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Everett Linden Clark [he/him]
@everettwrites.bsky.social
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Tired, trans autistic oddball writing SF/F stories about others like him. Loves animals. NO AI. The (2nd!) slowest cyclist in Minneapolis.

98k/100k on adult sci-fi dystopia, HUMAN-ISH.
75k/100k on adult solarpunk fantasy, THE KING IN THE MOUNTAIN.
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#WritingCommunity #Writevember

Describe your protagonist with a meme. I'll start
Someone in a party hat stands in front of a projector, doing a presentation. The projection reads "the greatest research skill you can have is being a nosy bitch who wants to find out".
November 14, 2025 at 12:17 AM
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Oh the joys of living in the north!!
A picture of the northern lights above an urban neighborhood.
November 12, 2025 at 1:50 AM
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Hit 80k words today on The King in the Mountain! 🎉

AND I'm still going! Thank you #Writevember for the excuse to get cracking and not slow down!

#WritingCommunity #QueerWriters
A screenshot from Scrivener showing 80,250 words written out of a goal of 100,000.
November 7, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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Person behind me in line, talking to their friend: Oh, I didn't know you're neurodivergent!

My guy, you are at the Stardew Valley concert. 🤨
A photo from the Stardew Valley Symphony of Seasons concert, with a large crowd inside of a theater and an orchestra on stage preparing to play.
October 26, 2025 at 1:30 PM
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Me every year as soon as it gets under 50°F and rainy outside:
A still image of George Costanza (Jason Alexander) from Seinfeld with a firm, resolute expression on his face. The caption reads, "I gotta focus. I'm shifting into soup mode."
October 21, 2025 at 4:00 PM
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#WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Me, at me: No. Everett, no. I don't CARE how much you like that shiny new idea, you've got two active projects and one backburner project right now. You can't lose focus chasing after something new, listen to me--

Me: ...
A screenshot from Scrivener, with the 'new project' option highlighted...
October 14, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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The greatest trick the coven in The King in the Mountain ever pulled was living rent-free in the protagonist's head from day 1.

Headed by former-king Nicholas, the coven is comprised of his former members of court and dearest friends. They're a tight-knit found family by the time Silas meets them.
When he thought he wasn’t listening, that other man in the (Coven? Family? Polycule?) house referred to him as his majesty — true. Could just be a weird sex thing. Could also be one of the hallmarks of a coven, relaying respect and deference to the head, oftentimes the maker of the other members. Whatever it is or isn’t, his gut tells him something very strange and very interesting is going on there — true. But Silas hates trusting his gut. Making life decisions based on feeling over evidence is a fool’s way to live. Connor swallows audibly. “You’re really lost in thought over there. What are you thinking about?” “I met someone,” Silas says. Connor’s eyes widen. “You did? That’s great! What’s their name?” Rudely jerked from his train of thought, it takes Silas a few heartbeats to realize that Connor thinks he means he met someone of romantic interest. Hence the excitement, which he now dutifully tries to smother. “It’s not like that. I think he’s a vampire.” The devastation that visibly washes over his best friend in the ensuing seconds should be photographed for its sheer magnitude. Under his breath, Connor murmurs “Silas.” As if he’s just admitted to some terrible thing. “I know that you don’t believe. That’s fine. But I have to find out more about him.” And then, “You asked why I was lost in thought, and that’s the answer.” Connor’s eyebrows knit tightly together. “Listen, I…” he’s going to say I know how you get about vampires. He’s been saying that since he was fifteen and Silas was sixteen, and Connor was the more grown up of the two of them. Instead, he takes a different turn. “How long have you known this guy?” “I met him last night.”
October 13, 2025 at 8:24 PM
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I didn't even realize that I hit 70k words on The King in the Mountain yesterday! Wow!

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky
a screenshot from Scrivener which reads 70,455 total words written out of a goal of 100,000.
October 9, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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Quick snippet from The King in The Mountain today. I can't believe I'm nearly at 70k on the first draft. :')

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #LGBTQWriters
A screenshot from Scrivener. It reads: "“What is your specialty?” Silas asks the next day. He and Nomsa are together alone again, across from one another at her desk. She is bent over a textbook and he is bent over yet another quiz. Silas hadn’t failed to notice that the line behind him was even shorter this morning. A long moment passes, and he wonders if she heard him. Finally, as if coming to some sort of conclusion she hums and says, “Time magic.” “Time magic,” he repeats. Every book on magic he’s ever read — which admittedly isn’t many, but a few — has included time magic as a footnote at most. For a long time it was strictly theoretical, and then sometime just before The Expansion some mages started making their stopwatches pause on command. A whole lifetime of work, to make a second hand stutter. “Really?”"
October 5, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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What do you do when you meet a bunch of people living in the woods and you're SURE they're a vampire coven, but you can't prove it?

You make an excuse to come back later so you can interrogate them some more, of course! (Spoiler alert: it works.)

