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-randomly pops in the conversation- The point of annotations is to make you think more deeply about the text and what is going on in it. I don't use them much either, and to be honest, most of my annotations are either snarky comments about the content or hypotheses of things to come. Or recognition of allusions.
If nothing else, just summarize ideas. I'm not entirely sure what sort of text you're reading, but that's usually a good way to go.
An occasional fanfic writer and general lurker. -- Chromatica: An Ib-inspired text adventure featuring Homestuck characters
THAT IS NOT SPADES
THERE IS NO CONSENT
THAT IS LIKE SPADES RAPE
TROLLS WOULD BE DISGUSTED
Originally Posted by invalidgriffin
Where do you keep the chips, dB. Can you turn up the air conditioner? Man why is your internet so slow, it is taking forever to download all these seasons of Digimon. YES Digimon is important to the lesbians process will you stop nagging.
Originally Posted by olivia
Originally Posted by Doodled
Eridan: Hunt for fearsome beast
Very fearsome indeed.
got that bitch a wweb-cartoonist. bitches lovve wweb-cartoonists.
Fanfics
Chapter Fics
Thicker Than Blood 01234: It seemed like a pretty straightforward moraillegience. He provided her with food, she protected him from the other rainbow drinkers. Maybe if her old matesprit hadn't gotten involved, it would have stayed that way.
Wizardstuck 12345678910111213141516: The new Hogwarts students just keep getting weirder every year.
Zombiestuck KKEG (1): They thought that the Earth would be empty, ready for them to rebuild and reshape it as they saw fit. They weren't expecting that the meteors wouldn't hit everywhere, or that they might have some nasty side effects. They weren't expecting the Infected.
Don't Press Buttons (1): As usual, John does something stupid. Only this time, the result is that he becomes a troll, and Karkat becomes a human. Shenanigans ensue.
One-Shots
Blood and Noir: I'd fallen for that trap once. I wasn't going to do it again. The Road Ill Traveled: A poem about Karkat and Terezi written in the style of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Traveled". Pixie Trails: Sometimes luck doesn't even factor in. Unovastuck-Karkat vs Throh and Sawk: Apparently, a Sawk is faster than a Throh. Faster than a Braviary too. Karkat finds out the hard way. Kore Wa Troll Desu Ka?: Includes crossdressing and magical girl transformations. Karkat was not pleased. The Lawyer and the Goddess: Vriska and Terezi are having a very important chat when they get interrupted by a certain juggalo. Prompt Dunp: A group of several short fics I wrote based on prompts, including Tavros and Bro sharing tea, Slick talking with Jade about (briefly) hobbits, and Dave finding a birthday gift for Rose. Tears: Getting stabbed in the chest once sucks. Getting stabbed in the chest twice really sucks. Prey: Nepeta is a clever kitty. Yes: In a moment of weakness, Rose consults her magical cue ball. My Little Sis: An alt!kids fic about Bro raising blue!Jade. Based off of MSB's AU roleplay. Funhouse: John really, REALLY doesn't like clowns. Or music by Pink. Ice Cubes: Bro talks to Nanna before his fated battle with Jack. INDIGO and CaNdY rEd: An altblood pesterlog, featuring mutant Gamzee and indigo Karkat. Kantostuck: John wants to be the very best. Like no one ever was. Disease Called Friendship: Karkat has had a bad time with friends. The Demon: Death sometimes comes in the form you'd least expect. Hope: Even the Prince of Hope doesn't understand it. Hoststuck: Yeah, I don't really know either. Coulrophobia: HONK HONK MOTHERFUCKER Do: Killer: He stalks in the darkness, waiting. Waiting. Awaken: It's hard, being a rainbowdrinker. It's hard and no one understands. Kitten: Hearts Boxcars adopts an adorable kitten. Misery Loves Company: Terezi gives the bad news, and finds out some bad news of her own. Tend the Living: Gogdammit Hussie I hate you. Doll: It's actually a very good thing that Vriska allowed Bec to be prototyped. Don't Die On Me: Terezi discovers a new reason to hate Vriska. BL1ND Buddiie2: Sollux consults Terezi on the best method of seeing without sight. Cold: Dave decides to take a little time out to go see Jade.
Overall, it was good, but you had some problems with ambiguity and redundancy. Your grammar was decent, but there were a few errors. Also, your choice of words could be a little stale or awkward sometimes.
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YES.
Thank you.
I was pretty flamboyant and tried to put a lot of bullshit into the writing when I had wrote it. (Not intentionally of course.)
