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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 28/09/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! :D For the theme of "still", from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE.

It still simmers in my gut, like a pot that’s just about ready to boil over again. One of the biggest arguments I’ve ever had with Coach.

You need another year or two before you go senior, Zach, blah blah blah. I’m ready, though! I have a pretty consistent triple axel. I'll have the quad toe loop down soon, I just know it. But she still said “no”, pulling the Coach trump card to end the argument. Yuzuru Hanyu went senior when he was 15! Not that I’m Yuzuru Hanyu. Not by a long fucking shot. But that’s not the point. The point is that it isn’t fair.

J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 21/09/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "floor", from my YA Novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Zach, an ambitious 15-year-old figure skater, does a run-through of his exhibition skate.

At first, the song simply plays in my head. The slow tempo tapping and low-key singing sort of waltzes around me as I take up the start position and begin moving around the rink. I do the triple toe loop because it’s fun. The music’s still taking its time as I coast into an easy spread eagle, but my heart’s pumping, waiting for the explosion. My muscles tense, remembering the soaring triple axel in time to a blast of drums and rush of synthesizers. It’s beginning to happen already, even though the music is only in my head. It doesn’t matter. Because the song, that dizzy-mournful, wild-hammering tune, throbs all around me. It’s like I’m shouldering my way through the club and the heavy beat of the music roars, making the air vibrate as I mark the triple -- well, quad -- toe double toe combination and then the triple lutz. I’m flooded by brilliant strobe lights and drums and synthesizers as I leap into the flying camel spin. By the time I roll out onto the dance floor and into the hypnotic step sequence, I’m drowning in the song, the flashing colors, the pulse of bodies all around, the smell of sweat and alcohol and all the crazy noise and confusion. The notes thump and soar as I make my final spins, gushing sonic energy like everyone else in the club. I feel glorious, bright as blazing light reflected off the disco ball. I can’t help smiling as I finish my run-through and coast back to Coach, the energy still humming in my veins.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 14/09/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "leave", from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Zach's coach desperately wants to know what's happened between Zach and his ex, Laura -- something which has impacted his skating -- and Zach is so NOT telling.

“Please, just tell me,” she says.

The words are so simple, but tender and true that it hurts more than if she had said something nasty. Because she really cares. But I don’t want her concern. I want to be left the fuck alone.

“I fucked her,” I say, “just like you fuck your slut wife.”

Boom. Zach 1, Coach 0. Now she might actually leave me alone.

I enjoy seeing the hurt on her face for only a second before desperately hating it.

“Was Laura a slut too?” Coach asks quietly.

Coach 1, Zach 1.

“Shut the fuck up,” I say because I’ve got nothing.

Coach looks at me.

“I’m going to go outside for half an hour and take a walk. I will talk to you when you can speak to me nicely.”

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 11/08/2026

Now with added graphics for legitimacy and stuff. 😁 And hey, if you're an agent searching for a sharp yet healing coming-of-age story about 15-year-old Zach, who's surviving and thriving after trauma, plus his competitive figure skating and love of rock music, please go to my site for contact info.

Gold text on a black background which reads:

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THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 08/08/2026

Update on the enormous zucchini: I chopped it up and cooked it into zucchini tomato sauce over penne pasta. Pictured here with some Parmesan cheese on top. Delicious! The first thing I've cooked in over a year. 😁

A picture of a white bowl on a wooden table. The bowl contains zucchini tomato sauce over penne pasta, plus a healthy sprinkling of shredded Parmesan cheese.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 06/08/2026

Behold, the ginormous zucchini I bought from a small local shop, with a spoon for scale. Going to whip up a lil something with ziti, an onion, garlic, butter, Parmesan cheese, and marinara sauce.

A picture of a very large zucchini lying parallel to a spoon for scale.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 29/07/2026

Tonight my evening class threw me a party, complete with pizza, pasta, donuts, and angel food cake. One of my students also gifted me with this truly marvelous water bottle, which has my name engraved on it. ♥️ In short: my students are incredible (for many reasons) and I will dearly miss them.

A picture of a black metal water bottle with the name JESSE engraved on the side. Behind the name is an engraved decoration depicting school supplies and an apple.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 19/05/2026

Have a huge metal buffalo statue with a huge knitted cap. 🧶

A huge silver statue is a buffalo 🦬 with a red and black knitted cap.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 10/05/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "adore", from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Zach has a flashback to his abusive ex, Laura, and it butts right up against current reality, where he's had an argument with his coach.

