a laptop
May 31, 2025 at 4:54 AM
ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
I finally have gotten out of the house to #write! Where are y'alls best writing spots?

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Photo with a computer on a table. Next to it is a cup of tea and a pot of tea. Behind it is further chairs and tables.
April 30, 2025 at 9:07 PM
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I have officially scrapped another piece of my book that was here since the beginning....oof

To the graveyard it goes!

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A pink-gray background with a frame surrounded by clipart of gravestones and flowers. There is text within the frame. Text reads: "My high school career started in just a week. I didn’t have a plan. It was in an expensive private school in the middle of the city. That I knew no one at, all because my best friend was supposedly too childish and impulsive for the two of us to be together. The only person I have to find comfort in with Jenna gone was Granny. And she was catatonic. For most of my childhood. Completely and totally silent and non-reactive. I didn’t understand catatonia when it first happened; I still didn’t quite grasp it now. All I knew was at just five years old, she went from my lively grandmother who I was spending most hours with, to unable to do anything without guidance. All I knew is it hurt. All I knew was I likely did something to cause it. If either of us deserved to be catatonic, it was me. My dad seemed to think so. But that isn’t the story I have to tell. I survived and Granny moved here. She saw me grow up from a locked unit. And I lost touch with all the stories she used to tell outside of the few Analei recorded for me, mostly left to interpret hundreds of pages of worldbuilding and notes and starts of ideas if I ever wanted that comfort again."
March 26, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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Here they are! I assume I will have more later, but for now these are the intros I'm mourning.

#writing #writingcommunity #graveyard
Picture with text in white and two graves and flower bundles framing it. The text reads, "“It’s better than making you wait out there crouched in the bushes like a pervert.” “I’m a short, fat girl with braces. No one is mistaking me for a pervert. The only reason I hide is because our neighbors know what I look like,” Jenna said. And I was definitely discovering how much the real world sucked." Picture with text in white and two graves and flower bundles framing it. The text reads, "The first day back to school used to be an event. My mother would surprise me with some new outfit, and my dad would make his super secret pancakes. The secret was cinnamon and buttermilk. But we didn’t have buttermilk in the fridge for me to even recapture the nostalgia. Instant oatmeal in a cup of microwaved water was a close second. When dressed up with syrup, sugar, honey, the odds and ends of other sweeteners we had, it would work."
February 20, 2025 at 8:36 PM
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I love how real of a job #writing feels like 😅

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Picture of my Google search, where the search is fancy words for parade. The options include procession, march, cavalcade, motorcade, carcade, spectacle, display, pageant, file, train, column, promenade, walk, walkway, mall, boardwalk, prom, alameda
February 12, 2025 at 3:19 AM
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Woo! Is this a number I'm allowed to celebrate? Thanks for all the follows y'all!

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January 29, 2025 at 1:35 AM
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Ah! All these quotes have been scrapped from the book now, but I still enjoyed writing them! And they still capture FTWSM's charm

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Photo of the sky with skyscrapers taking up the right side. There are four text boxes overlaid, the top one reads, "But there was an itch in my brain that wasn't going away. I needed the answers. And if anything really goes wrong, Michelle would always be there to come to our aid. It may be stupid, but it wasn't truly dangerous." The next box reads, "It definitely did end up being stupid." The bottom box reads, "Follow Margie Turnell's Story..."
January 28, 2025 at 6:20 PM
ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
#writingcommunity... no one needs to see this or red this but its a piece of my book that has been here from draft one that needs to be deleted.

