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TripleElation Diagonalizing The Matrix from Haifa, Isarel Since: Jan, 2001
Diagonalizing The Matrix
#1: Feb 25th 2012 at 5:29:49 AM

My curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to start this thread. Each of those questions could be a thread unto itself, I'm sure, but as long as the answers don't get too Wall of Text-y (hint), it could provide a bit of a bird's-eye view of, well, what the title says.

Background

  1. At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?
  2. What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?
  3. Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?
  4. What are your influences?
  5. What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?
  6. Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?
  7. What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".
  8. (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?

Practice — skip a point if not applicable.*

Quote in quoteblock tags.

  1. List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.
  2. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.
  3. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.
  4. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you drop a big plot twist.
  5. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.
  6. Copypaste the first line of one of your works...
  7. ...And the last line of that work.

Aaand you're done. grin I'm not giving my own answers here because doing so in the OP would be bad form, but I might do so later if and when a few other people give theirs.

edited 25th Feb '12 5:32:34 AM by TripleElation

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Collen the cutest lizard from it is a mystery Since: Dec, 2010
the cutest lizard
#2: Feb 25th 2012 at 6:37:03 AM

This could be interesting.

Background

1. Eleven
2. At first my writing as full of stupid internet memes and bad grammar, but I Got Better.
3. I prefer action/adventure, but I also incorporate mystery into my works too. The target audience is anybody who likes action/adventure and loadsandloadsofcharacters.
4. J.K. Rowling, author of Harry Potter, plays a big inspiration in world building and such.
5. The most important things in a work are having a coherent plot that makes sense, without having any asspulls. Plenty of foreshadowing and chekhov's guns are useful for this, but having a chapter note list can go a long way.
6. My family reads my work rarely. I only show it to them if I'm confident in what I'm writing. On the internet, anyone can give me CC. Usually, it's positive.
7. Pacing is too fast. "Wow, this sucks, because the story moves too fast when you could have fleshed out many plot points".
8. (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) The four deadly words: "You should stop writing."

Practice — skip a point if not applicable.* If the whole section is not applicable, we recommend you take a break from this site Quote in quoteblock tags.

1. Male: Limus Flanch, App Leteford, Indel Ipponga, Helt Tointret. Female: Delly Fleet, Lin Attera, Gust Felm, Cade Lawsend
2.

Fortunately for him, his friend, Indel Ipponga, casually walked up to him, distracting him from his thoughts.
“Hey, App!” he said with his sometimes annoying happy disposition. Usually it showed in the wrong situations. There was a running joke around the ship that if they went into battle, Indel's annoying habits would make him the first target. “Decided to wake up early today, huh?”

3.
The aforementioned 'massive sea vessel' was a gray, dusty ship with only a few windows scattered around it. Of course, how it looked on the outside didn't matter – as long as civilians knew what was inside. Soldiers, fighters, scouters. People trained to explore the world-wide ocean, to look for another place untouched by the waves. Not an easy task.
As it happened, a soldier happened to be on the top deck – not a professional, but still quite competent, - looking out at the city of Parallax, casting shadows in the morning light. Inspiring. The soldier squinted at the horizon, wishing he could see beyond a normal person's range of vision. That would make their job much easier. However, the soldiers were, for all intents and purposes, normal. No special powers, no magical trinkets, just guts and the potential for anything.

4. not there yet
5.
HELT TOINTRET, sometimes called the eye of the storm, was reluctant to start the meeting without App and Indel. The thirteen soldiers who already were in the room were impatient. They wanted the discussion to commence soon, so they could go back to the daily training they were used to. Sitting around in a stuffy room with the quiet captain wasn't how they wanted to spend their day.
However, Helt had his reasons for why he wouldn't start the meeting yet.
App was a new recruit – quite unusual in that he came from Parallax, and wasn't born on the ship. He managed to be able to join via an act of heroism that he inadvertently performed.
Indel was always an ideal choice. His happiness usually passed on to the other people in the room, which led to a more pleasant meeting.

6.
RUSHING waves rhythmically beat at the side of a massive sea vessel. Mist hovered in the air, floating above the water like light blue fuzz. It would have been an awe inspiring scene – if it hadn't been witnessed seemingly a million times before, if it hadn't been a constant reminder of the world that the people had to live in now.

7. not there yet

edited 25th Feb '12 6:38:11 AM by Collen

Gave them our reactions, our explosions, all that was ours For graphs of passion and charts of stars...
fanty Since: Dec, 2009
#3: Feb 25th 2012 at 7:04:11 AM

(I think I ended up writing a wall of text. I really tried to avoid it, but the temptation to elaborate was irresistible.)

1. At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?

I started writing when I was 10. I'm 21 now.

2. What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?

Phase #1, ages 10-12: I wrote stories about little girls. Those stories would constantly alternate between autobiographical slice-of-life and ridiculous melodrama. I'm not really sure if I was learning anything at all at that stage.

Phase #2, ages 13-15: I wrote utterly pointless violence set in the Standard Fantasy Setting WITH GUNS. What did I learn? I guess all those times I sat around forcing out completely boring chapters out of myself taught me that Quality > Quantity. It was also at the end of this phase that I suddenly realized that there is a difference between stories I make up for my own amusement and stories that are meant to entertain a larger audience.

Phase #3, ages 16-17: I got really taken up with drawing and didn't write as much as I used to. In the meantime, I spent a lot of time reading people's critique on other people's stuff (mostly anime). They never taught us anything story-writing-related at school, so it was lurking online that taught me that there were these things called “character development” and “story climax”, which made me look at my own writings differently.

Phase #4 is the one that is still continuing, and that's where I learnt the most. Starting with that 100% coherent and red-herring-free story I wrote soon after I turned 18. It's looking at that story and seeing that even though it's technically okay, there's still something missing, that made me realize what storytelling is REALLY about.

3. Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?

I'm not really sure if I write within any genre at all... As for the medium, nowadays I mostly write comic book scripts. I had a webcomic which ran for a year, until I deleted it off the face of the internet. The target audience I visualise is different for every story.

4. What are your influences?

Every single thing I have ever read in my entire life had an influence on me. Including forum posts.

5. What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?

The most important thing for a story is to have heart and soul. I'll forgive a story anything as long as I can see that it's trying to say something honest to me. I don't think there's any specific thing you need to keep in mind to achieve this, just listen to you heart!

6. Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?

Everything I've gotten out of critique has always been very story-specific, quoting it here wouldn't mean anything.

7. What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".

The thing that always brings me trouble is the fact that I can only keep one thing in my mind at any one time. I can't focus on several things at once. “At once” means “within the span of same few months”. It makes me neglect important things in my stories. Things as important as co-protagonists. Once I get into the head of any one character, I can't get out of their head, and end up with a complex character who lives in the world of cardboard (or close to it). I don't think I will ever truly solve this problem, my brain is just wired wrong, but I always try to remedy it in any way I can.

8. (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?

There's SO MUCH writing advice I hate!!! But if I really have to nominate the thing I hate the most, then it would be: “You can't do X. Yes, I know, awesome author Y does X all the time, but neither you nor I are awesome author Y, which is why you should do as I tell you.” Such statements always send me into a rage, but I never reply to them.

The “Practice” section is not applicable because I mostly write scripts, and since I write them for myself, they would be very confusing for anybody else to read (and listing names is kinda pointless).

edited 25th Feb '12 7:12:21 AM by fanty

MajorTom Eye'm the cutest! Since: Dec, 2009 Relationship Status: Barbecuing
Eye'm the cutest!
#4: Feb 25th 2012 at 7:31:26 AM

Let's see...

