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Ramblings of a Wannabe Writer
@kaylee-scott.bsky.social
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https://kscottaline.wordpress.com Full time nerd, part time writer, seeking to break down doors but while apologizing profusely & unnecessarily for doing so. Previously published in Cosmopolitan & The Huffington Post.
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Today’s #wipsnips word is “system”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky #writersky #amwriting
“The whole system is messed up. I wish I would’ve known I didn’t have to pick him up from that hospital when I did. He was an adult, I didn’t have to do anything. I could’ve just left him there so they’d have to keep monitoring him on those meds, keep giving him therapy, something. I don’t know, maybe it would’ve made a difference.” Realizing I wasn’t the only one haunted by the decisions I’d made, I found a bittersweet comfort in knowing we all wished we’d made different choices along the way, choices that may have changed the outcome. I thought about those Choose Your own Adventure books I’d loved when I was younger, where you got to choose what happened next in the story by turning to a different section of the book depending on which choice you made. If you wound up being unhappy with the outcome, you could just turn back the pages and make a different choice, get a different outcome. I realized we were all just wishing we could turn back the pages.
November 25, 2025 at 11:02 AM
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Today’s #wipsnips word is “system”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky #writersky #amwriting
“The whole system is messed up. I wish I would’ve known I didn’t have to pick him up from that hospital when I did. He was an adult, I didn’t have to do anything. I could’ve just left him there so they’d have to keep monitoring him on those meds, keep giving him therapy, something. I don’t know, maybe it would’ve made a difference.” Realizing I wasn’t the only one haunted by the decisions I’d made, I found a bittersweet comfort in knowing we all wished we’d made different choices along the way, choices that may have changed the outcome. I thought about those Choose Your own Adventure books I’d loved when I was younger, where you got to choose what happened next in the story by turning to a different section of the book depending on which choice you made. If you wound up being unhappy with the outcome, you could just turn back the pages and make a different choice, get a different outcome. I realized we were all just wishing we could turn back the pages.
November 25, 2025 at 11:02 AM
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I didn’t have today’s #wipsnips word “debut” so I went with “first” instead. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting
For the first few years Samantha kept up with the Sunday brunches, taking the quick train ride into the city and back, but then the babies started coming. The first one wasn’t so bad. Sure, Samantha had taken a few weeks off while recovering from childbirth and settling into her new role as a mom. But she adjusted relatively quickly (likely having something to do with having a maid to do the all the housework while she focused on the baby and, as her husband delicately put it, “getting out of those fat jeans” and back to her pre-baby weight), and would just bring Molly with her, strapped in one of those baby wrap things, and sip her mimosas over Molly’s little blonde curls. She was thrilled when her doctor told her pump and dump was mostly a myth and, as long as she wasn’t feeling the effects of the alcohol, a drink or two wouldn’t hurt her breastmilk. Lydia wasn’t so sure this was accurate but would only say so to me. She would never dare to even suggest to Samantha how she should parent. Which was wise. Motherhood hadn’t softened Samantha. If anything, it had made her more no non-sense then ever and she would likely rip Lydia’s head off and use the blender to turn it into organic baby food. Molly was honestly such a good baby and mostly slept, the rest of the brunch crew barely even noticing she was there.
November 24, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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I didn’t have today’s #wipsnips word “debut” so I went with “first” instead. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting
For the first few years Samantha kept up with the Sunday brunches, taking the quick train ride into the city and back, but then the babies started coming. The first one wasn’t so bad. Sure, Samantha had taken a few weeks off while recovering from childbirth and settling into her new role as a mom. But she adjusted relatively quickly (likely having something to do with having a maid to do the all the housework while she focused on the baby and, as her husband delicately put it, “getting out of those fat jeans” and back to her pre-baby weight), and would just bring Molly with her, strapped in one of those baby wrap things, and sip her mimosas over Molly’s little blonde curls. She was thrilled when her doctor told her pump and dump was mostly a myth and, as long as she wasn’t feeling the effects of the alcohol, a drink or two wouldn’t hurt her breastmilk. Lydia wasn’t so sure this was accurate but would only say so to me. She would never dare to even suggest to Samantha how she should parent. Which was wise. Motherhood hadn’t softened Samantha. If anything, it had made her more no non-sense then ever and she would likely rip Lydia’s head off and use the blender to turn it into organic baby food. Molly was honestly such a good baby and mostly slept, the rest of the brunch crew barely even noticing she was there.
November 24, 2025 at 7:16 PM
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Hear the story of Rob, who I lost to suicide at 18, after his school left him in another state on a field trip. His family had a law passed afterwards in an effort to prevent similar tragedy in the future. #mentalhealth #suicide #grief #loss #love #writesky
In Honor of Rob Pace
Today is Suicide Survivors Day and I wanted to take a moment to honor the two men in my life who I lost to suicide. I made two videos in an effort to have them not be too long but I failed miserabl…
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November 23, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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Hear about the inspiration for my current manuscript, Armani & Cigarettes. #wip #mentalhealth #suicide #grief #loss #love #amwriting #writerscommunity #writesky #writersky #booksky (2 of 3)
In Honor of Jimi
Today is Suicide Survivors Day and I wanted to take a moment to honor the two men in my life who I lost to suicide. I made two videos in an effort to have them not be too long but I failed miserabl…
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November 23, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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I have nothing in my #wip for today’s word “global” so I thought I would share some videos I made that address a global issue & a lot of the motivation for my current manuscript. It’s Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month & I talk about two men I lost to suicide. Links in additional post. (1 of 3)
November 23, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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It was as if the world was holding its breath. Beautiful.