Too many people were confused or outright befuddled by my word choice, and I went a little overboard with the metaphors. So much so, that I forgot a lot of basic rules of writing.
Not to mention, we weren't allowed to review our own work before handing in this draft, so... yeah. Not my best.
I'm so very glad someone saw the flaws that I didn't see in my story. I can NOT thank you enough Namboto.
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Haha, I'm sure this thing is riddled with problems, but getting it critiqued would be cool, I think.
You are now JACK NOIR. Or is it SPADES SLICK? SCURRILOUS STRAGGLER? You lose track of who you are sometimes. And with the way things have been going, you're not really all that worried about what your name is. You thought a new name would help. You thought a new name would be a chance to start over. You messed things up back on Derse and got exiled to a barren rock.
Things seemed so different then. You changed your name and got ready to achieve what you never could back on Derse. Not as long as she had anything to with it. You took a barren desert and from it forged a mighty city. A city full of life. A city filled to the brim with politicians, thugs, and all kinds of low-lives. A city that had outstanding citizens who would do whatever was right. A city to be proud of.
And you were. You found your old buddies and formed a crew. The Midnight Crew. And you four ruled the city. You had it all. Fame and fortune were yours to do with as you pleased. You were at bent knee for no one. You were the master of your own fate.
Or so you thought.
Then they showed up. THE FELT. A gang in green ran by a mysterious lynchpin known only as LORD ENGLISH. They showed up and undermined the Midnight Crew at every turn. They stole heists out from under noses, overthrew your casino, and gave your reputation a nasty black eye.
Nothing a little brute force couldn't handle you would always say. You always said that when the time was right the Midnight Crew would do what they do best and eliminate THE FELT. With the four of you working together it would be quick, efficient, brutal, and even lucky. Heh. Come to think of it that was the four of you in a nutshell, wasn't it? You're so QUICK to lose your temper and yell, shout, scream and stab. DIAMONDS DROOG was always about being EFFICIENT, to the point of a neurosis, you're sure. And then HEARTS BOXCARS was always BRUTAL when it came to getting the job done, to the point that you always knew you couldn't count on anyone more to bring a swift end to your enemies. And lastly, CLUBS DEUCE was always so LUCKY, that one always seemed a little out of place in the Midnight Crew, but he was as much a member as anyone, and more than a few people have tasted your RAPIER WIT for suggesting otherwise.
Then the time was right. You got together and planned a raid on THE FELT Mansion. You split up and methodically eliminated THE FELT one by one. You again felt like the master of your own fate.
But it wouldn't last.
Something went wrong. With all that weird time bullshit you're really not sure what exactly happened. You're sure she's at the heart of it. That woman. SNOWMAN was the name she goes by as a member of THE FELT. You knew her before. Back on Derse. As the Black Queen, who robbed you of control. Back then you were pushing papers behind a desk because she wanted to piss you off. And it worked. But there was nothing you could do about it. You hated her. And she hated you.
You two couldn't have been more perfect for each other.
You teamed up with some idiotic kids and worked together to take her out of the picture. You destroyed her ring and got her exiled. She was out of your life forever. You were finally free from her and in control of your own life. But then before you even knew it you were exiled too. And then you built a stupid, pointless city, but you've already been over that.
And yet again she had shown up. You had been afraid that after going so long without putting up with her that your hatred would have ebbed away. And yet when you saw her again, you flared up again like she had never been gone.
A hatred that could last forever is what you two had, pure and simple.
Again, you're not sure what happened, but you tried to bust into Engish's safe. Bad move it turns out. You found yourself in a timeline where everyone's dead. All gone. Well, except one. It was just you and her. She ripped your arm off and locked you in that safe to die.
You don't die so easily though.
Time again marched on in a blur. You got out of the safe. You lost track of SNOWMAN. And you marched right up to the mansion of English's right-hand man, DOC SCRATCH, ready to give him the same treatment you had given the rest of THE FELT. But things didn't go like you'd hoped. You missed a few it turns out. Clover was still alive and he brought Quarters with him. You were staring certain death directly in the face. Quarters was gonna pump you full of lead and that was gonna be that. The end of ol' Slick.
But it wasn't the end. You were saved. By her.
You two had yet another reunion. She caught you off guard with a hateful kiss. You were surprised, but responded with one of your own. You two were perfect for each other after all. A match made in hell. Of course then Scratch seperated the two of you. And then he beat you absolutely senseless. Amidst the turmoil and pain, one thought kept finding its way into your head.
"I bet things would be different if my crew were still here."