“That’s just Mom,” Laura rolls her eyes as if this explains things. For a moment it’s totally ok. It’s fine that her mom calls her own husband an idiot and talks to him like that. Just like it’s normal and fine that Laura calls me a slut. That’s just Laura.

As Coach comes down the stairs I feel nauseous. I had called her wife a slut. The person she adores more than anyone in the world and I know this. They’ve only been married for as long as she’s been my Coach.

“Well? Can you be civil?” she asks.

I nod, hating myself.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 13/04/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "bird", from my YA contemporary novel THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, which I am currently querying. #WritingCommunity #lgbtqwriters

As we walk along the path, the wind whispers and birds are beginning to chirp but the world is otherwise still, so still. It’s like nothing else exists except this moment. And it’s just me and Daniel as light begins creeping up over the ridge. I really want to reach out and touch him. Not to like, kiss him or anything. But just to connect with him.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 05/04/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme "cracks", from my YA contemporary novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, which I'm currently querying.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say, even though I’m scared by what he just said.

“It is a big deal,” he says. “You are not ok and it’s ok to say that. You know that, right?”

When he says that it’s like something inside me cracks. I’m relieved. I feel hopeful. I’m fucking shaking and crying and I can’t stop. The crying comes from someplace deep inside me and it feels like it can go on forever and ever. I’m falling into a million little pieces and I’ll never find all the fragments, never be put back together again, never be whole again.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 04/04/2026

Describe your BlueSky account with a single image.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 26/03/2026

Beatrice is no longer my cat (I had to give her up when I moved to Thailand), but I just re-discovered this picture of her looking at me, and it makes me miss her so much. #CatsofBluesky

An orange tabby laying with her head on her owner's thigh. She's looking lovingly up at her owner with huge, green eyes.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 09/02/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "perfect", from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Zach, the MC and a 15-year-old competitive figure skater, has a moment with his Coach.

Getting off the ice, I put on my skate guards and take my gloves off before sitting down next to Coach. We pull the tape off our skates and unlace together in perfect unison, the years between us unwinding like our laces. It’s so natural it’s practically ridiculous.

“Look at us nerds,” I say.

Coach flicks my shoulder with her thumb and forefinger as we load the skates into my luggage. The little snap of contact stings with easy affection.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 02/02/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme "free", from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. The MC, Zach, is a 15 yo competitive figure skater. He goes on a hike after bombing his short program at a competition and has some realizations.

It’s slow going, up an orange and yellow colored slope through brush and twisted juniper. The sun presses hot against the back of my neck, and sweat sticks between my shoulderblades. There’s only the song of the wind here, the birds in the trees, our footsteps, and steady breathing. It’s wonderful. It’s almost like being alone on the ice in the early mornings, only not. There’s none of the worries of the ice here. Not a botched triple axel, not tomorrow’s free.

The weight on my chest is gone here, too. There’s no Laura, no bad magic tricks, no loneliness. Nothing. Just sun and breath. And possibilities that beckon like blue skies ahead. Future victories at competitions. Remembering. Maybe even enjoying sex. People who will love me like Jamie, Coach, and Daniel do.

All of that is comforting and infinite and equally as impossible as the weight itself

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 25/01/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "glance", from my WIP novel, DANCING UNDERNEATH YOU. Rigan weighs in on her friend Sivas and his proclivities.

I know Sivas. His laughs. His sighs. The way he looks at men. It's the same way some women look at cattle when they are evaluating which ones to cull from the herd: quick glances, sizing them up. This one is too tall. This one too stocky. This one too thin and gangly. This one too old and crooked. But this one --

This one doesn't have to be handsome or fair. This one isn't the right height, or weight, or build. This one simply will do.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 11/01/2026

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "breeze". From my coming-of-age novel which I am querying, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Zach has a dream about his ex, Laura, who he is very ambivalent about.

