I'm the opposite!These days I've been more interested in reading than writing my own story. Send help.
I'm the opposite!These days I've been more interested in reading than writing my own story. Send help.
These days I've been more interested in reading than writing my own story. Send help.
I have a new personal essay out in a new lit journal called Lammergeier, founded by ex-Passages North editors. For anyone who loved the world of Earthsea and the writings of Ursula Le Guin in general:
https://www.lammergeier.org/blog/journeys-to-earthsea-an-ursula-k-le-guin-tribute-isaac-yuen
Also got interviewed for the piece as well: https://www.lammergeier.org/blog/featured-nonfiction-writer-isaac-yuen
In the City of Walls, we do not bury our dead. There is no room. It is not often the world grows, and when it does, the city must expand. When my parents died, I was given a choice of what to do with their remains. The most common fate for our dead is to have the cremated ashes mixed with concrete and used for construction. Every building has a record of the honored dead contained within its walls. For a far higher cost, the ashes could be formed into small jewels. It cost me a large portion of their savings, but now I keep my parents on a necklace.
I was born seventeen years ago, the child of two seasoned construction workers. They named me Alex, and did their best to ready me for life in the City of Walls. At the age of four, my education began, and by the age of eleven, it was determined I was best suited for a lifelong career in construction like my parents.
The work was always plentiful. The world had last grown a few years before I was born, and many of the grand towers planned in the new district remain only partially completed to this day. The majority of construction happens well within the established city, where something is always coming down, and being built anew. The city planners are always assessing the needs of the city, balancing each district's needs for residence, food production, and industry. And of course, construction itself is the main industry of the City of Walls.
Thanks. Yeah, wasn't going for edgy, just kind of distopian and a little grim, like cyberpunk if not necessarily that aesthetic. Vertical gardens have always seemed cool to me, I've got an idea called crop towers, which would be like really tall parking garages, but with crops instead of cars, and lights/sprinklers on the ceilings of each layer.Sounds interesting to me, westegg. Not edgy at all. Was it supposed to be edgy? Cause it isn't. It's just a setting.
Could have a lot of fun learning about vertical gardening, and how they're building that spinning tower in Dubai, and stuff like that.
my thoughts are write what you want to write, worry about what demographic it fits, or how you should change it when you go to edit.I've been workshopping a story in my head for a while now. I think I'm at the point where I've just gotta suck it up, out my ass in a seat, and just write and see what happens.
But I've got one major hurdle - it's a supernatural murder mystery. Should I go with my initial concept of of twenty something college dropout burnouts, or de age them and make them teenagers about to step into adulthood? As far as sex and violence go, I've got nothing that would be too extreme compared to other teen lit, and tonally the story would fit well for that demographic, but I don't read teen lit. I don't know what the audience would expect. Heck, I don't even know how much I'd be allowed to curse! What about recreational drug use? What if a queer character is in a punk band called "Off Center Vulva"? (I'm pretty proud of the name.)
There are no universal ways to write something. Some things that work for some don't work for others.Every time I see you guys in here talking about what you're doing with your writing, I realize that I'm doing a lot of things wrong.
I realize I'm doing nothing. 👀Every time I see you guys in here talking about what you're doing with your writing, I realize that I'm doing a lot of things wrong.
I wish you all the motivation! And luck. And to have fun.So, I finally started my book yesterday. I finally feel the motivation to write after years of apathy via depression. I used to write everyday. Then things fell apart for a long while. But I really want to do this now. I've had these characters in my head for decades but only recently have I tried to piece things together.
Wish me motivation, folks 😊
you can do it, and you can hang out on the discord if you need motivation :PSo, I finally started my book yesterday. I finally feel the motivation to write after years of apathy via depression. I used to write everyday. Then things fell apart for a long while. But I really want to do this now. I've had these characters in my head for decades but only recently have I tried to piece things together.
Wish me motivation, folks 😊
Best of luck with it!So, I finally started my book yesterday. I finally feel the motivation to write after years of apathy via depression. I used to write everyday. Then things fell apart for a long while. But I really want to do this now. I've had these characters in my head for decades but only recently have I tried to piece things together.
Wish me motivation, folks 😊
So here's a question: How do you define a visual identity for a character through writing?
Two of the stories I've brainstormed deal with superheroes. One character I kind of gave a simple look that's easily definable through writing, but the other, who is basically a cyberspace toku hero, feels like he can't be shorthanded that way.