After your beating was all said and done, you found yourself lying on the roof of a nearby building covered in your own blood staring down the barrel of Scratch's gun. You stared death in the eyes yet again. To your surprise he turned the gun around and handed it to you. You were issued a command.
Kill her.
And you again found yourself under someone else's control, denied your own fate. As if on cue, time again became that mysterious blur. You're not sure how long passed between that moment and the next, where you found her. You two stood atop a roof, she stood there, hands at her side. You stood, Scratch's gun at yours. You had no choice, but you didn't intend to make it all that easy. You would pull the trigger and nothing more. If she dodged, you wouldn't fire again. If she ran, you wouldn't follow. You didn't have it left in you at this point. You felt so hollow that even your usual fury was absent.
You just followed her command and drew the gun. Point and click. The gun went off with a bang like any other, its normalcy caught you off guard. Then again, this is that kind of town. To your surprise, the bullet hit. Shot through the heart. one shot, one kill.
And that was it, you thought. The end of everything. When SNOWMAN dies, so does the universe.
But that didn't matter to you. Even if that weren't the case it'd be over for you. Even if you hated her, she was all you had left. Your crew was gone and now so was she. You sat down and looked up at the sky. A brilliant display of lights was visible as the universe began to tear itself apart. You pulled out a bottle of whisky and took a deep swig before tossing the container across the rooftop. Like any amount of alcohol can take the edge off of the end of the universe.
And as you sit here waiting for the fireworks to end and it to all be over, you begin to think.
You think of SNOWMAN and your history together. You start out blaming her. If she had just left you be, none of this would've happened. Then you began to blame yourself. You should've fought harder and been smarter. Things could've been different. Then you knew it didn't matter what you or she did. It was always going to be this way and there was nothing either of you could've done about it. Not one. Damn. Thing.
You think of the crew that you lost. You think of how things would be if they were here. Boxcars would be yelling at you for screwing things up with her. Deuce would be trying to help you out, but he'd really just be annoying you. And Droog would already have the body disposed of and a plan to escape this whole end of the universe thing all ready to go. You four were always the masters of the world and your destinies.
But alone?
Alone you always find yourself serving someone or something.
Alone you can't do anything except wait for the end.
Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
Ugh, got a problem with dialogue tags, in that whenever I attempt to place some sort of action, thought or image, it seems like it's difficult to put them together without using phrases like "[x] said, as s/he" or having to use gerunds/infinitives in order to phrase what's going on, even when the tense calls for something else. Whenever I try to write the action in front of the dialogue, it ends up looking rather awkward, especially since I still have that gerund/infinitive problem.
And in general, it's very hard for me to unify my dialogue with my action, description or anything else for that matter, it always feels like I'm expecting that my characters haven't exactly finished talking yet and when they probably have, I've got no clue as to how to continue it. And in the end when I try to reread the whole piece, it feels too fixed and mechanic. I've been writing for quite a while now, but I can't seem to shake that problem off.
So because of that, I tend to loathe writing dialogue, can anyone please help here? I can post an example but I don't have it at the moment.
Last edited by Wessolf27; 03-08-2012 at 03:07 AM.
Reason: Grammar, grammar, additional stuff...
You are the Chief of Doom in the Land of Steppe and Silence. Your chumHandle is absentmindedThinker. --you tend to think too much and sometimes you get a bit ahead of yourself-- (you now have a pesterchum)
Originally Posted by crash826
"I KN3W W3 SHOULDN'T H4V3 H4D N3P3T4 DO TH3 3CTOB1OLOGY"
Originally Posted by Cervos
Karkat explains this with bandicoots. I'll explain this with Pokemon (again[again{again}])
You've got your Johnvee and evolved him into Joltijohn and you're like well shit fuck this ground gym leader can't beat him. Gotta restart
But you wanna keep Joltijohn. So you trade Joltijohn to another game session.
You can now restart the old game. You still have Johnvee there to pick up again. He's the same but now he's different. He can live another life that's different from the original like turn him into Flarejohn.
You can also bring your old Joltijohn into your game too. You now how 2 Johns.
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@ Wessolf - Occasionally I have no tags, just action. Doesn't work all the time, but it does work.
For example:
"Really?" Quirk looked up from oiling his chainsword. "Are you even trying? Because, to be quite frank, that's a horrendously inefficient method of killing Vriskas."
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Okay, I've got a bit of a problem/issue/minor annoyance. I'm writing a sci-fi short story. The main character is an alien, from a species that happens to be monogendered and isn't really male or female.