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky
A screenshot from Scrivener. It reads: "In the heat of the moment, in a single impulse he lets run wild out of desperation and fear, Silas pretends to miss his footing on the single step down into the foyer, and lets his pen tumble out of his limp hand. “I’m so clumsy, sometimes,” he says, “Goodness.” “Careful now,” Ansel’s expression is a curated calm. He looks at Silas for a moment too long, but then pulls the front door open. “Have a good evening.” “Good evening, my apologies again for the trouble,” Silas says over his shoulder. The door shuts. Distinctly, he hears the deadbolt turn."
September 30, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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#WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity

Silas (who is equal parts vampire-obsessed and hemophobic) having to give blood to the coven he's living with for the first time is the *definition* of pressure. :')
A screenshot from Scrivener. It reads: “The night is young,” Ansel says, “And I think it’s high time you started to fulfill your purpose here.” Silas glances down at his notebook. He is at maximum five pages deep in it, but already it feels heavier in his hands. “I’ve already taken plenty of notes,” he says. “No, no, your purpose to us. This is an exchange, remember? You take notes and never publish them. We harvest your blood.” The contents of Silas’ stomach turn to cold, swirling jelly. “I — yes, of course.” That was the agreement. Out of desperation that it was his only option, Silas agreed. Rourke, for the first time in the short time Silas has known him, immediately seems interested. He stands up off the wall, chin tipped up curiously. Between the two of them, Silas suddenly feels much less like one of those intrepid anthropologists speaking with a different culture, and much much more like a cornered alley cat surrounded by dogs. “I — can I ask for only one at a time?” “Of course,” Ansel says, “It’s only proper.” The door slams shut. Two voices clamor up the hallway — one woman and one, distinctly, being Nicholas’. Silas feels his blood pressure spike.
September 9, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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#WritingCommunity #WriteSky

Other writers: if my protagonist appeared to me in a dream they'd tell me that they want to hurry up and kiss their love interest! Or they'd tell me that they need to figure out this mystery sooner!

My protagonist appearing in my dream:
a meme picture of Ben Affleck standing outside with a cigarette in his hand, looking exasperated and exhausted with the world.
September 7, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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Hit 60k on The King in The Mountain!

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #BookSky
A screenshot from Scrivener, reading 60,077 words out of a 100,000 word goal. 386 words written today, out of a 2,000 word goal.
September 5, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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Another snippet from the first draft of The King in the Mountain.

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A screenshot from scrivener. It reads: Weeks pass with Silas mostly keeping himself occupied. Nicholas and the others make themselves scarce, and he sees them for brief moments every other day or so. He’s given permission to use the television whenever he’d like, and he can use his phone so long as it’s outside, so in the end it feels less like being picked last in school and more like a somewhat lonesome vacation. The sole exception seems to be Adelaide, who gets into the habit of being at the kitchen table every evening when he wakes up, sometimes with a small baked good just for him and a pot of tea to share. She deflects any attempt he makes at interview questions until he is forced to take the hint, and since she seems to prefer small talk, that’s what they engage in. Under normal circumstances Silas hates small talk, but when it’s your only face-to-face social interaction of the day it’s perfectly bearable. The scripts are always easy to guess in advance, and they rarely differ. The weather for the evening. The weather for the next evening. What Abagail’s been up to lately, as she seems to be the darling of the household now. In spite of her rebuffing any deeper conversation, Adelaide still lets slip little reassurances that Silas carries with him. Well, Nicholas seems to like you. Ansel thinks you’re hilarious. You’re the smartest donor we’ve had, for sure. Donor, that’s what she calls him. Apparently that’s the term, although Rourke may call him a blood bag, she warns him. But it’s just his way of trying not to get attached. Or so she says. “In the old days, we called them vassals. I think I liked that a little better.” “Ah,” is all Silas says, and bites into his cinnamon bun. If he tries to ask her what exactly she means by old days, he knows he’ll only get a swift change in subject anyway. “Vassal does sound a little cooler.”
September 4, 2025 at 9:38 PM
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Just throwing out a quick scene from The King In The Mountain. I honestly love these two so much.

(Nicholas is the titular King, being a 700 year old vampire. Silas is the vampire-obsessed autistic enby who stumbles on the coven. They're in love, your honor.)