Background:

  1. When I first started composing stories around 10. (I made a one off that never finished and I threw it away.) First started writing more continuously and much more seriously, 24.
  2. Phases: Conception (usually starts with an ending), ad-hoc structuring, improvised production based on a few pre-planned elements. Most important lesson? Don't procrastinate each stage and don't pull things out of your ass very often.
  3. Genres: Varied. Sci-fi/Space Opera is Endless Conflict, adventure classic is Towards the Valley of Flowers. I'm not against writing other genres like fantasy either. Media: Primarily either literature or video games. I have a bit of a story behind my mod for Command and Conquer: Yuri's Revenge and a Metroidvania style game called Macrocosm. Target Audience: Depends on the work. Endless Conflict is 17+. Towards the Valley of Flowers is 7-11. Macrocosm would be all ages (well any age 7 or above. It would not be an Early Childhood kind of game).
  4. Influences....where do I start? I'll admit Eric Nylund is one of them.
  5. Most important thing to get right is a cohesive, established and flowing plot or world. How to get there is by establishing consistent conventions for many things and if need be following a spot of realism to describe some things.
  6. Not yet and I'll leave it at that.
  7. "...because you either delve too deep in trying to describe things in simpler, easier to understand prose so to avoid offending some readers or your sentence structure is too varied, sometimes too long or too complex."
  8. Outline. I hate that advice with a passion. I never do it, I never need it. STOP TELLING ME TO DO IT!

Practice:

1. Male: Mathias Watkins, Tenchi Yamanaka, James Jay Jameson, Roy Jansen, Barry Smith, Benjamin Sharon. Female: Mei Lin, Samantha Watkins, Jessebelle "Jessie" Marietta Noland, Jessica Bailey, Ellie Richards. (I did 6 instead of 4.)

2.

“Sorry we’re late Colonel.” Mat said ducking behind the barricade with his rifle.

“Better late than never Watkins!” Smith said as he glanced around for a count of his team. “Anyone seen Noland? Sasha? Viktor? Benjamin?”

“I haven’t seen her since we pulled back from the motor pool! I think she got separated into the hospital.” Sergeant Major Sharon replied.

“Great now I got to find Jessie. Watkins you just volunteered! Get in that hospital and find her and get her out of there! Yamanaka! Daniel! Get on the line and give us a hand!”

Mat took off to the right intent on finding his missing comrade, the newest member of Assault Team Bravo, the 22 year old fair skinned, blonde haired, blue eyed, small chested Staff Sergeant Jessebelle “Jessie” Marietta Noland. Standing only four feet eight inches tall and weighing a mere eighty-four pounds she was the smallest member of the team ever, her build and complexion was often easily mistaken for a child quite a few years her junior. But at the same time, she had proven herself in combat several years earlier at Tarsius and had passed full training for AT: Bravo.

Meanwhile inside the hospital amidst the echoes of gunfire…

“You think you elves got what it takes to kill me? Not a fucking chance! I am Jessie Noland and I have faced your kind before and sent you packing!”

3. Does Scenery Porn count? This is but part of the scene.

The mixed band of interlopers continued on their progress through the mountains of Kumizome. The Kumizome range itself was a band of volcanic mountains located on the Dreyorball continent of Koridou on the temperate band of the planet’s southern hemisphere. Autumn had come to these mountains, a strange coincidence Mat felt considering it would be early autumn back in San Francisco at this point as well. The mountainsides were decked with the deep scarlet leaves of Antara cherry trees in full autumn fade. Alongside them in the pale early light of day lay Kagonawa spruce mixing in the cherry trees still evergreen though it was now too late in the year for either tree’s fruit. A third tree species also adorned the mountainside known as Kamizou aspen. A deciduous species like Antara cherry, it bore no fruit however. It was most notable for its bizarre autumn coloration, specifically that of spring pink and white, like cherry petals on Earth. The air around Mathias and the rest lay thick with the falling leaves of the Kamizou making the air resemble a light snowfall though for the Kumizome mountains snow would still be a ways away. Beyond the group a great river valley sloped below and to the south, the Preyarans called this river the Masa. The Masa river had the peculiar tendency to collect cherry petals in great rafts in the spring circling them around in pools between the river’s rapids as it cut through the Kumizome’s basalt and andesite rock formations. All together the forested valley was tranquil, peaceful, sleepy one would say in the time shortly before dawn.

4. This is probably a bit lengthy for what you are asking but hey. This is a big plot twist for this character anyways. (It's not quite a series twisting Wham Episode but it works.)

Talen’s group immediately opened up with automatic fire from their weapons showering the opposing rebel Lancers in a sea of particle bolt fire and dropping them left and right. At the same time, Parus locked on to the rightmost Kappa and fired his A-96 quickly causing the tank’s destruction. In the meantime Anzan aimed his bow launcher at the leftmost Kasha and loosed his last rocket downrange slamming into the vehicle’s turret disabling it from the fight. Two more large explosions quickly followed along the line disabling another Kappa tank and knocking out an Oni M-Tech.

“Keep it up!” Talen commanded as she shuffled over next to Anzan behind the sandbags.

Another Kappa still in direct line of sight turned its gun away from the loyalist task force to the south and turned it towards Talen’s position near Anzan.

“Parus! Hit that one now!” She yelled.

Parus readied his A-96 launcher.

“I’m on it!” He said steadying his aim as a particle bolt from the infantry further away struck him in the chest.

Parus dropped his launcher and fell back. Anzan rushed over to his aid.

“Parus are you alright?” Anzan said helping his friend.

“Heh. I’ll be fine, it didn’t go through.” Parus replied as he got up.

The other group of three Lancers near Talen tried to distract the Kappa tank still trained on Talen and Anzan peppering it with small arms fire. But the tactic worked too well, the Kappa turned its main gun on them and fired blasting the three apart.

“Give me a break!” Talen yelled frustrated at having been effectively wiped out again today.

But as she stood ready to charge the tank up close a swarm of Tsurugi missiles streaked in from the north destroying the offending Kappa and several more of the other vehicles including two of the M-Techs. The red and white M-Tech from earlier passed by again firing its main cannon three times in quick succession destroying the last two Oni M-Techs and the final remaining Kasha. The remaining rebel Lancers began falling back to the communication tower and the command center as loyalist Lancers pursued from down south, the red and white M-Tech flying over them as they went. Anzan, Talen and Parus took pursuit of the fleeing rebels as well.

“I think we finally did it!” Parus said as the three crossed the airfield sporadic return fire peppering the airfield.

“I know! We got to keep going!” Anzan said concurrently.

But just as they neared the communications tower Parus immediately dropped to the ground with his hands over his neck writhing around in agony. Anzan rushed over to help only to find that Parus had been struck in the throat by a rebel particle bolt. The only partially cauterized wound was bleeding in two places along the diagonal as Parus struggled to catch even a single breath.

“Parus hang on!” Anzan said as he tried to help stop the bleeding and save him. “You’ll be alright, just stay with us!”

Parus kept rolling on the ground gasping for air as Anzan turned him onto his back to try to control the bleeding. But as he tried he saw Parus moving his lips as if he were spelling out words.

“What are you trying to tell me my friend?” Anzan said as he watched closer and began to piece the mouthed words together.

“’Keep…fighting…Anzan…my…Swordmaster…’ What do you mean Parus?”

Parus motioned his right hand off his neck and pounded his fist to the left side of his chest in the manner of saluting a higher rank. He turned his expression to a smile as kept his gaze on Anzan. He was happy to die in defense of his people, happy to die confident Anzan would become the very thing he said he would become.

Anzan could only hang his head and press his hand on his friend’s lifeless body as Talen kept a sorrowful watch. “Die with honor my friend…die with honor.”

5. This scene shows Samantha Watkins at first dealing with the difficulty of going to college far from home and all alone. After this excerpt, let's just say loneliness becomes the least of her challenges.

