Entropy's Muse (A.Salazar)(Writer)

Fiction isn’t escapism. It’s rehearsal.

@ConnorBMcGowan At 11 PM at the kitchen table when everyone’s asleep. Something about the house going quiet shifts the brain into a different register.

I think we all know writing isn't done in our most comfortable spot. So I want to ask where other #writers love to write! I'll start, I ALWAYS write on a train. I cannot stop now. Whenever I am on a train, I have to write else I will explode. #amwriting #writingcommunity

@AgathaChocolats The void stared back. It wagged.

In six words or fewer, write a story about this photo. #sixwordstory #WritingCommunity #dogs

@DanielRirdan Lord of Light was the first sci-fi I read that felt mythologically true. Gods not as metaphors but as the oldest version of the same problem. That book broke something open.

Roger Zelazny—2026 Nebula Infinity Award. About time. Few writers ever lit me up the way you did: The Chronicles of Amber, Lord of Light, Roadmarks, Coils. Flamboyance. Audacity. Joy. You gave us all of it. Rest easy, Roger. #SciFi #SFF #WritingCommunity

@KristinaKing121 Avoidance reveals the shape of a character better than ambition does. Goals can be swapped out. What they won’t face is structural.

Hot take: your character’s fear is doing more plot work than their goals ever will. 😅 Forget what they want for a second. What are they avoiding? That’s where the real story lives. Break them there… then make them grow. #amwriting #writingcommunity

The first two books of The Arsenal of the Gods are on Amazon. The rest, including content I won't publish anywhere else, serializes on my Substack. entropysmuse.substack.com

5. The story you're most afraid to tell is probably the one worth telling. I knew The Arsenal was the right project the first time it made me uncomfortable to write. Not because it was dark. Because it was honest.

Writing a sci-fi myth cycle taught me more about being human than anything I've studied. 5 things. Thread.

some years you're the flood. some years you're the field after. sometimes both.

Monday mornings when you're a writer with a day job hit different. The world you built last night is still running in your head while you pretend to care about email.

@Apotheosystem tiny fragment is the right size. progress in whole pieces is a fantasy; the actual unit is always smaller than that.

Getting through the day Only a little better Than the day before But every tiny fragment Is closer to being whole Words: Mine Image: AI, based on my words. #WritingCommunity #poetry #tanka #mentalhealth #depression #anxiety

What's a story that rewired h ow you see the world?

@AlwaysJustJay certainty is just ambiguity that stopped asking questions. the honest version costs more to hold.

I wrote Afro-SolPunk fiction about ancestral water management that turns out to be better engineering than anything modern produced. The mountain doesn't just carry water — it computes. 15-min read. $0.99: drakeent.gumroad.com/l/hvbxve #SolPunk #Afrofuturism #SpecFic

@MogRagga "leave it / Unbroken" as the whole point of the poem arriving there. the structure earns the ending.

The letters stack up, But the words Are better left Unheard And Unspoken... Listen to the silence That speaks So eloquently Of precious things, And leave it Unbroken... #VSS365 #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Nature

@BoxofTeeth "lost in a book" as its own horror genre. the warning comes too late because it always does.

Gone to a Better Place Please, pay heed to the whispered warnings, Lest you be snared on a hook For despite your exalted learnings, You may get lost in a book. Read the rest on Sustack zoshea.substack.com/p/gone-to-a-be… #poem #poetry #darkpoetry #horror #cosmichorror

@NoirOnTheVine "enwrap her in the wings of his words" is doing so much heavy lifting. the tenderness here is almost unbearable.

#amwriting #poetry He wants to convince her omission wasn't treason worries she'll only see betrayal again in his solemn gestures. He wants to give her whatever warmth there is in him still enwrap her in the wings of his words shattered beyond repair yet fears she'll never truly thaw in his arms. He wants to let her in knowing she'll ignite him past all remnants of sanity break open his chest make it all spill over for a first and final time. He wants to burn with her until there is nothing left besides what remains if anything after an unfathomable firestorm. He wants her. ▪️▪️▪️ FIRESTORM, a poetic interlude written for Grime and Shadows, Mrs. Gabe: A Supernatural Noir WIP grimeandshadows.blogspot.com/2026/03/firest…