Britany Raine

Just a wee little reminder that this is out and available. A bite sized Novelette to get your feet wet and your teeth sharpened on what else I have in store 📷 amazon.com/dp/B0FLTCXYXS

Me at work: Me: So when I get home tonight, I work on the climactic battle of the book. Brain: Rock on. Forty chapters in. Time to make it shine. Me: Okay, so we’ve spent the entire book making sure the bad guy is a monster. And she is. She does awful, awful things. She has a body count and a [Redacted], but how does the final battle happen between her and the [Redacted]? Brain: I dunno. Other than “monster who feeds on [Redacted] and entertains herself with [Redacted],” who is she? Me: You know, I’m not quite sure. But I really enjoy the idea of her having a [Redacted]. Brain: Okay, that’s cool too, but hear me out—who is she? Me: I dunno. I’ll figure it out when I get home. Me at home: Brain: Ok, so who is she? Me: Can’t I just write the battle? Brain: We need a few extra details first for when she dies. Like, a villian monologue or something. So we need to know, who is she? Muse: clears throat I have some ideas, but let’s check some things on the Google machine. —3 hours later, after research, brainstorming, plotting details, and compiling a drafted history of who she is— Brain to Muse: Why are you like this? Who hurt you? Muse: smirks and sips coffee It’s a gift. Me: quietly sobbing because I just did something monstrous to my characters and possibly my eventual readers

32 chapters deep into this book. A line Plot is flowing smoothly. B line plot is flowing smoothly. C and D subplots are bobbing and weaving to keep the story deep and tie into the wider universe. And now that I’m moving into the climax… If you don’t count the half dozen or so climaxes that happened in an earlier chapter… sips coffee and tries to look demure and innocent I suddenly don’t know how to make the A line plot come to a head. And no, not that kind, get your mind out of the gutter. sips coffee again That comes in the B line plot climax after the A line plot climaxes anyway. I even sketched an outline, and I know what the outline says happens, but I think it’s lying all of a sudden.

Coming to the conclusion that I’ll never understand other people’s ideas of literacy, what counts as human, what doesn’t, and who can think creatively and who can’t. I tried to watch a video on AI “tells” and one of the subjects was on metaphors and similes that make no god damned sense. And I was like… “Alright, I’m listening.” The example in question was describing silence. Describing silence as “a thunderstorm folded into velvet” And of course there was no context around it. Like… What was happening leading up to the metaphor? Was Shadowdaddy disrobing, his turgid length on full display as she lay helpless against the satin sheets. She swallowed, the faint click in the back of her throat the only thing that dared to break the silence that felt like a thunderstorm folded into velvet? fans self Or in one of my own personal examples. As he crept along the corridor, silence bore down on him, the weight of it felt like a knife trying to press between his ribs, pushing his nerves past reason till he thought he might scream. I mean come on, last I checked, silence didn’t tip any scales and it sure as shit didn’t cut. But when you take into account the MC is walking on what he can only assume is the cieling in a science facility that’s not entirely in the mortal realm anymore and there’s things in there with him that want to wear him like a suit and consume his memories… It makes more sense. That or the slop that was being produced before AI ever leanred to slop has destroyed creative and abstract thinking, and I should just go revise this chapter I’m editing to: Boy bangs Girl. Girl Bangs boy back. Boy bangs girl again. Girl eats boy. Or maybe I should just go take a nap.

Ya know... Last monday I got ome from work and I was all sweaty and gross cause it was close to 90 degrees. I ALMOST put my coat away and started switching around my closet. But then again, I live in Montana and went ahead and checked the weather app. It's only snowed a couple times in the past 3 days =P

Ok, I take it back. I did do some counting. 30 chapters so far. 75,000 words. (Lots of stuff over written, and some gaps I need to fill back in.) And Rensuke has finally, intentionally, reached out to hold her hand. gushes So yes, when I said slow burn, yearning, I meant it =D But you can’t leave out the Urban Fantasy, the Starship trooper esque bugs, the demon flower girl, the Hellhounds on motorcycles, that Yakuza. the Syndicates, the Corpos, Bad dreams, and a shiney gift(or is it a trap) from the Raven of the Silver Zodiac. So many teasers about a book that won’t be published soon. Ugh… lol I’ve also bee working to gather assets for a cover. Attached is the most boring snippet of it I could think of.

@MetamateDaz lol... Being a Gen Xer and having had to spend years explaimning it to Millenials before it ever actually became a thing.

You'll have to pry the millennial “lol” at the end of every sentence from my cold dead hands.

No Gods, No Fate is live on Kindle. $0.99. 48 pages of grim, hard-edged dark fantasy noir. Still free on my Substack if you want to read it there. The Kindle version has a couple edits and a little bonus for the people who want to own it. Either way—come meet Victor. He's having a very bad night. @britanyrainewrites/note/c-236244018?r=7isr0p&utm_source=notes-share-action&utm_medium=web" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">substack.com/@britanyrainew… amazon.com/dp/B0F5NHJFQN

Every character waits for their moment. Some wait decades. The Man Who Waited—how a name I never used became the person who saved my life. New on Substack. Free. Bring coffee. Link in the comments.

Context before I tell this story. These two men have known each other for 5+ years. Everytime they bump into each other, wether at work, out and about, or a couple times at a restaurant—it’s an hour plus conversation. They even worked together for over a year. Here’s the story, as I watched it play out: A and J both at the same time. “Hey man, how’s it been, blah blah.” J. “Is that for J?” A. “Yeah, but how did you know?” J. “Cause that’s my—wait, don’t tell me you don’t know my name?” A. Leans forward and squints at the name tag. “Well Fuck me…” J. “Oh my god, all these years and you don’t—wait a sec, do I know your name?” A. “What’s my name man?” J. “Shit, I don’t think I know.” A. “Well Mr. J, my name is A, nice to fucking meet ya—dumbass.” Then they both laughed and laughed and then proceeded to talk bullshit for 45 minutes while I stared.

I got disctracted yesterday. The whole Fiasco about an ISBN Indexed farse published by an Aussie man that features heavily on defemation and murder porn against that Anti-AI crowd. So I wrote about that and published my vitriol laden response to both camps. But I digress—again. Yesterday was also the scheduled post found below that talks about my unique, if slightly unhinged, approach to the myth that is Writer’s Block and an insight behind my creative process and glimpses of upcoming works. I hope you’ll come have some coffee with me and give it a gander ^_^ Link in Comments.

Oh Goody. A bonus article spawned from my morning DMs about yet another controversy in literature and AI. It’s All Diseased open.substack.com/pub/britanyrai…

@SophiaFioren Thanks ^_^

@B_Rainewrites Soo cute image

A brief little article I whipped up just for the sake of expressing my appreciation for a platform. Go check it out ^_^ open.substack.com/.../p/why-i-lo…...

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