A warm sunny day pervaded the atmosphere at Rio Azúl University. Summer in Rio Azúl was something Samantha still could never quite get to feel right. Back in San Francisco on Earth, it would be winter, but on Tarsius it was summer during this part of this year for the planet’s orbit was much longer than Earth’s owing to the much hotter star of Sirius A. Even stranger to her, the calendar never lined up evenly, the previous December was shortly before the border of spring. As such even after two years of studies at Rio Azúl University, she still wasn’t used to the extended and disjointed seasons. She could only help but wonder what Master Yamanaka and the rest did anymore. She knew Mat and Tenchi were based out in the Centauri system near Earth in the military and Master Yamanaka remained at their old place in San Francisco continuing his work. It would be Christmas soon and she wondered if she could take off on a trip to see either of them. She reached down her white colored dress and pulled out the locket Master gave her and opened it. She had a picture of both her and Mathias inside and looking into it made her think to herself, could she be any more alone?

The day continued as she returned to her dorm after class. The inside was fairly tidy and well kept, something of an anomaly this side of the campus. As she entered, she heard the voice of her roommate 19 year old Toroko Tezuka, a fellow student hailing from Tarsius as well.

“Samantha I see you’re back!”

Samantha let out a sigh of frustration. “I swear sometimes it seems like college here wants to kill me!”

“Alright, what did you do this time?” Toroko asked.

“What?!? Nothing! It’s just it seems so lonely being here during the Christmas season.”

“Oh that…Well don’t you have anywhere to go for that? Friends, family? Come on there’s got to be somebody out there!”

“My brother is stationed in the military, he hardly ever breaks himself away from duty. It’s as if he loves his job. Then again, considering the stubborn, protective and overly passionate person he is, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in some kind of competition with Tenchi over there.”

“Anybody else? A dad? Mum? Other brothers and sisters?”

“My other ‘brother’ if you want to call him that is Tenchi, the one saddled with him in the military. The closest thing I have to a father is Master Yamanaka back home in San Francisco.”

“Then why are you sticking around here? Go to wherever your brothers are or back home for the holidays. It’s only a one day jump to Earth or the Centauri system from here, two if you make a stop along the way. Unless one of them is off on a trip way out of the way such as the Feyline worlds. Besides, classes don’t begin for another two weeks after Christmas.” Toroko then retorted.

“Maybe I should then come to think of it. I have a little money saved up and a quick trip back home or to Centauri shouldn’t hurt that bad.” Samantha said as she perked up. “But first I need to see what’s available. Last thing I want to find out is…”

6. First line first line? First line of a prologue? First line of the first actual chapter? Well I'll just do all three.

(First line first line)

A wise man once said “All things must pass”, a reminder that nothing whatsoever is eternal.

(First line of actual prose in the prologue)

Gunfire erupted along the empty streets of Rio Azúl in Mat’s direction.

(First line of the first chapter)

“One day, even we will find good fortune…”

7. Not there yet.

edited 25th Feb '12 7:37:20 AM by MajorTom

"Allah may guide their bullets, but Jesus helps those who aim down the sights."
KillerClowns Since: Jan, 2001
#5: Feb 25th 2012 at 9:01:12 AM

Why not?

Background

  1. Started writing at about seven, but it was exactly what you'd expect from a (relatively competent but still immature) seven year old. It's been intermittent since than, so I can't truly claim I have fifteen full years experience.
  2. My "very clearly in elementary school phase." Middle school, I had the best English teacher I've ever had, tough as she was, and it was mostly spent upon honing a Lemony Narrator style. High school saw more stress and less capable teachers: I became a Nietzsche Wannabe, and while my technical writing skill increased, it was wasted upon utter tripe. Started writing Fan Fiction for Fall From Heaven in early college, where I honed my current, unobtrusive, realist style. (Some of it ascended — if you're ever playing Fall From Heaven, play as Keelyn in Lord of the Balors.) And now, my current style, which is essentially the same save the abandonment of certain eccentricities.
  3. I'm writing a novel that is best called Speculative Fiction since it skates the line between sci-fi and fantasy, and am aiming at college aged and higher: my first chapter is a bloody R-Rated Opening.
  4. George R. R. Martin, most definitely, plus Bio Ware and my own father, a gifted storyteller despite being nearly illiterate from dyslexia, and the sheer amount of weird and wonderful people I seem to encounter.
  5. There is no single rule all must follow, though there are ones I personally stick to. I could say, "you should give a shit about these characters," but Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia mocks that. I would never write an obtrusive narrator, but Discworld's narrator is a character in of himself, and one of the finest I've read.
  6. So far only folk on the internet. Showing my family my current gory, twisted tale would be... embarrassing, while my friends are ruthless critics who I'll only show my work to when I'm ready to have it brutalized. (I wouldn't have it any other way.)
  7. I'm always worried my own many perversions will become far too obvious and end up squicking or simply irritating my potential readers.
  8. "Be original." It's not bad advice, it's just very easy to misinterpret. It isn't the tools you choose to use that shape your story, it's the way you use them. Force yourself to use unusual tools from some misbegotten desire to be unique, and odds are good what lies underneath will be either meaningless, or old shit in a new wrapper. There are exceptions, but such exceptions come from those who have already mastered the old tools.

  • Female: Asayu ul'Valmoth, Rachel Hosseini, Alice Snow, Julia O'Malley. Male: Isaac Rose, Frank O'Malley, Sigmund Clark, Greg O'Malley.

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.
There were two sets of footsteps in the distance, and a voice that sounded like it could belong to a little girl said, "...how about saliva? We have to include that — gotta be complete, after all."

A deeper voice, clearly that of a man, said "not necessarily. You can't really go overboard with The Aristocrats, but you can water it down. You see, spit is to bodily fluid what 'tits' is to Carlin's list of dirty words: it's a total lightweight. Hell, y'know what, I'm gonna go one further; it's more like 'turd'. Yeah, it's gross, but it's still playground level."

Rachel recognized the two immediately, both from their voices and the absurd content of their conversation. Alice and Isaac. A professional assassin turned bodyguard and a biochemist, respectively, they had a live-and-let-live agreement with Rachel and Asayu. But it was generally best to leave them to their business.

Alice replied, "I don't think 'turd' was on the list. It was... let's see, tits, fuck, motherfucker, cocksucker... uh, cunt, shit, and piss..."

Isaac cut in, "nah, he added fart, turd, and twat later."

Sounding amazed, Alice said, "huh. Fart? Really? Kind of a lightweight when you put it in the same category as 'cunt', isn't it? Like jailing a shoplifter with a serial killer..."

Rachel and Asayu exchanged glances; Rachel shook her head in amusement, and they crept away, leaving Isaac and Alice to their ramblings.

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.
They made their way through the wide, twisting streets of Valmoth. Uelane architecture was distinct, and took some getting used to. Made primarily of whitewashed adobe, at least in Valmoth, the buildings possessed an intentionally primitivistic, slightly whimsical feel, preferring smooth curves to sharp corners. The houses all bore the same basic design, but each neighborhood had its own characteristic — here, the community had come together and decided upon green stripes to paint their houses. There, hand prints in purple and red. In another, red clay tiles, perhaps donated by someone wealthier than his peers, or simply involved in the business and eager to advertise, trimmed the edges of every window, door, and corner.

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.
Asayu sat, cross-legged, in meditation, focusing upon the feeling of sloth slipping into her being. She gazed into it. You are not me, she told it. It ignored her, of course. But she had been thinking to herself more than speaking to it, and she cautiously studied its currents, trying to align it with the physical universe without falling in. She could discern only a general direction. West, away from the sun.