Pronouns. Fucking English and its lack of appropriate pronouns for these things. I'm using E/em/eir for now, but it doesn't stop it from looking awkward as all get out. Any suggestions for alternatives?
Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
Originally Posted by Quirk
Okay, I've got a bit of a problem/issue/minor annoyance. I'm writing a sci-fi short story. The main character is an alien, from a species that happens to be monogendered and isn't really male or female.
Pronouns. Fucking English and its lack of appropriate pronouns for these things. I'm using E/em/eir for now, but it doesn't stop it from looking awkward as all get out. Any suggestions for alternatives?
No matter what constructed gender-neutral pronouns you decide to use, they're probably gonna look pretty weird. But in this particular case, people might be a little more willing to accept it, because hey, aliens. It's like how can justify people constantly throwing around the word "cephalothorax" if half the characters in your story are giant sentient crayfish.
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You could try using words from other languages, that seems to work, but English has no currently existing Gender neutral pronouns, unless you make stuff up.
You could also use gender-pronouns based on personality and mannerisms alone, rather than gender, but that could get a bit touchy. However, hormones do affect personality so...
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So I wrote this thing a while ago for the Let's Ask thread. I very rarely write, and you can probably see why? Any critique or comments are welcome, I like feedback of any kind.
IN THE BOWELS of an unknown world, there lived a tribe of demons so violent, cunning, and powerful that brahman itself prevented their
discovery. For millennia they stalked the long nights in silence, warring with others of their kind, hunting, and rioting, and in their stead a new world
was left behind. For they were Creators; and all that they tried to destroy was replicated eightfold. Amongst all the clans there existed one Creator
larger and more powerful than any other, and with an anger that far surpassed that of any being in existence. Her name was Cruja, and she would
be the one that began it all.
Cruja's rage was not easily provoked. In fact, she was slow and slept often; while the other Creators were cajoling and bickering and upheaving
mountains, she would sing silently to herself. One night while Cruja sang, a fellow Creator tried his luck with her. Mating was common for the demons,
albeit violent. Cruja, however, was not to be had - never had any lesser Creator the audacity to approach her. This night was not an ordinary night.
In the way of their species, the Creator attacked, slashing a hole in Cruja's belly. Her song turning to a roar, the Great Creator keeled over. The void
in her belly healed eightfold - it turned into a child. And her rage was woken.
Rising from her torpor, Cruja's limbs unfurled. The others, knowing instinctively what was to come, burrowed themselves into the dirt - their tunneling
sent crags bursting from the ground around Cruja. The Great Creator's eyes burned with fury. Releasing a cry, she tore the world in two.
From the void of her destruction rose a new land. Only one demon survived the Great Creation, and that was Cruja's son. He waited - millions of years
he waited until he was able to take his true form dictated by the fauna of the Earth that his mother created. And in what the dominant species of Earth
refers to as the Year 2011, he took his true form.
And that is the story of Blueberry the Tarantula.
tumbl with me "El-ahrairah, your people cannot rule the world, for I will not have it so. All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.
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It's got a real folklore-y feel to it!
The concept is great, however the repetition sort of drops the quality. Explicit wording and repetition only really works in Essays, and even then it's not a great strategy.
I would suggest searching for synonyms of words, and replacing certain words with other meanings.
For example;
One calm night while Cruja sang to herself, a fellow kinsman tried his luck with her.
Just minor rewording can have a hugely beneficial effect on one's stories/writing.
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@Quirk, kholhaus: Thanks for the tip, I have tried the "straight-to-action" for dialogue and I agree that it doesn't always work the way I'd like. I'll put down something here, the dream sequence has been bugging me since it doesn't seem to flow smoothly.
Scratch that. The whole dream sequence bothers me. But I can't seem to find a good way to fix it.
Spoilered for long blocks of text
It was the fifth consecutive time that Zeph found himself waking up in cold sweat. It was that nightmare again, he thought. Though in all honesty, it was less of a nightmare and more of a memory he’d rather forget. It was quite old, something he had ever since he was a kid.
He would find himself young again, playing with old friends by the old playground across the street with the creaking seesaws and the broken swings. He would pass by the lonely girl sitting by the side, wearing that dress with prints of yellow flowers—and Zeph would yell at himself not to speak to her, but he wouldn’t listen. He would ask her if she would play with him, and she would always say yes. Then they would all play hide-and-seek and always he would be the “It”. He would sneak in a glance seeing the girl into the hole in the fence that led to the junkyard –as he always feared—, and he would run through that old fence and every time he would find her, a limp body bleeding away from the large gash on her side that had been torn open by a rabid dog, its piercing golden eyes fixed on him as he could hear his heart pounding fast, and moments later he would wake up.