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A screenshot from Scrivener. It reads: Silas eats breakfast (or, really, dinner) at the cafe on the bottom floor of the hotel. People pass by the windows outside in seemingly endless shifting tides. Just as a rush of them begins to boggle him for the sheer scale of it all, the flow slows down to a trickle. Yawning people in stark business clothes stand together on the way home from work, too tired to comment to each other. A parent waits with a babbling toddler. Carriages pulled by high stepping horses fly by on the street when the light turns, trailed by a leisurely, overloaded trolley car. Even when he was away at school Silas never saw so many people at once. The cramped feeling of the city permeates everything now. Even in the hotel room, seventeen stories up, it feels as if anyone’s eyes might peer in at any moment — how do people here sleep? Or shower? Silas sighs, and takes another bite of his food. Nicholas sits across from him, expertly swirling his cup of tea and taking fake sips of it every few minutes — every now and again they play out an unrehearsed scene in which Silas takes it and sucks down a gulp and Nicholas offers a sly little smile as if he’s just allowing it out of patience and good nature. Silas thinks he probably would, if his biology allowed him to want the tea in the first place. “Are you nervous?” Nicholas asks, on the third time they play out the scene for the waiter and whoever else might be looking. “Your first day of magic courses.” Silas hums. “A little.” Then, when he figures that more honesty is probably warranted, “I don’t want to embarrass you.” “There is no way you could embarrass me.” Nicholas says. “I could, if I get kicked out of the class for being hopeless with magic.”
August 30, 2025 at 3:16 PM
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I should have mentioned -- this is the mama of the adorable kitten that did numbers back in July!! Said kitten and her two siblings are doing amazing and have officially found homes, we are just waiting on them to hit 8 weeks old (roughly) and get their first shots/deworming.
A small gray kitten curled up in a gray and white blanket, fast asleep. Two gray kittens and one black kitten curled up together asleep in a cat tree. A gray kitten with white toes looking up very cutely.
August 24, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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I'm screaming because WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE FIRST TIME I PET THE FERAL CAT WE RESCUED WAS CAUGHT ON CAMERA? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
A black and white home camera image. A small black cat eats wet food from a plate on the floor while a human hand reaches out and strokes her shoulder.
August 24, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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reading an Andrew Joseph White book when I am brutally attacked out of NOWHERE
Text from COMPOUND FRACTURE by Andrew Joseph White. Reads "“Dude,” Dallas says, “you’re thirty. You’re ancient. He’s had a day, don’t be weird.” Michael holds up his hands the same way Dallas did. “We’re gonna hang out for a bit.”"
July 30, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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Divorced & spiraling, Silas starts chasing rumors of a vampire coven. He never thought he'd find it.

But when the head of the coven, 700yo king Nicholas, asks Silas to research their condition, things get stranger.

Because Nicholas is not the only king locked in eternity.

#BluePit📖 #A #F #W #LGBT
A moodboard graphic featuring images of a medieval court gathered around a table, the sweeping appalachian mountains, vampire fangs, the dictionary definition of 'immortal', an old greenhouse, an overgrown abandoned bridge, and a screenshot of the quote "despite everything, it's still you". The text boxes read "Emily Wilde meets Atlantis". The title is "The King In The Mountain". The blurb beneath reads "an adult fantasy about ambition, failure, and change. What remains of us after we have lost everything? Featuring an autistic, non-binary MC, a two thousand year old secret society, an impending disaster and a hot but awkward vampire king!"
July 13, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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They were made to be expendable. Obedient. To free the human worker forever.

They're not what they were made to be.

Adler, a human-dog hybrid, has lost all hope of escaping the retraining facility he calls home. Finn, a captured feral, may just change his mind.

#Bluepit📖 #A #SF #W #OV #LGBT #TR
a moodboard featuring images of: three people cuddling intimately, three people holding hands in the dark, a dimly lit hallway with illuminated eyes looking in from the darkness, someone sitting at the bottom of a stairwell in despair, sharp smiling teeth, someone's arm in medical restraints, bloodied hands, a paper sign saying "OPEN YOUR EYES THIS IS THE REVOLUTION" and an image of sharp teeth that says "LET ME BARE MY TEETH FOR YOU". The text on top of the images reads "THE MERCY OF GODS meets DOGS OF WAR". "HUMAN-ISH", "an adult sci-fi dystopia about oppression, passion, and letting people in so you can all break out"
July 13, 2025 at 4:11 PM
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Checking on (very protective) mom and babies on the nest cam be like...

#CatsofBlueSky
A screenshot from google home nest camera. A black cat looks up at the camera, but with night vision it appears as if her eyes are glowing creepily.
July 12, 2025 at 4:11 AM
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Hey universe.

... What was I upset about, again?

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A picture of a tiny gray kitten curled up in gray blankets.
July 9, 2025 at 3:20 PM
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There is no other way
A screenshot from a YouTube short. There is a person with a cat in their lap on the phone, with the caption "sorry I can't go to work today, I have a cat on my lap"
July 9, 2025 at 3:18 PM
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This is ridiculous. How am I supposed to get work done like this!?
A picture of a tiny gray kitten yawning with her paws outstretched. She is extremely cute.
July 9, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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Update: she is doing alright! Getting her to eat a lot without fussing over the bottle is the big challenge right now (the transition from mama milk to formula can be hard on them) but she is lively and chubby which is exactly what I want her to be. Her eyes should open very soon.
A picture of a tiny gray kitten curled up in some blankets.
July 9, 2025 at 2:05 PM