So she stood, loaded her pistol, and made her way in that direction. There were more than a few odd stares at her sidearm, but nobody dared ask her about it. Or perhaps it was simply that nobody could be bothered to speak to her about it in this malignant air. So long as they left her to her work, Asayu cared not.

The magic did not leave Asayu unaffected. She found herself moving slowly. It was not simply because she stepped cautiously, avoiding obvious paths and treading lightly to keep her footfalls silent. She found herself... distracted. All sorts of little things that caught her eyes. Here, she stopped to smell a pretty flower. There, to kneel down and place a rock smoothed by a stream into her pocket. Or to watch the monkeys frolick...

Except, she realized with a start, they were certainly not frolicking. She caught a brief glimpse of the terror etched in one's face as it and its companions swung away from the very place Asayu was heading. She was getting close.

  • Copypaste the first line of one of your works...
There was a groan of discomfort, and a woman in her early thirties, in a long, off-white dressing gown crawled out of her sleeping bag.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be skimming through the others, silently and cruelly judging getting to know my fellow writers around these parts.

JHM Apparition in the Woods from Niemandswasser Since: Aug, 2010 Relationship Status: Hounds of love are hunting
Apparition in the Woods
#6: Feb 25th 2012 at 9:47:03 AM

Righty-O, here goes nothing.

  1. Depends on what you mean. In terms of making up stories, I've been creating stories and little skits since I was very young. In terms of actually writing in earnest, I must have started at around twelve or thirteen, at which time I had discovered Lovecraft. My fiction writing tapered off during high school, giving way mostly to schoolwork and song-writing, but as it were, I picked up the pen again in eleventh grade for a creative writing course. My greatest efforts, however, roughly coincided with my discovery of this site and, interestingly, the realisation at how little I'd been reading over the past few years. It was really almost a homecoming, a return to a secret kingdom that I had long forsaken for a self-imposed exile in strange and distant territories. The joy was and is a great one.
  2. My juvenile ephemera leans heavily on what I was reading or otherwise consuming at the time, and so is often lush with verbosity and sinister melodrama, and can be neatly divided into three overlapping phases: Those of arch homage, black comedy and lyrical abstraction, all being far less impressive than they sound. My high school work was much more overtly experimental, wordy but far less intensely so; this presaged my current style, which is more formal but still heavily focused on the interior. The lessons have been simple and sweet with each evolution: Treasure what you know is yours alone, use the right words for the right things, don't obfuscate where clarity would improve the story. Been given tools; have used them.
  3. I guess the key words here are "speculative fiction," but not in the sense that most people use it: Of the Big Three, my greatest sympathy has always been to horror, and it shows. Relating to form, I write in vignettes, then expand them into stories. I used to write mostly poetry, sometimes short stories, also monologues, prose poetry, plays, sketches, haibun, film scripts, flash fiction. So on, so forth. Still do. While I have long aspired to write a graphic novel, and the work to which I devote most of my time has potential in that direction, my low skill in repeating drawings and issues with the script format mean that this is a ways off. Audience is a complicated question, as I resent playing to demographics, but, well... I want to reach sympathetic organisms, for a lack of a better term. People like me. Freaks and geeks who read too much and think too much. Connoisseurs of the peculiar. Otherwise, I'm not sure that I care.
  4. Lots of things, but in terms of writing: I know that my veneration of Thomas Ligotti has almost certainly crept into it, in addition to, in lesser degrees, the sleepwalking surrealism of William Burroughs and John Hawkes; Angela Carter's baroque fables and Neil Gaiman's simple responses; the antiquarian architectures of Machen and Lovecraft; the wry humour and sense of the innate fantastic common to Borges and Barthelme; the dead-eyed, hollow calm found in the prose of Kosinski, Bowles, Straub; Ellison in his righteous and grandiose fantasies and Nabokov in his fantastic and righteous grandiosity; Vonnegut, Bradbury, Baudelaire, the Gospel of Thomas... I got carried away there. I love reading, and I try not to imitate, but I know that I take from what I read, so I talk about it. Many things, then. Perhaps Ligotti most of all, but still, many things.
  5. I'd say, in a word, empathy: A great story makes you feel what the character feels or, on some special occasions—the more impersonal side of horror, for example—what the author feels. A story needs to resonate. This is why some stories, even beautifully written, do not "click" with some people: They do not resonate with those readers. So, how to do this? I cannot say. Of penultimate importance, naturally, is language, though this is often essential to the above and, if lacking, far more easily bettered. Advice? Read more. Write more. Think more.
  6. Yes, yes, yes. Mostly I've had compliments for my more refined works, criticisms for my less refined. I've been called "sophisticated" several times, which makes me glow a little. I've also been called "old-fashioned," about which I have been conflicted but ultimately pleased.
  7. A few: I ramble. I over-think things. I do not conserve detail. I edit too minutely, too rarely. I am arrogant and self-indulgent. Nothing happens; everyone lives in their heads. Too much happens; there are too many stories, too many people. So it goes.
  8. Honestly? Most of it. Especially when people start to talk about how one should structure a book. They talk about how you should always have a climax here, an antagonist there, how X plot build is essential to Y genre, how Z is never done except by the most masterful writers and that's only because they are somehow magically allowed to "break the rules." Worse, when they get theoretical in their justifications as to how a writer should use their formula: How all characters in a given context should be written with a given archetype in mind, and how those archetypes must be filled in order to make your book worth reading. For all their good intentions, such people are, by definition, hacks, and I resent that they should restrain good writers with their presumptions and give bad ones scaffolding on which to build their mediocrity. This is not to say that literary theory and playing with archetypes are bad things; to the contrary, they are things that a great writer knows intuitively, through experience and experiment, and plays with at their leisure, knowingly exploiting or discarding elements where they see fit. Yet so many think that all beauty lies solely within technique, and so damn themselves with narrow expectations. It pains me.

P.S. Sorry about the text wall. I know that you didn't want that to happen but, being who I am... well, it happened. I hope that you don't pass on me for want of shorter answers.

edited 25th Feb '12 9:52:53 AM by JHM

I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
RiotousRascal Since: Dec, 2010
#7: Feb 25th 2012 at 9:56:14 AM

Ok, cool.

Background

  • At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?
I think it would have been around 10. Not sure.
  • What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?
I guess - thematically, at least - there's been a transition between a phase where the basis of what I write is "look at this cool thing, see what it does" and a phase where the basis is "look at these cool people, see what they do". In other words, the ideas that stories originate from are now, for me, more tied up in characters than in the setting.
  • Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?
Extremely postmodernist takes on Urban Fantasy, with a great deal of potential fourth-wall breakage. My current idea is novel-length, although I mostly tend to write short stories. I had (and have) a great interest in Visual Novels as a medium, but seeing as my drawing skills are roughly on par with those of the Giant Rat of Sumatra, making one myself was never an option for me. As for my target audience...is "TV Tropes readers" specific enough?
  • What are your influences?
Anything and everything, but mainly Discworld, the Nasuverse and Charles Stross.
  • What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?
Maintaining consistent characterisation. Probably the most important part of that is how characters talk - their "voice" in other words. Keeping control of that is vital. I have a lot of trouble with this, as most of my characters tend to sound like me when they speak.
  • Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?
I rarely do this. One of my short stories won an award, but that was likely because the prize was chosen out of two entries in that category. I find it very difficult to explain my stories to other people.
  • What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".
I was going to put down "procrastination", but since that's not really what this question is asking, I'd have to say an inability to describe scenes well. Dialogue, for me, is much easier than descriptions.
  • (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?
I couldn't really say.

Practice

  • List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.