So this is its graveyard 😅
The audiobook began to ramp up to the rising tension, though I didn’t pause to listen. I had already listened to the book. Many times before. The masterpiece that was The Named Ones Chronicles, the beginning of a series that would span six books, seven movies, and basically my entire childhood. The last movie came out last year, just in time to move up to high school. “Your name, it is more than just a label, it is a legacy of all those who come before you, and all you can become,” I said, just as the main character’s cruel teacher said it. I submerged my hands, feeling around the sink for the rest of the silverware. The crusted on food met the sponge, and got tossed into the tray with the rest of them. Repeat. “Well then I reject that name. I will lead my own life, not live in the shadow of my father,” I said, trying to lower my voice to imitate Harold correctly. The three pans, one pot, and two baking sheets required to make dinner still laid scattered around the kitchen. I collected slowly, extending a spatula in front of me like a sword. “Legacies cling to all of us, if you refuse your path you will be cast aside in the eyes of the Gods,” I spit. I lowered the spatula and tilted my head back, like it was being lifted by the sword. “The Gods have no voice without me, they will either follow me as I carve my own path or I shall be the one casting them aside.” Note: Local idiot say this is too obvious and does not believe it is real book dialogue, no matter what I show them. Maybe he should read better books. Note 2: Not a good comeback, he simply said he was and made it gushy. “Marge, keep it down, I can’t hear the TV,” my dad yelled from the living room. I bet it was a lot easier for Harold considering his father was dead, and left him a ton of gold that allowed him to basically say whatever he wanted to the people trying to confine him. And do anything. And go anywhere. Messages from children’s books were good life lessons, but I was beginning to realize …
January 26, 2025 at 3:56 AM
ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
What a great environment to #write too! Trying to tackle a hard section...with tea!

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There is a computer half closed in front, with blurry text. Behind it there are two teapots on warmers and a tea cup full of tea. Empty chairs and tables are in the background
January 25, 2025 at 6:23 PM
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The antagonist continues to antagonize...nothing like rereading your #writing to make you want to #write again.

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Outside of a stone building with columns and balcony. There is a streetlamp before it, and a white car driving off to the right side. Two text boxes are overlaid, the top one reads, "He narrowed his eyes at me. Then, without warning, her grabbed my chin, and tugged me so close our noses nearly touched. I would love to say I was the ultimate badass and slapped him for daring to touch me, but I am much too awkward for that. And I was frozen." The bottom text box reads, "Follow Margie Turnell's Story..."
January 21, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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And the antagonist is introduced! I kind of love him, he's the most fun to #write, I find that's normal for me, to have the most fun with the characters with questionable morals

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Photo of a metal structure, through which a building can be seen. There are two text boxes overlaid, the top one reads, "Within just two weeks of Florian Kuethe being a student at Wislow Academy, he had became a legendary figure. 'He's been homeschooled all his life.' 'He's in witness protection program.' 'He's a foreign prince, hasn't had to lift hi finger his whole life." The bottom text box reads, "Follow Margie Turnell's Story..."
January 16, 2025 at 3:25 AM
ellajeanwrites.bsky.social
#writingcommunity, I have made a map for my high fantasy book! It's the Created World, with the Iron Court often isolated from the politics of the rest of the world...
A fantasy map made up of six different colors to differentiate the six different countries across the continent. The gray Vesia is in the middle, with the deep blue Iron Court separated by mountains. To the left is the maroon Nuwan, and beneath that is the pale yellow Hagia. Under Vesia and to the right of Hagia is Waterbank in blue. And the furthest to the right is the yellow Chirani. The water is a deep gray, and there is a compass rose in the top right.
January 15, 2025 at 12:21 AM
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And so magic has entered my story! The moments in between change is always great...I'm about to enter my last semester of college...I could use the magic

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A crystal dome has sunlight lighting up a mosaic tiled room in a light green tone. Through an archway is a lit chandelier and two windows. There are two text boxes over the photo, the top one says "In that moment, anything was possible. In that moment, I wanted to believe. In that moment, there was just a bit of magic in the air." The bottom text box reads, "Follow Margie Turnell's Story...."
January 13, 2025 at 2:41 AM
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#writingcommunity... the worldbuilding deepens as my characters begin to question what they are seeing. I love #writing conspiracy theorists, especially when they may not be as wrong as everyone thinks
Picture of a mosaic archway with three entrances, centered on the middle one with two columns on either side. There are stairs going up the left and right one, with a window in the middle one. Two text boxes sit on top, the top one reads, "'But wouldn't stories be the perfect cover?' Casper said, 'these magical people, they can warp anything. History, rules, thoughts. By their fingerprint is still there, and we can see it in stories.'" The bottom box reads, "Follow Margie Turnell's Story..."
January 11, 2025 at 8:25 PM