The blanket is so soft as we sit on it, chowing down on cheese sandwiches. There’s so much about her I love today. Her freckles, like a scatter of stars across the bridge of her nose. The soft pinkness of her lips. Her laughter and kindness. (What is she plotting?) The jangle of her bracelets is a sweet song, and when a breeze gusts, there’s the sticky smell of her perfume, like cotton candy. I don’t mind the smell now, though most of the time I’m not sure if I like it or hate it.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 06/01/2026

My Mom's boyfriend was so excited about the job offer I received today that he bought a six pack of massive cinnamon rolls to celebrate. They're truly epic; the box alone weighs three to four pounds. 😵‍💫

A red box housing six truly gargantuan cinnamon rolls.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 21/12/2025

You know you're a big nerdy reader/writer type when you're excited about getting a new bookshelf for Christmas. ☺️

A picture of a bookshelf with 3 of 4 shelves occupied by some books.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 14/12/2025

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "sweet". From my YA Novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, which I currently #amquerying.

We push through the black double doors to the rink. White light and cold rushes over us. The chill sucks every smell out of the air, leaving nothing but the sweetness of the ice.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 11/12/2025

Ok, a lot of things are crap these days, but have you considered how gorgeous Diego Luna is? Just sayin'.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 28/11/2025

#Novmemeber 27: Fan-cast a character from your story. For the most recent chapter I'm working on in my WIP, DANCING UNDERNEATH YOU, I'd have to fan-cast Diego Luna. He'd play the long-lost uncle of one of my MCs, and serve as an inspiration to my MC on multiple levels.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 27/11/2025

You just died. The 6th picture in your phone gallery is what killed you. Apparently I "did it now" and it ended me lol.

A picture of the author Paulo Coelho alongside a quote attributed to him: "One day you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the things you've always wanted. Do it now."

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 12/11/2025

Convincing you to read my novel by the first sentence. Share yours if you want! This is from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, which I currently #amquerying.

The Weight of the Impossible
by J. S. Kuiken

2018

Saturday, June 9

1. Love Is a Bitch

She has to ruin everything.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 12/11/2025

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! For the theme of "glass", from my YA novel THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, which I #amquerying:

Outside the wind blows against the windows and the traffic rumbles by. My heart beats, steadily pumping warmth through my body. But the organ’s fragile as glass too.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 26/10/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon October 26: Line share day! Today's theme: scare! From my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Zach is a 15 yo competitive figure skater, and his Coach has food poisoning. #writesky #queerwriters #writers #lgbtqwriters

“Zach, I can’t take you to practice.”
“But the short program is tomorrow!”
Her grimace deepens.
“I know. Keep your voice down, you’re making me feel more nauseous. I asked Daniel to take you to and from practice today, ok? You still have lessons with him, but you have to practice the rest of the time on your own.”
It feels like she just punched me in the gut, hard, because I’ve never practiced on my own the day before a competition. I’ve always had her, always.
All feel is fear, blinding white and hot.
“Don’t be scared,” she says.
“I’m not,” I snap, because I fucking hate that she knows me so well. But she’s just trying to help, even though she’s in total agony. So I say: “Sorry."

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 24/10/2025

Omg yaaaas it's happened and just in time for Samhain season.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 14/10/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon Oct 14: I have 4 MCs in my current WIP. Here's the blurb I have on them and the book on my website's WIP page: #writersky #queerwriters

Dancing Underneath You

Novel. In an ancient world, Sivas will do anything to save his sick son, Enaid. His loyal friend, Rigan, will follow him to the very ends of the earth, even if it means forsaking her own people. The mercurial and powerful shaman, Sydan, is haunted by a great and terrible loss which threatens to take everything from him. His apprentice, Pul’me, is uncertain about her place while she comes into her power as a woman and a shaman. The lives of these people intersect, criss-crossing through the past and the present in a tale about love, choice . . . and magic.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 12/10/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon October 12: For today's theme, weather, a snippet from my WIP novel, DANCING UNDERNEATH YOU.

Rain begins in the afternoon, warm and seeping through our woolen korda colors. Warm and wet and slick. He's hot beneath me, on top of me, pulsing inside me. His hands are like fire on my skin. Each touch a burning wound. Yet his drowsy, blue-eyed gaze kisses and kisses me. He looks at me; he sees me.

But he's gone now. The warm rain drips against my skin and it's just that. Rain.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 05/10/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon Oct 5: This is from my WIP novel, DANCING UNDERNEATH YOU. It uses the verb "fall", rather than the noun, but I a) really like this paragraph b) couldn't find "fall" as a noun in either of my manuscripts.