The memories after the nightmare would return to him. He ran. His vision blurred by tears, and his mind racing in terror. The junkyard warden found the girl soon after, barely alive, she died on the way to the hospital.
He would run to his mother, and she would hold him tightly and shoo away the terror in his heart, but he couldn’t stop crying and he would blame himself for everything that happened. But she continued to shush him and scratch his hair. Told him that he never did anything wrong... never did anything wrong.
That was ten years ago, and ever since, the memory of the girl in the dress still haunts him, and he determined that he would be afraid of dogs for the rest of his life.
Zeph sighed and rubbed his eyes, his room was fairly bright with a chart of the stars posted on one of the walls, there was a corkboard on the wall filled with several notes, the biggest one written in glaringly bold marking lines.
“Watch the counter on Aurumsday, Honey.
–Love, Mom
P.S. Don’t go shirking your work today, you promised, remember?”
He took a glance at the calendar, and sure enough, it said Aurumsday right on the clock. “Right…” he mumbled. He let out one last yawn and stretched his arms before getting out of the bed. He picked up his pants when Connor had let himself in.
“Hey Zeph, nice boxers you have there.”
“Get out!” Zeph yelled, almost throwing his pants at him. “How did you open the door anyway?”
Connor smiled and dangled the keys, “Mom gave me these when you didn’t wake up for work.”
Zeph sneered, “Then tell her I’m coming. Just let me get dressed first!”
“Oh yeah, I forgot.”
“What?”
Connor whipped out his phone and took a snapshot, “Say Cheese!”
“Hey!” Zeph dashed for his brother’s phone but Connor had shut the door on him, causing him to crash face first, he fell on the floor, rubbing his forehead. He decided to lay there for a few seconds to ponder about how he would become the next laughingstock of the internet.
He got up, swearing to the Creator that he’s going to tear his brother apart when he finds him. He then puts on his denim pants and a green shirt and goes down stairs, from the third floor to the kitchen at ground level.
EDIT: Bluh, I forgot to say that I added in the rest because I probably want a more general analysis of my writing ability as well. Though... I guess that's already expected?
Last edited by Wessolf27; 03-09-2012 at 02:45 AM.
You are the Chief of Doom in the Land of Steppe and Silence. Your chumHandle is absentmindedThinker. --you tend to think too much and sometimes you get a bit ahead of yourself-- (you now have a pesterchum)
Originally Posted by crash826
"I KN3W W3 SHOULDN'T H4V3 H4D N3P3T4 DO TH3 3CTOB1OLOGY"
Originally Posted by Cervos
Karkat explains this with bandicoots. I'll explain this with Pokemon (again[again{again}])
You've got your Johnvee and evolved him into Joltijohn and you're like well shit fuck this ground gym leader can't beat him. Gotta restart
But you wanna keep Joltijohn. So you trade Joltijohn to another game session.
You can now restart the old game. You still have Johnvee there to pick up again. He's the same but now he's different. He can live another life that's different from the original like turn him into Flarejohn.
You can also bring your old Joltijohn into your game too. You now how 2 Johns.
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@Wessolf
Sometimes when a particular sequence is giving me troubles I try reordering the whole thing. This may be useful here because it is a rough transition from Zeph's dream to his waking life. Maybe it would flow better if you first described the dream, have him wake up in a cold sweat, have him think about the memory the dream came from, then have him reflect on how this have happened five nights in a row. This might help, but keep in mind this is my opinion and I am not a very experienced writer.
As for general analysis, I'm afraid I don't have much to say. To me, beginning something with the line: "It was the five consecutive..." reads as boring. I really like the rest of the piece and I don't want to be turned away by the first line. Do you have more of this story written and posted somewhere? If it's on this thread sorry for not just looking for it. I tend to just go to the most resent post.
(Should I spoiler something like this?)
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Originally Posted by Kestral
@Wessolf
Sometimes when a particular sequence is giving me troubles I try reordering the whole thing. This may be useful here because it is a rough transition from Zeph's dream to his waking life. Maybe it would flow better if you first described the dream, have him wake up in a cold sweat, have him think about the memory the dream came from, then have him reflect on how this have happened five nights in a row. This might help, but keep in mind this is my opinion and I am not a very experienced writer.