I'm reminded how I always picture Harry Dresden as improbably tall and always with a fedora and coat on, even though he never actually wears the hat in the actual books.
So, I finally started my book yesterday. I finally feel the motivation to write after years of apathy via depression. I used to write everyday. Then things fell apart for a long while. But I really want to do this now. I've had these characters in my head for decades but only recently have I tried to piece things together.
Wish me motivation, folks 😊
i went to a writing + other stuff con this past weekend because a friend was in town to attend it
i think i'm going to get back to writing
Just push through and fix it in editing.My big problem with writing novels is I always lose motivation to finish them half way through but I need a long project to keep me busy so I figure I might as well mess around with plot outlines and what not.
Was it fun? I wish my city had more writing cons. There are a couple local writing groups but I'm usually too nervous to ever learn more about them.
(I know you were talking to Flowers but...) I'm sure I have plenty in my city, as I live in a college town, I have no interest in checking them out. I don't like dealing with people in person, and I don't want to subject anyone to my writing lol.if you have writing groups in your city you owe it to yourself to check them out
(I know you were talking to Flowers but...) I'm sure I have plenty in my city, as I live in a college town, I have no interest in checking them out. I don't like dealing with people in person, and I don't want to subject anyone to my writing lol.
pretty much everyone I tolerate enough to become friends with is antisocial lol.if you'd rather be antisocial then that's on you
but since most people aren't like that, i'd always advice to trying a writing group out if you're writing
having other people support you is nice
I've been to a a few writing groups but my current one is really helpful. We email work around in advance and then rip it to shreds at the actual meeting.
I technically willTotally failed at actually writing this month, though I did get a good prologue and opening. Going to focus my efforts on Camp Nanowrimo next month.
Anyone else signing up?
it's why when there is a writing thread in normal ecterera I typically try to link to this one :P
I take a shower, and then force myself to write no matter how terrible I think it is. Eventually I will hit a sentence I don't feel is horrible, and with time I slowly get in the flow of things again.I feel roadblocked. Stalled. I don't know how else to put it. I physically cannot write anything and it feels like I've been pounding invisible walls for the last month trying to get anything done.
What do you do when this happens?
I'd appreciate any thoughts or constructive criticism. Many thanks.
I liked the first one slightly more but i think in both they are a bit too descriptive without having any hooks to draw the reader into the scene (if thats what you intend). I don't know if this is the first time we meet this character or where they are going but I think a bit more could be done to expand on why the things you point out about the scene are significant, either to her or the reader. For example the cooked meats and spices. What does that mean to the character? Does it remind her of home? Or something she has gone without during her travels? Why is arriving early to Sabah-khun significant? Does she dread it? Or is she excited. Stuff like that.
Hope that is useful.
Oh no!!
Also I don't really have much to say about your snippets since they are sooo short, but you've got the right idea for editing: shorten things up and make it clearer.
I agree with that 100%.This is seriously one of the best underrated threads on the site
Hey everyone,
I am back into working on my novel again. I've put in a ton of work the past 2-3 months, on and off. I thought I might share snippets here and there. I am doing some lite edits and thought I could share both the pre and post edit snippets. The names of places are placeholders (and changed for this).
Original:
Merlivv is greeted by with the smell of cooked meats and spices as she exited the Almog Inn located in the town of Awoti. The awaited day to enter Sabah-khun has arrived sooner than she thought it would and the weather was fantastic. It was a warm, cloudy summer day with just a little bit of fresh cool air blowing in from the ocean which was wafting through the dense forest carrying hints of herbs, sweet flowers, and juicy fruits. Today was a stark contrast to her travels here, that had ended just a few weeks ago.
Post-edit:
Merlivv is welcomed with the smell of cooked meats and spices. She is standing by the exit of the Almog Inn of Awoti. She waited weeks to enter Sabah-khun, and today arrived sooner than expected. It was a warm, cloudy summer day. A slight breeze from the ocean tickled her. It carried hints of herbs, sweet flowers, and juicy fruits from the dense forest. The weather today was quite different from her travels.
I'd appreciate any thoughts or constructive criticism. Many thanks.
Read. Consume inspiring material. Remind yourself why you write. Sometimes, if it's applicable, it's good to go back and read stuff you wrote in the past, both to see how much you've improved and to, again, remind yourself why you write.I feel roadblocked. Stalled. I don't know how else to put it. I physically cannot write anything and it feels like I've been pounding invisible walls for the last month trying to get anything done.
What do you do when this happens?