Males:

  • Ilariy Nikolaevich Shengelaya
  • Halli Annansida Oleifsson
  • Sindri Jaurnssaul
  • Kermit London

Females:

  • Weaver Cavendish
  • Valentine Laplace
  • Sigre Ahlhilmir Sverrirsdottir
  • Fantasy EDGE/Ekajati (no, seriously)

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.
From an unfinished Nasuverse fanfic.
Who is this guy? I can't see him. Is he standing behind me?

“So there's an economy of scale with this...well, nothing I didn't know already.”

Must be him. Flawless English, by the way. You'd never pick him as a Russian from voice alone.

“I'm sorry. Are you alright? You collapsed pretty much straight away after the watermelon hit you.”

I slowly get to my feet and turn around. First impression time.

Let me put it this way: the way he's dressed, he'd be invisible on a snowy day. Shirt? White. Trousers? White. Waistcoat? White. Sunglasses? White. No, seriously. I've seen pairs like that before. No matter what angle you look at them from, they always seem to be glowing somehow. (It's a side effect of prana flowing through the lenses.) The only part of him that's not white is his hair. It's a sort of lion-ish colour, notably similar to that found on lions. He stops talking to himself when I look at him.

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.
From an unfinished Touhou fanfic, done in the style of a stereotypical pulp detective novel. This is Marisa narrating. If you know Touhou, you should be able to work out who's being described.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Not that that means much. When you drink as much as I do, the days tend to blur into one another. But this one, this one, it stood out. Hard for it not to. The memory's clear as crystal. It was a stormy day. The rain kept etching serpentine patterns on the other side of my Venetian blinds. Overhead, the fan's motor, long since thought to be dead, kept coming back to life and dying again, like an indecisive zombie. On my desk? Half a rainforest's worth of papers. Some important, most not. And on the other side of the desk? Well...like I said, hard to forget a classy dame like that. Hair the colour of quicksilver, and eyes just the same. Green dress. Two swords, sheathed, carried on slings around her waist – and something told me they weren't just for decoration. Seemed like she was permanently surrounded by a cloud of stale cigarette smoke – although funnily enough, I never saw her light one. She was from money, all right; but something in her bearing made it clear she wasn't her own boss. The business card she'd tossed at me all but confirmed it.
  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you drop a big plot twist.
Same Nasuverse fanfic as above.
He drains the last of his tea and stands up.

“And the second possibility?”

He looks at me sharply.

“Вы шпион.”

“You are the spy.”

I reach for my Black Keys...and then stop, suddenly, as if frozen.

No. I didn't freeze.

Something froze my arm.

...Oh, fuck.

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.
Couldn't really find one. Sorry.
  • Copypaste the first line of one of your works...
Driving through a tropical jungle paradise transplanted into the mountains of central Asia, having just stolen ten ingots of questionable precious metals, listening to actually pretty good Russian pop music on the radio and being chased by a bunch of trigger-happy Spetsnaz lunatics in an SUV, all while armed with nothing but a couple of paintball guns, a fountain pen, a car battery and a lot of expensive vodka.
  • ...And the last line of that work.
We can't stop here – it's pterodactyl country.

edited 25th Feb '12 10:01:05 AM by RiotousRascal

CrystalGlacia from at least we're not detroit Since: May, 2009
#8: Feb 25th 2012 at 10:19:14 AM

I feel sad to say that this was kind of difficult and depressing.

  1. At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?
    • I've been assaulted with plotbunnies ever since I was nine or ten years old, but I didn't start putting them to paper until I was in seventh grade. That comes to about four years.
  2. What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?
    • When I started writing for a reason other than for school, I was a rather straight example of the stupid Darker and Edgier early teen anime fangirl. And it showed. Coming to this forum about a year ago and maturing in general made me grow out of it. I guess you could say that the main thing I got out of it was a sense of perspective, with the realization that I am not the greatest writer to have ever lived, and that my ideas are not 100% original.
  3. Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?
  4. What are your influences?
    • I didn't really start getting story ideas until I discovered anime (specifically Pokemon), and I didn't put them to paper until I discovered the likes of Death Note, Bleach, and Darker Than Black. They've had a very strong influence over pretty much everything, but Beach, Pokemon and Death Note have lessened over the years to make room for stuff like Kenshin, Flags Of Our Fathers (the book), and bits and pieces from Real Life.
  5. What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?
    • Maintaining the reader's attention, and making the characters seem like living, breathing human beings deserving of such attention. That means the right balance of description and action and careful characterization.
  6. Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?
    • My mother has read my writing before, but her deep-set beliefs on what is right and good and what is wrong and bad have not made her the most constructive critic in the world; based on what she's said, she doesn't want anything I write to be a.) influenced to even the smallest degree by people I know in real life due to privacy, b.) portray fathers and husbands with a competence level higher than 'moderate', and c.) portray anything that she believes to be right as wrong or misguided. So I do not listen to her anymore. On the other hand, I've gotten far better feedback from the internet. I participated in the Fourth TV Tropes Writing Contest and was generally told to establish the characters better and work on prose. I shy away from showing my writings to people around my school because pretty much everything I've seen from the rest of the school seems to be aimed at children or preteens, and here I am writing about politics, evil fairies, and fucked-up fantasy worlds. Seems like the best way to make my already small pool of acquaintances even smaller :<
  7. What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".
    • When I was in eighth grade, pretty much everything that I wrote was in a poorly handled script format without much description. So I can write dialogue, but I'm still working on figuring out how I write description. My biggest failing is doing this for such a long time without even having what could be called a voice.
  8. (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?
    • 'Write what you know' when it's meant to mean 'don't write specfic' and various ways of phrasing 'make your descriptions vivid'. Number one, there is nothing inherently wrong with specfic in its various forms, and number two, 'make your descriptions vivid' can be taken by a newbie writer to mean 'use Purple Prose'. One of my English teachers said that Purple Prose-y type descriptions are good descriptions, and she showed us a 'good' description of a sunset that included something about angels spilling jam on the sky. That was... no.

Practice- I feel sort of bad that I can't really fill anything in from my primary long plotbunny because I don't feel that my skill level can do that plotbunny justice. The only thing I can fill in is...

  • List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.
    • Male: Ryu Akamura, Sora Akamura, Doctor Adrian Kunstler, Vinicio Acquati, Matthias Cline, Cyrus Favonius
    • Female: Lien Thi Khang, Bianca Cline, Chiara Aurelia Cline, Marla Kunstler, Kagami Maki, Viviana I

edited 25th Feb '12 10:20:25 AM by CrystalGlacia

"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Flyboy Decemberist from the United States Since: Dec, 2011
Decemberist
#9: Feb 25th 2012 at 10:24:31 AM

  • At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?
    • 11-12 (I'm currently 17).
  • What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?
    • I started out with a silly phase influenced strongly by Star Wars and Dragonball Z, but my writing has shifted from mindless action stories to somewhat more sophisticated fare as I've found a certain love for politics and morality discussion. What I learned, in simplest terms, is that nothing I write ever ends up being just a story; usually, it must mean something. What that "something" is varies.
  • Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?
    • Typically some form of speculative fiction, though I often segue into historical fiction. My favorite is alternate history, really. As for target audience, I don't really have anything I shoot for.
  • What are your influences?
    • Generally it depends on what story I'm working on, but I think my biggest role model for writing has been Stephen King.
  • What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?
    • Integration of themes with the plot; characters that feel like they intrinsically belong to the setting they're in. I think a writer should remember that you can have all the messages in the world, but no matter what they are you should try and get them across without simply stopping and having a monologue on the subject; also, one must remember that people, at the end of the day, are largely products of their environment, and that every character should be different based on their backstory and the wider world around them.
  • Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?
    • Friends occasionally. Not my family. Some of my internet friends do. They typically like it, to some degree, but rarely offer anything like sophisticated critiques, etc.
  • What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".
    • Poor integration of dialogue and narrative; I tend to switch back and forth, rather than keeping it coherent, and it comes across as vaguely schizophrenic.
  • (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?