But I am falling upwards. The earth separates from my feet and I hover here, near the hearth, in the half dark of my seida. The great leaves of the tree of the soul of the world whisper overhead, through the smoke-hole, and I can see their shadows shifting, moving in the wind of the world.

I have fallen upwards before.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 25/09/2025

Chills. This gives me chills.

As these reflections appeared to emanate from invisible sources behind the paintings, the auditory and visual images overlapped merging into one multisensory experience. Although the sounds and music of prehistoric people are beyond our reach, the study shows that the physical environment actively participated in their activities, co-vibrating and creating reciprocal tangible encounters between the human and more-than-human worlds.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 10/09/2025

Anyways. Here's my excerpt. This is the first time Rigan and Pul'me interact in the novel "on screen" together. Rigan, the narrator, is the ace!warrior and Pul'me is the demi!shaman. #queerwriters

"There you are."

Pul'me's voice sounds the way honeysuckle tastes, and her arms are warm around me. No matter how many times she has run her fingers through my cropped hair, it makes me shiver with pleasure every time. Our foreheads press together, a Skaro greeting I taught her, and we simply meet.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 12/08/2025

This was a cute quiz. Mid-Winter Core poomang.com/en/t/mycore_...

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 09/08/2025

That said, I spent a lot of time on the first page of my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, because I knew it would be crucial towards introducing the voice, main character, and conflict. Here's the results of many rewrites.

2018

Saturday, June 9

1. Love Is a Bitch

She has to ruin everything.
That scent feels like it’s stabbing me in the gut and nausea races up my throat. Running to the bathroom, I leap into a stall, not caring if anyone is there. When that’s all vomited up, I dry heave. Every time I think it’s over I remember that perfume from the girl in the lobby -- the same kind Laura wore -- and start gagging again.

I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to be on the ice, where everything is ok. Instead I’m choking on air and stupid memories.

When it finally stops, I lean against the stall wall, closing my eyes. The metal is cool and comforting against my forehead.

No. No no no fucking no. This isn’t supposed to happen here. I can’t be doing my “magic tricks” during the Freemont Open, before it’s even officially started. I came here to win, not to be fucked up in the bathroom before the Exhibition.

Someone else has come in and I hear him jabbering, probably on his phone, but he sounds muffled and far away.
I can’t even open my eyes. What if I look at myself and it’s like seeing everything through the wrong end of a telescope? Or one of the other magic tricks, where it feels like I’m a little bird flying outside of my body?

I pinch myself, hoping to draw blood, the spike of pain tearing through my skin. Noise fills me like water might fill and stretch and balloon. Opening my eyes, my feet, laced up in my scuffed black skates, don’t seem far away. I’m not drifting outside of my body. My shaking hands and arms are right here, I feel them. I even feel the stinging red crescents my nails left in my forearm.
Thank fuck. The static of panic that I didn’t notice had been building up drains from me suddenly.

“You know what? I don’t fucking care,” I hear the guy on the phone talking loudly. He lets out a frustrated growl and paces furiously.

Pushing out of the stall I nearly run right into him. He looks like he sucked on something pretty sour.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 24/07/2025

Today, spending time with my favorite class of students gave me so much joy. Here they are, 40 of 41 of them, in all their glory.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 20/07/2025

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! Today's theme: lead From my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, featuring Zach, a 15 yo competitive figure skater. He's just trying to figure some things out, plus win the Fremont Open. This is one of my favorite bits of the novel.

Daniel passes by, leading a line of students dragging their luggage to a circle of waiting parents.

The Rude Little Brat springs into a man’s arms.

“Dad, did you see my loops?” she asks.

“Yes,” her dad laughs. “They were so good. You’ve worked so hard to improve.”

RLB smiles like she’d just won Olympic gold.

Gag me. Sappy family moments can go fuck themselves with a rusty fork. The whole wholesome family with Mom and Dad and the 2.5 kids, everyone with their sugary smiles. It all has to be fake, because if it isn’t, the universe is more unfair than I even imagined.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 13/07/2025

#QueerPrompts July 13: Snippet: "gender". This from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, which follows 15-year-old competitive figure skater Zach as he figures things out about his trauma (ie, "magic tricks"), his abusive ex girlfriend, and his raging crush on a skating skills coach, Daniel.