As for general analysis, I'm afraid I don't have much to say. To me, beginning something with the line: "It was the five consecutive..." reads as boring. I really like the rest of the piece and I don't want to be turned away by the first line. Do you have more of this story written and posted somewhere? If it's on this thread sorry for not just looking for it. I tend to just go to the most resent post.
(Should I spoiler something like this?)
Ah that's a good tip, never really thought about rearranging the story before, you've got a point there. As for first lines, I also have trouble with those XD; they're actually the most difficult for me to write about since I don't exactly have a good idea of how it's supposed to start.
As for the rest of the story, I'm still working on it, it's not yet complete and that excerpt is the only thing I've posted as of the moment. Thanks for the crit though! It's very appreciated.
You are the Chief of Doom in the Land of Steppe and Silence. Your chumHandle is absentmindedThinker. --you tend to think too much and sometimes you get a bit ahead of yourself-- (you now have a pesterchum)
Originally Posted by crash826
"I KN3W W3 SHOULDN'T H4V3 H4D N3P3T4 DO TH3 3CTOB1OLOGY"
Originally Posted by Cervos
Karkat explains this with bandicoots. I'll explain this with Pokemon (again[again{again}])
You've got your Johnvee and evolved him into Joltijohn and you're like well shit fuck this ground gym leader can't beat him. Gotta restart
But you wanna keep Joltijohn. So you trade Joltijohn to another game session.
You can now restart the old game. You still have Johnvee there to pick up again. He's the same but now he's different. He can live another life that's different from the original like turn him into Flarejohn.
You can also bring your old Joltijohn into your game too. You now how 2 Johns.
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Aha! I knew I'd find a use for this thread quickly enough!
I've run into an issue as of late. I don't necessarily have writer's block, per se, but as of late I keep finding that whenever I try to describe something, I start to venture into dangerously purple territory. Does anybody have some pointers to help someone like me convey an emotion or a detail well enough without sounding too meretricious (or worse yet, like I just straight-up swallowed a thesaurus with a side of mashed potatoes)?
There's a very fine line between "a beautiful sunset" and "a brilliant, flowing aura of orange-pink struggling to stay in line with the afternoon sun" and it's surprisingly difficult not stepping onto that latter side when you can't think of a better way to describe something.
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Originally Posted by The Dr.
Aha! I knew I'd find a use for this thread quickly enough!
I've run into an issue as of late. I don't necessarily have writer's block, per se, but as of late I keep finding that whenever I try to describe something, I start to venture into dangerously purple territory. Does anybody have some pointers to help someone like me convey an emotion or a detail well enough without sounding too meretricious (or worse yet, like I just straight-up swallowed a thesaurus with a side of mashed potatoes)?
There's a very fine line between "a beautiful sunset" and "a brilliant, flowing aura of orange-pink struggling to stay in line with the afternoon sun" and it's surprisingly difficult not stepping onto that latter side when you can't think of a better way to describe something.
Well, there's something to keep in mind, and that's probably the character's thoughts on the matter. Characters have different interests, so that means that they focus on a lot of different things. Take note and ask yourself how interested would the character be when you introduce something to his or her viewpoint. If he's not that interested maybe he would simply acknowledge it, and in some cases they might not even mention it at all! At the same time, when a character is very interested in a certain thing or topic, he or she would definitely be ready to explain everything about it in excruciating detail.
Always take note of a character's state of mind, so it's not just interests, but the level of priority he or she gives at that thing at the moment, so if say... your character is in a very fast-paced scene, he or she wouldn't just suddenly stop and smell the flowers (indicated by long... flowery prose) or for that manner, the level of detail on that guy's clothes or how he swings his weapon around. Instead, try quick and short sentences that give a blow-by-blow description of what's going on.
For background descriptions, it's all right to go with long and slow sentences, with a number of pauses through commas, sorta like this. It would reflect how the character has the time to just relax and look around, or admire, especially if it's his first time in. If it's not, well, she could say that he hadn't been able to take the time to appreciate it because she was in such a hurry.
So I guess there's two things to take notice when trying to gauge on how long or descriptive your sentences should be:
1.) The character's level of interest
2.) The character's level of priority and urgency.
Oh yeah, and take note that it's okay to leave certain things out. The reader should be invited to speculate on what's going on. So by leaving some things out, you're letting the reader think about what's going on or what's going to happen. Show the parts you think is important, and be ready to trim the unnecessary details when you start editing.
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"I KN3W W3 SHOULDN'T H4V3 H4D N3P3T4 DO TH3 3CTOB1OLOGY"
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Karkat explains this with bandicoots. I'll explain this with Pokemon (again[again{again}])
You've got your Johnvee and evolved him into Joltijohn and you're like well shit fuck this ground gym leader can't beat him. Gotta restart
But you wanna keep Joltijohn. So you trade Joltijohn to another game session.