  • List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.
    • I'm going to choose not to do this one, because a lot of the time my characters go nameless until I actually get to the point where I write their first scene, and thus many don't have names at the moment, while most of the rest of their details are done; in addition, many of my characters are actual people (for example, Theodore Roosevelt).
  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.
You have a wonderful family, Kaiser Wilhelm.” A voice said behind him, and Wilhelm turned to find Napoleon standing there, his hands folded behind him. He wore a dark blue and red military uniform, with gold bands running around it. He looked younger than he really was—perhaps 27-30—with slick black hair, a thin, but strong, build, and a pronounced, handsome face. The man’s German was good, though the tinge of a French accent was still noticeable. Wilhelm nodded, accepting the compliment.
  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.
The men of the French Army unloaded their rifles at the advancing German Army—which came like a mass wave across the battlefield, weathering the hundreds upon hundreds of tons of explosives thrown at them with no acknowledgement—as machine gunners fired with deadly precision, mowing down thousands upon thousands of men, and field gun crews fired their howitzers and light artillery with lightning speed, decimating any and every enemy landship that dared come into their sights.
  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you drop a big plot twist.
What has happened, exactly?” He asked. His expression was seemingly calm, but, like the rest of him, was really ready to break into a fit of anger at any moment.

I’m not sure. We got a report of some kind of attack… there was gunfire, and their autocar crashed. I think the perpetrators have been apprehended, but…

But what? What about Alexandrine and Cecilie? What about my daughters?” He turned and grabbed the collar of Maximilian’s coat in a rage. Maximilian said nothing immediately, and after a moment Wilhelm let him go and turned. Soon, he was pacing with his arms crossed, even as, up above, one of the frigates broke away from the battle group and began to lower towards a now-clearing street.

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.
    • At the moment, most of my examples are too long to qualify as an excerpt, so I'll skip this one.
  • Copypaste the first line of one of your works...
It was a refreshingly cool winter’s evening, Kaiser Wilhelm III thought as he made his way down the halls of the Reichstag building.
  • ...And the last line of that work.
    • (It's not finished, but this is the last line of it I have written currently:
They did so even as the combined Anglo-French assault only intensified, and the moment became burned into the collective memory of Europe by the thumping of railway artillery into the now bullet-scorched fields of France.

edited 25th Feb '12 10:29:24 AM by Flyboy

"Shit, our candidate is a psychopath. Better replace him with Newt Gingrich."
Night The future of warfare in UC. from Jaburo Since: Jan, 2001 Relationship Status: Drift compatible
The future of warfare in UC.
#10: Feb 25th 2012 at 12:59:34 PM

At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?
Middle school. I can't honestly remember the exact year, though it was eighth grade. 14/15.

...god, has it really been that long? That's over a decade.

What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?

There was the early days, among the Battle Tech and Gundam Wing fans. (To an extent, I never left BT.) I learned that the first x words I'm going to spew out when I create a new story are bad, and should be regarded as a form of filter-cleaning rather than something to be preserved. I also discovered my counterrevolutionary side.

After exiting that phase there was a period of wandering in the wilderness that lasted years, where nothing was completed nor published. Through high school, most of college. The only works of note were my two Free Space campaigns, Cleaning Crew, and the experimental (devise, write, FRED, and release in 24 hours) campaign Operation Savior. Which was actually delayed three weeks due to a bug I discovered in the process. In reality, this was more of an oasis along the way. The campaigns were not good; nor, really, were they meant to be. They were quick, relatively unique ideas, relative unique implementation of some things (nobody worked so hard to treat warships as actual warships again until the Blue Planet guys), but ultimately not that long or well-done. What I learned, if anything, from such an Out-of-Genre Experience, I could not say. What I learned from the numerous failed works along the way was that I hadn't found the setting to hold my interest or the method to sustain writing over a long term.

Today, the current phase, is most probably marked by the release of Monsters about a year and a half ago. Trying to sum it up is obviously premature.

Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?
I have traditionally been a writer of science fiction, but by now most everything has been tried once. I am unsure of what you mean by "medium" in this context, I suppose it's for the comics sorts among us, but I can't be sure.

Target audience? What's that? No, I'm not quite that bad, but I have counterrevolutionary tendencies when it comes to writing. Many of my first works resulted from identifying a current trend and writing something opposed to it. My current works, too, were counterrevolutionary in some ways, though they have outgrown it.

What are your influences?

I started with Stackpole and Loren L. Coleman, I expect. (I probably still owe something to the former.) Today, there's more owed to Stuart, Banks, Zahn,

What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?

I tend to be stickler for basic continuity over other things, but only as it reaches the audience. (As long as they don't see you breaking the rules, you're not breaking the rules.)

Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?

I don't know that anyone who knows me personally has read my work. I don't make a deal of it to people who actually know me and never have.

What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".

I'm not sure. I suspect it'll come down to "this is not the style in which this should be treated". Or they'll be annoyed with my counterrevolutionary bit. (God knows that's happened before.)

(Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?

I don't know. No, really. I go through cycles of hating pretty much each in turn, but it's never particularly intense.

List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.

Micheal Sanderson; Samuel al-Faddil, Muhammed al-Faddil, Bei.

Nara Rajinderpal; Carolyn Altima, Kate Sentri, Samanatha Heinrichs.

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.

Leon and Daley, and some other ADP sorts, were sitting at a table near her. Leon half-rose, drawing Linna's attention, and yelled to someone in the crowd. “Sanderson, you jackass! You nearly got me killed!”

The man who replied was easy to pick out, he was wearing a USSD uniform. That definitely made him stand out in the crowd here. “Mc Nichol, if I'd known you were going to do something as stupid as strap into a Twelve-Shit, I'd have stayed on!” Twelve-Shit was the not-very-affectionate nickname the ADP had for their K-12S armored troopers. Linna thought something about the man's voice familiar.

He spoke with Leon briefly, and then sat down across from her. Linna's head came up to rebuke him, and she froze. He wasn't looking at her, really paying much attention at all, still talking to Leon. His voice was even more familiar now. Add a hint of electronic distortion and...

He turned to regard Linna, steadily, a flicker of interest, but that was all. No hint of recognition. “Leon told me nobody was using this seat. I see he was wrong.”

Not really handsome, Linna thought. He might be reasonably photogenic, but not that handsome in person. But he had strikingly, intensely blue eyes that added a touch of electricity to meeting his gaze. He was a dirty blond. She'd never pictured him as blond.

He started to stand. And as she'd always feared she would do if she met K-11-2 face-to-face instead of faceplate-to-faceplate, Linna didn't let him walk away. “No. That seat's not taken at all. What's your name?”

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.

A house, two-story. Rustic charm as a design ethic instead of suburban efficiency, with a porch along the front and white half-timbering with yellow siding. It sat in a large cleared area covered in grass that seemed impossibly neatly trimmed to both newcomers. The road itself approached no closer than fifty meters. The nearest treeline was yet further, maybe a hundred.

Some thought had been given to security here, Samuel saw, though whether the gaps were meant to keep others from slipping in or the residents from slipping away wasn't immediately clear. Samuel stepped out of the car and Agito flitted after him, assuming her habitual position about one centimeter above and two to the right of his left shoulder.

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you drop a big plot twist.

I could pretty much use the one below this, but I won't.

K-11-2 hit his suit jets out of desperation, trying for a leap back in a room that wasn't quite high-ceilinged enough to allow it, counting on the fact that most corporate space has a false ceiling to hide the ductwork and the like. Ceiling tiles flew everywhere, fluorescent lighting shattered, and the K-11's head broke at least one sprinkler line. The landing wasn't steady and there was a ringing in his ears from hitting the pipe, but he'd bought a precious two and a half meters to blow the boomer's head clean off.