November 23, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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kscottaline.wordpress.com/2025/11/22/i...

Hear the story of Rob, who I lost to suicide at 18, after his school left him in another state on a field trip. His family had a law passed afterwards in an effort to prevent similar tragedy in the future. #mentalhealth #suicide #grief #loss #love #writesky
In Honor of Rob Pace
Today is Suicide Survivors Day and I wanted to take a moment to honor the two men in my life who I lost to suicide. I made two videos in an effort to have them not be too long but I failed miserabl…
kscottaline.wordpress.com
November 23, 2025 at 2:47 PM
kaylee-scott.bsky.social
kscottaline.wordpress.com/2025/11/22/i...

Hear about the inspiration for my current manuscript, Armani & Cigarettes. #wip #mentalhealth #suicide #grief #loss #love #amwriting #writerscommunity #writesky #writersky #booksky (2 of 3)
In Honor of Jimi
Today is Suicide Survivors Day and I wanted to take a moment to honor the two men in my life who I lost to suicide. I made two videos in an effort to have them not be too long but I failed miserabl…
kscottaline.wordpress.com
November 23, 2025 at 2:47 PM
kaylee-scott.bsky.social
I have nothing in my #wip for today’s word “global” so I thought I would share some videos I made that address a global issue & a lot of the motivation for my current manuscript. It’s Men’s Mental Health Awareness Month & I talk about two men I lost to suicide. Links in additional post. (1 of 3)
November 23, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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Thank you ❤️
November 22, 2025 at 7:14 PM
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Thank you ❤️
November 22, 2025 at 5:33 PM
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Makes perfect sense to me!
November 22, 2025 at 2:22 PM
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Today’s #wipsnips word is “crystal”. No crystal but I did have “clear”. Trigger warning: sexual assault trauma. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting #survivor #metoo
For months after that I couldn’t even go in my own bedroom. I moved my dresser into the living room of my basement apartment in the city and kept the door to my bedroom shut. It was dead to me. I was dead to me. I didn’t know who I was anymore or how to trust anyone. Most of all I didn’t know how to trust me. It was my fault. I flirted with him. I let him in to my apartment after we’d been drinking. I thought I’d made the lines clear but I must not have. Somehow it was my fault. My home wasn’t safe anymore. I wasn’t safe anymore. The air constantly felt heavy. Heavy to breathe. Heavy on my skin. Just this constant weight, threatening to suffocate me at any moment. Around every corner was danger. I could try to keep explaining how it felt but, the truth is, if you’ve never experienced it there are no words that will do it any justice. To help you understand what it feels like to want to rip off your own skin and leave your body. Not to die. Not at all. But to live without having to do it inside the scene of the crime. My body was a walking crime scene. And all I wanted to do was burn it down.
November 22, 2025 at 1:24 PM
kaylee-scott.bsky.social
Today’s #wipsnips word is “crystal”. No crystal but I did have “clear”. Trigger warning: sexual assault trauma. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting #survivor #metoo
For months after that I couldn’t even go in my own bedroom. I moved my dresser into the living room of my basement apartment in the city and kept the door to my bedroom shut. It was dead to me. I was dead to me. I didn’t know who I was anymore or how to trust anyone. Most of all I didn’t know how to trust me. It was my fault. I flirted with him. I let him in to my apartment after we’d been drinking. I thought I’d made the lines clear but I must not have. Somehow it was my fault. My home wasn’t safe anymore. I wasn’t safe anymore. The air constantly felt heavy. Heavy to breathe. Heavy on my skin. Just this constant weight, threatening to suffocate me at any moment. Around every corner was danger. I could try to keep explaining how it felt but, the truth is, if you’ve never experienced it there are no words that will do it any justice. To help you understand what it feels like to want to rip off your own skin and leave your body. Not to die. Not at all. But to live without having to do it inside the scene of the crime. My body was a walking crime scene. And all I wanted to do was burn it down.
November 22, 2025 at 1:24 PM
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Human stuff is man stuff. The other stuff is toxic man stuff. Too many confuse them.
November 22, 2025 at 1:59 AM
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He is warming your foot so you’re not cold. Very thoughtful of him.
November 22, 2025 at 1:03 AM
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Thank you! She’s an expert snuggler.
November 22, 2025 at 12:47 AM
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Did meet him in almost these exact circumstances in 2005 while working in South Beach lol. I had no idea who he was. I should’ve paid better attention…look at him now! lol
November 21, 2025 at 4:38 PM