You can now restart the old game. You still have Johnvee there to pick up again. He's the same but now he's different. He can live another life that's different from the original like turn him into Flarejohn.
You can also bring your old Joltijohn into your game too. You now how 2 Johns.
Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
Originally Posted by Quirk
Okay, I've got a bit of a problem/issue/minor annoyance. I'm writing a sci-fi short story. The main character is an alien, from a species that happens to be monogendered and isn't really male or female.
Pronouns. Fucking English and its lack of appropriate pronouns for these things. I'm using E/em/eir for now, but it doesn't stop it from looking awkward as all get out. Any suggestions for alternatives?
English has two singular gender-neutral pronouns: one and it. Both are appropriate to use, but they also ring awkwardly, which is why people tend to disregard them. It still doesn't mean that the English language has no gender-neutral pronouns, though, which is what you and others seem to be stating.
The pronoun one would probably be the easiest to make use of for a general context while the pronoun it would be good for a specific context. One can be followed-up with another in order to differentiate between characters. One sort of example of the usage of one for in a general way would be: One would eat apples while another would eat oranges. Another sort of example for specific usage would be: One could be truthful, but then one would be revealing too much information. Using it can be easier for specific contexts than using one, such as here: Xuglborg (or something) wasn't very happy. It hated the implication that was being made.
Alternatively, it's perfectly acceptable to not use single words to refer to characters. You could try being more general by going with that/this [something]. For example, you could write: That particular [species name or general noun] wasn't very bright.
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Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
So what I'm doing with my current project (tentatively called Shadow) is splitting the perspective between the six main characters. Now with that comes the important decision of who tells what and how much "screen time" they all get.
While this will be tough to manage, it's not really my main concern right now (I'm trying to go one thing at a time with this one). Instead I have the related problem of how to structure the opening chapter. Should I have the perspective switch six times and introduce them all in the first chapter? Or should I do something else (and if so, what do you think would be a good idea?)
As an example, here is the updated version, which includes an introduction to Ray.
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Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
Originally Posted by Namboto
So what I'm doing with my current project (tentatively called Shadow) is splitting the perspective between the six main characters. Now with that comes the important decision of who tells what and how much "screen time" they all get.
While this will be tough to manage, it's not really my main concern right now (I'm trying to go one thing at a time with this one). Instead I have the related problem of how to structure the opening chapter. Should I have the perspective switch six times and introduce them all in the first chapter? Or should I do something else (and if so, what do you think would be a good idea?)
As an example, here is the updated version, which includes an introduction to Ray.
My advice would be to not worry about it at all. If you try to cram all of the characters in the first chapter, it might seem rushed. Instead maybe introduce the most important characters or ones who have/will have the closest relationship(s) with the main-main character. Or the first character, Zane. Whatever is applicable to your story.
Fuck it. No Homestuck character candy corns. I just love everyone too much to select favorites.
Dani is the coolest cat of all the Nepetas.
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Hussie will never make your dreams come true.
Because he is lazy.
Jade confirmed for being a really bad dancer.
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Penetration isn't even something that inherently has to be associated with male genitals. A lot of people just like to put things in their vaginas because there's an important pleasure receptor in there, and which gender (and which real-life flesh-and-blood genitals) one is turned on by doesn't have to have any bearing on that.
I have no interest in penetration why am I answering this
But look at your avatar...
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Not as angry as shipping. PS:Once on the web, there was a man--His name, Ace of Dark-Hearts.
His song is now sung everywhere, even in supermarts.
He found a site called TV Tropes, a famous one for its
Ability to suck you in to its eternal pits.
He set about upon a quest, to gain all that it knew,
Spent million ho'rs upon its feed, looking at all 'twas new.
And once upon that ancient time, he gave the wisdom wise,
To all who called upon him then, or looked into his eyes.
"I'll never, ever, give you up. We'll be there to the end."
He told unto the great website upon the day called Wend.
I know that it's not spelled that way, well tough, you'll just sue me;
But that isn't important to this amazing story.
He spent all of his waking life, chasing that feeble dream,
But the website did not return his ever faithful gleam.
And now upon this olden time, he gave all wisdom wise,
To those who would call upon him, or looked him in the eyes.
His obsession was way to big, it never looked to wane.
Just wax and wax, and wax it did. 'Twas becoming a bane.
A lifetime spent on this dear task, and getting nothing much.