“Two is clear. How's the fire?”

“Burning the wrong way so far-” The transmission cut off in an earhurting squeal. Jamming, his suit's comm had squelched the noise a moment later.

“Shit.” K-11-2 muttered. Not good.

Moments later Liquid Natural Gas Tank Number Three, about two hundred meters off, exploded.

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.

“Because the K-12S is coming in. It's heavier and the jets aren't as powerful, so it's less mobile. The guns are shorter-barreled, meaning you have to be closer to the target for accurate fire. I've been asking for, demanding, more responsive and more mobile armored troopers since I started this job. The Chief ignored every report I ever wrote. The K-12S still isn't tough enough to stand up to the worst stuff that gets thrown at us, and the fusion ability doesn't matter if we don't get close.” K-11-2 was still less animated than normal, even angry. A bad sign, Leon knew. The man wouldn't have been the first ADP officer to go around the bend or simply burn out. “The first K-12S deployment will kill the whole team, because they couldn't jump the hell out of the way when they got charged by a Fifty-Five. It doesn't have to fuze with them, those bastards can tear you limb from limb. To say nothing of what happens when they get lased in the face.”

If he goes now... Best to just say it. Leon wasn't a subtle man and he didn't do subtle well. “If you leave, the armored trooper unit will fold. Total morale collapse. Total disciplinary collapse. After the fire and pulling off seven Fifty-Five kills on a basic ammo load, plus you pulling off the perfect deployment last night...do you have any idea what a disaster area this place is going to end up as when you quit it protest? You're a lot of people's hero around here, man.”

There was a definite note of sadness in K-11-2's voice, but also sardonic humor. “If I die, they fall apart harder. And I'm dead.” His tone softened. “Mc Nichol, I'm still alive because I'm very good at seeing the danger coming and getting out of the way. That's it. I wasn't smarter or faster or luckier than any of the folks we've lost. What I did have was sharper eyes and more paranoia, to see the danger coming and get out of the way.” A shrug, almost helpless. “There's danger coming. I'm getting out the way.”

Copypaste the first line of one of your works...

Night Life.

“Stop the truck!”

...And the last line of that work.

One way or another, Genom always found a way to profit.

edited 25th Feb '12 1:08:55 PM by Night

Nous restons ici.
Leradny Since: Jan, 2001
#11: Feb 25th 2012 at 1:42:12 PM

1. I began writing when I first read the Harry Potter books, around the year 2000. It was fanfiction. I segued into original fiction around 2005.

2. I went through a purple-prose phase, a bare-bones phase, a drama phase, and am currently stuck in humor. I learned that the first one takes too long, the second is unsatisfying to write, the third one is what everyone is doing, and the fourth one might be what everyone else is doing but it is way more fun.

3. Fantasy, usually of the present-day urban type. Occasionally I delve into plain old literary fiction. Once I wrote a Western and it was fun. I usually write short stories and attempt novels. Right now, I am stepping into screenplays. My target audience: "Adults who like dead foreign authors, really detailed clothing, traveling (or just reading about travelers) and/or terrible puns".

4. CLAMP, Daniel Handler, Diana Wynne Jones, Diane Duane, Disney, Emily Dickinson, Evelyn Lau, Garth Nix, Gary Paulsen, Hayao Miyazaki, Harper Lee, Isabel Allende, Italo Calvino, J. K. Rowling, Joanne Harris, Joss Whedon, Kevin Smith, Laura Esquivel, Lemony Snicket, Lewis Carrol, Louisa May Alcott, Louis Sachar, Margaret Atwood, Margot Lanagan, Mary Stanton, Meredith Ann Pierce, Natalie Goldberg, Neil Cicierega, Patricia C. Wrede, Peter S. Beagle, Pixar, Robin McKinley, Sara Gruen, Sappho, Shelley Wollstonecraft, Tim Burton, Tamora Pierce, Willa Cather, Zora Neale Hurston

5. Whatever gets the most important part of the story across. Plot, characterization, gender equality, the fact that you can write a novel without any vowels besides the letter E. They need to have the drive to write from their heart, discipline to write every day, the ability to take criticism well. Also, it's nice if they have fun.

6. Yes. I experiment 99.9% of the time, so my reviews are mixed.

7. "Wow, this sucks, because she likes clothes too much, uses present tense, sometimes nobody talks for pages, her jokes don't make sense, and I have to find a dictionary to understand her titles!".

8. I don't particularly like it when people tell me to use past tense, especially not when there's no reason other than the reader has a personal preference towards past tense. If it sounds "awkward", I will do my best to change it so that the wording flows better, but I will not change the tense.

Women: Ingrid Chelsea duBois, Beatrice Haig, Daphne Whitford, Lucille Barry (nee Krauss)
Men: Sean Miller, George "Dante" Durante, Liam Harrison, Fear

The second looks like he comes from a whole different world, with the well-made clothes of a desk worker, and black hair curling out from under a hat like shining leafless grapevines. He is surprising enough on his own, coming into our little saloon, but our jaws all drop when he fidgets all the way into his seat—right next to the old man.

Aoife picks up her mobile to call work and say, "You were there last night, Eva, so I won't even lie. I am hungover and I can barely see." Then the date kindly informs her that today is Saturday and even that scrap of unpleasant conversation can be done away with. So she smiles and flops back down into her bedsheets, shifting the mass of orange tangles out from between her neck and the pillow.

Halfway through her afternoon cup of coffee Aoife notices the landline is blinking again. And it is a message from her mum, again. So Aoife deletes it. Again. Then she catches sight of the address scribbled on the message pad and wonders if she should do it today or tomorrow. Being in a good mood, she shrugs, gets dressed, and takes the trolley. Halfway through the ride the buildings become much more genteel—stone or varnished wood instead of concrete and painted lumber, with older architecture that is much better maintained.

Right. Government study. Taking it in the business district only makes sense. But she can't very well go back and change now, so Aoife steps out of the trolley in blue jeans and a black tank top with a red windbreaker, and that's that.

One year ago, Fear couldn't follow them. He had stood in the threshold calling her a crazy bitch. Then he went back in, deadbolted the door, and stood at the window watching as the small white figure with a black and tan shadow inched its way down the street and disappeared around a corner. He watched as sunset fell, bringing with it a mob full of torches and improvised weapons.

He watched as the mob spills into the buildings two by two, like the branches of a tree spreading out its tendrils in fast motion. Or a tangle of snakes, black with glimmering orange spots on a foggy day. He watched, and waited, and when the mob slithered into his room he insisted that the knife on him was the only thing he had. Which was marginally true. Fear was (and still is) very particular about where he hides his real weaponry, and no one had ever found the stash.

Until then. They kicked down the door of the other room, and his throat went dry and stretched—both because his hiding place is in there, and also because someone had decided to hold a knife to his jugular. But they rooted through the hole in the wall and found absolutely nothing, and he dropped to the floor in a paradox of relief and boiling rage while they swept out of his room and into the others. Relief because them being gone had saved his life. Rage because the only person who could have found those things, much less taken them—because the only person he let into his room within the past few months was that bitch who ran away.

And her stupid dog, too.

Looking back on things, it made sense that troublemakers forced to eat their punishment regularly would develop a knack for cooking. And that Linda, who volunteered often, would handle knives as big as her arm with unnerving ease. And that Matthew, who did neither of these things unless he absolutely had no choice in the matter, would not know a paring knife from a whisk.

“Ow,” Matthew said, bleeding all over his potato. No one noticed. The sister was busy watching the troublemakers and Linda was avoiding him. He said, louder: “I’m bleeding all over my potato!”