I think about black spaces eating my memory and tripped-out magic tricks. I’m dying inside because it’s all so pent up and ugly. Just wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. The words fly out of my mouth: “Dude, I know how that feels.”

Shit. Fuck. Way to epically blow it, Zach.

Daniel stops and stares at me.

“I mean, not about my gender,” I add, like that means anything.

I don’t know how to cover my ass without explaining this one. But if I tell Daniel, he’ll probably look at me like I’m fucking crazy. A pitying look that’s like nails on a chalkboard. Hideous and sickening. I couldn’t stand it if he looked at me like that. Plus, he’d tell Coach.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 11/07/2025

It's set mostly in a Mesolithic hunter-gatherer culture and it's preoccupied with four MCs as they create a found family. Here's the blurb I currently have up on my website: jskuiken.com/works-in-pro...

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 25/06/2025

Working on my July newsletter, writing about three things I didn't anticipate when I moved to Thailand. One of those three is basically Small Insects with Big Dick Energy. Here's a screencap of my notes for that section. (That one bite was PURPLE, guys. 😱) #amwriting #writersky #writingcommunity

2. Small Insects, Big Dick Energy
(AKA, Where oh where did this bug bite come from and WHY won't it stop ITCHING?!)
big angry PURPLE bite that wouldn't stop itching
IT WAS PURPLE

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 21/06/2025

#QueerPrompts June 21: Snippet: "sun". I believe I've posted this excerpt before, but it's one of my favorite lines from the book. From my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, about a 15 yo competitive figure skater, Zach.

The ice is sleek, smooth and silk beneath my blades as it presses up to meet me. The muscles in my shoulders and neck finally unwind. Coasting a few laps with the other skaters, I let the ice lift me up and welcome me. Just like it has since I was four years old and first tried skating out on the frozen waters of Black Lake. I wasn’t very good at it then, but I loved skating. Loved it like nothing else in my life. It felt as though someone had carved a hole in my heart and then filled it with sunshine. Though I was only four, I knew I would always love the ice.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 15/06/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon June 15: Line share: color. From my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. Daniel, the super hot coach that Zach, the MC, has been crushing on, takes him to karaoke. There, Daniel convinces Zach to sing his favorite Queen song with him. #queerwriters #pride #writingcommunity

Daniel’s voice drops in and mixes with my own, an intimate tangling, our faces close together as we share the mic. He’s looking up at the projector, but I see only him, the deep brown eyes glowing dimly in the scarce light of the bar, the faded colors in his hair shining faintly. The lyrics blend with this vision and my heart swells with something I can’t name or contain.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 08/06/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon June 8: Line share - shine From my YA novel (which I am currently querying), THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE. #QueerWriters #pride #writesky #writingcommunity

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 08/06/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon June 8: Line share - shine From my WIP novel, DANCING UNDERNEATH YOU. #QueerWriters #pride #writesky #writingcommunity

I am bleeding, and I am a woman. The cracks between worlds are bigger for me and I can go through. The noise of this world, the living world, like the crash of the ocean's waves, ebbs. A neverending silence that frightens the spirits of the newly dead, and untrained shamans. A silence that is the beginning and ending and rebirth of all time, dark and promise-full. The tree of the soul of the world is great and black, and the stars and moons shine in her everliving branches.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 03/06/2025

#LGBTQWriteAThon June 1: Hey all, I'm Jesse. I write about trauma and relationships (romantic and platonic). I'm currently querying my first novel while writing the second. You can learn more here: jskuiken.com/works-in-pro... This is the first line from the second novel. #QueerWriters #pride

Her face against mine, her palms pressing against my swollen belly, until the bones of my unborn child scream inside me.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 24/05/2025

After more than a month, my fountain pens are finally inked and I have time to do some substantive writing tonight. 🥳 #amwriting #queerwriters #writingcommunity

A picture of four inked fountain pens. From left to right, the fountain pen color is purple, green, blue, and orange.

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J. S. Kuiken @jskuiken.com · 18/05/2025

#queerwriters Sunday: Line Share Day! This is from my YA novel, THE WEIGHT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE, about a 15 y/o ambitious competitive figure skater, Zach, who contends with some major past trauma. Of all the secondary characters I've written, his coach is one of my favorites. For the theme "pull":

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