Some thought of him as crazy, while some others called him such.
"A silly task" they told him so, "You are a stupid guy.
The website will not love you back, why do you even try?"
But still in times of recent past, he gathered wisdom wise,
To share to all who listened here, or looked him in the eyes.
Again and then, again again, he listened to their calls.
"An idiot" he heard them say "I do not have the balls
To be a normal person in a life that works just fine;
The knowledge gained is not that great. Why, that is all they whine.
But I, yes I, will prove them wrong, my love and I will show
Yes, all of the common info that nobody does know.
And now, upon these current days-- I've gathered wisdom wise,
I'll share it to all who listen, or look me in the eyes."
Now this old tale has oft been heard, the lover of a site.
He aged and aged, for a long time, 'til all his hair was white.
And then one day, he disappeared. But this, I've heard, is true:
He still exist, and wants to give that knowledge unto you.
You've heard this song about his lust, and it is now you job,
To join him in his sacred goal, and not to join the mob.
For now, until some time unknown, we'll give the wisdom wise,
To share with all who will listen, or look us in the eyes.
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naw dude, cheese is like coagulated. It's coagulated protein found in milk.
Okay fine, it is fermented, but so is like yogurt, and I don't ever remember going to Bert F. Yogurt's for my friend's birthday.
That's probably because Bert is a registered sex offender.
Was, he got off on those charges remember?
Getting off on stuff is what got him charged to begin with!
Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
Originally Posted by Namboto
So what I'm doing with my current project (tentatively called Shadow) is splitting the perspective between the six main characters. Now with that comes the important decision of who tells what and how much "screen time" they all get.
While this will be tough to manage, it's not really my main concern right now (I'm trying to go one thing at a time with this one). Instead I have the related problem of how to structure the opening chapter. Should I have the perspective switch six times and introduce them all in the first chapter? Or should I do something else (and if so, what do you think would be a good idea?)
As an example, here is the updated version, which includes an introduction to Ray.
I have a friend who is telling a similar story, but she's split it up into say, 6 shorts, all from a different characters perspective, you could try that?
Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
Originally Posted by Namboto
So what I'm doing with my current project (tentatively called Shadow) is splitting the perspective between the six main characters. Now with that comes the important decision of who tells what and how much "screen time" they all get.
While this will be tough to manage, it's not really my main concern right now (I'm trying to go one thing at a time with this one). Instead I have the related problem of how to structure the opening chapter. Should I have the perspective switch six times and introduce them all in the first chapter? Or should I do something else (and if so, what do you think would be a good idea?)
As an example, here is the updated version, which includes an introduction to Ray.
Take a word from somebody who's writing a story comprised of (and this doesn't even include side ones) 14 main characters: Introduce the characters at a pace that makes sense. Don't just throw the basic exposition of all of the characters in the very first chapter only to reintroduce one of them six chapters later. Of course, on the other hand, don't wait until that character is joined up with the rest of the party to introduce them either. Bring a new character into the story when their part of the story starts. Explain how they got where they did, how they met up with the rest of the characters, etc. I've devoted multiple chapters to explaining how certain characters meet up.
Don't be afraid to have a plot that doesn't necessarily connect at first. You can leave a few ends hanging and then tie them to oneanother as the story goes on, slowly cluing the reader in to how the big puzzle fits together. In the story/game/book/thing I'm writing, there are four distinct "books" each telling the stories of seperate characters. At the very start, the only relation they have is that they belong in the same universe, but as the story begins to progress, the different characters meet up and before long you have characters from one book playing a crucial role in another one.
Basically what I'm trying to say is that as long as everybody has their story told at a time that makes enough sense in context, and that all of the stories end up in a position that makes sense in context, you have a story that works. In context.
Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
Ah, I was wondering when a thread like this will appear again. Good. If anyone would like to give me some criticism for my fic (link in my sig) it would be appreciated. Quirk already gave me some very useful advice on it.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
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Re: "How do I words?" OR "The writing advice, critique, and discussion thread!"
I'll do a read through later Dmatix, but for now I just wanted to introduce something cool that I found. It's a program called Ommwriter that tries to provide a distraction-less writing environment. It's an absolute joy to write in, actually. The fonts (there are four in the free version) are all fairly simple and it removes all the menus and such when you don't need them there. Word, I've found, is much too stifling an environment for me. It's not interesting to look at or write in. Usually I use notepad or some other text editor, but even then it's fairly sterile.
There's two versions: a free one and a for-money one with more features. I've got the free one right now, and am enjoying it quite a bit.
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