When I pop into the living room, grab a chair, and cart it upstairs to places unknown, my sister doesn't ask if I need help.

"Did I ever thank you for everything you've done?"

Culex3 They think me mad Since: Jan, 2012
They think me mad
#12: Feb 25th 2012 at 2:23:32 PM

I could fill out the first half, but all my previous works are old enough now that they're not on my current computer beyond my entry for the writing contest, since I spent the last three years working two jobs and being too exhausted for hobbies.

to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee
Tiamatty X-Men X-Pert from Now on Twitter Since: Jan, 2010 Relationship Status: Brony
#13: Feb 25th 2012 at 2:50:23 PM

1. Um, I think I first started trying to write around 14. But I never wrote much. I've probably only been really writing since August. 2. Well, I mostly tried to write a fantasy novel until recently. When I first tried, I just started writing and figured stuff out as I went along. Later on, I tried making outlines, and never liked them. Then I recently switched to a superhero serial, following an outline. I've learned I can't write novels for shit. 3. Superhero webserial aimed mostly at adults (I use casual profanity). 4. Comic books. 5. Interesting characters. And whether the characters seem like real people. 6. I have no friends with an interest in superheroes. I've been posting it online, anyone can read it. 7. Said Bookisms, lack of an overarching plotline, mediocre writing style . . . I can totally understand why anyone would dislike it, frankly. 8. No idea.

1. Alvin Perkliss, Victor Burling, Eddie Evans, Will Mills; Melissa Lenard, Julienne Bourbannais, Janet Lawrence, Karah No-last-name-ever-given.

And I don't actually feel like doing the rest. Maybe later.

X-Men X-Pert, my blog where I talk about X-Men comics.
nrjxll Since: Nov, 2010 Relationship Status: Not war
#14: Feb 25th 2012 at 3:11:38 PM

1. At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?

  • I've been writing for fun since at least second grade, so that would be... 7 or 8? I've considered myself a "writer" for the last decade.
2. What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?
  • I started off (naturally given my age), as primarily concerned with "cool stuff", and what I wrote at the time primarily involved Stuff Blowing Up and action at the expense of anything else. I didn't really learn any "lesson" here - the writing is what you would expect from an elementary school student, and it doesn't embarrass me the way some later works do. As I grew older, there was a brief period where I tried to base my style after whatever author I liked most at the moment, but that quickly ended. By my teens, I had picked up a fair amount of my modern style, but this also featured the works I flinch most from remembering - my problems tending to include incoherent plots and still too much focus on "cool stuff". The biggest change since has been my shift from liking fantasy to science fiction, which has gone along with a different attitude towards writing.
3. Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?
  • I'm largely a science fiction writer these days, though I'm not prepared to rule anything else out (short of pure romance). My preferred medium is literature, but both my longest and (in my opinion) best finished work, and the first thing I'm likely to "publish" (in the TV Tropes sense) are actually comics. I disagree with the idea of having a specific target audience - I like to think the best works should appeal to everyone - but I suspect in practice most of my audience will be people roughly like myself (college-age with a nerdy bent).
4. What are your influences?
  • It might be easier to say what aren't my influences - I've been influenced by just about everything I've ever read/watched/played, whether I liked it or not.
5. What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?
  • The most important thing to get right, I think, is characterization. Everything else is important, but if your characters aren't convincing, then you've failed as a writer. Unfortunately, there's no one catch-all piece of advice on how to write characters - all I can say is that the best thing to do is try and write from life, not make them over-the-top.
6. Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?
  • Not for a long time, but yes. I remember my girlfriend liked my Harry Potter parody a lot, and my friends wanted me to "put more action" in my comics, but it's been a while since my works have really been open to criticism.
7. What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".
  • Let's see here:
    • On a general level, I think my biggest problem is failing to properly convey my ideas. In recent years I've noticed I have a problem with leaving too much in subtext. I'm generally very confident in the basic ideas behind my works, but I tend to worry about properly executing them. I also think some of my characters are unrealistic.
    • As far as specific stylistic flaws, I think I use way too many sentences with dashes - like this - and parenthetical asides. I also still have a tendency towards info-dumping whenever I need to deliver exposition.
8. (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?
  • "Write what you know" - it's not always bad, and can be helpful, but if interpreted wrongly can produce self-insert stories, which I tend to hate.

I'm going to ignore the Practice section, because I don't think comics translate onto the forum very well and nothing else I've written really feels like it deserves to be here.

edited 25th Feb '12 4:11:54 PM by nrjxll

LastHussar The time is now, from the place is here. Since: Jul, 2009
The time is now,
#15: Feb 25th 2012 at 3:31:52 PM

At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?

Mid Teens. – 25-28 years

What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?

Initially too hurried to finish, to get to the end. As I’ve got older I have learned to enjoy each scene, not see it as just something to be got through.

Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?

Usually SF or fantasy/ Current is 'Romance', but really about the leads struggle with identity.

What are your influences?

Usually High Fantasy/Pratchett/Leibner, or comic Sf/Rankin/Holt/Adams. However latest one is a full romantic book (85k words, and counting) set now.

What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?

The initial Hook, and pacing

Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say? I have a friend at work who is helping with my latest MS, checking it is working as I hope it is. Years ago I had some short stories published, and some thought it was an unpublished Douglas Adams, so that was nice

What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".

Writing in the female voice/Thinking as a woman.

(Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?

“Use Said”

Practice —List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.

Gabriel Wright, Richard Gibson, Jason Hardie, Gary

Lucy Castle, Lizzie Gibson, Charlie Hardie, Jennifer Wright. (‘Promises’)

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.

A car drew up outside. Looking through the window above the sink, Rich was first to see it. “Has Charlie mentioned buying a BMW?” he asked.

“No. I can’t imagine her or Betty driving a Beemer.” replied Gabe, joining him at the window just in time to see Charlie open the passenger door and a man in his early fifties appear out the driver’s door on the far side of the car.

“Looks like she’s finally done what I told her to, and gone to bereavement counselling.” said Gabe with a grin. He took his phone out of his pocket, and phoned out.

“Who you calling?” asked Lizzie.

Gabe winked. “Never have to ask a question you don’t know the answer to. Can you stall them outside a minute or so?”

Rich shrugged, “I suppose so. Do I feel a subterfuge coming on?” He and Lizzie went outside onto the drive to greet the pair just as the phone call was answered.

“You’re looking older, greyer and more masculine than I remember.” Gabe said.

“Mum and Toby have arrived then?” Betty giggled. “She wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Well she managed that alright!” Laughed Gabe “What’s he like?”

“He’s really sweet. He looks at Mum like you look at Angel…” she stuttered, suddenly realising. “Oh, I’m sorry Unky, I didn’t mean…”

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.

Gabriel sat on the low wall that separated patio from lawn, alone in the cold winter night. He looked up at the night sky, staring into the dark eternity.

“Hope I’ve done okay for you, Jase, since you went away,” he said softly, allowing the breeze to take his words up to the sky. “Toby’s alright, you’d like him, he’ll look after her and Betty, but I’ll keep an eye on the pair of them for you. I don’t think we need to worry any more, though.” He drained his wine glass, and gazed across the frosty grass.

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you drop a big plot twist.

His phone came to life, and ‘Tainted Love’ broke the silence, filling the room. He looked at it and frowned. Was there a problem?

He answered “Hello Charlie. Is everything OK?”

“No it damn well it isn’t! Gabriel, what the hell have you said to her?” came Charlie’s annoyed voice.

“What? Who? I don’t understand.”

“No, neither do I. Exactly why is Lucy round Rachael’s house crying her eyes out?”

Gabe looked for his car keys, before his shoulder reminded him that wouldn’t be happening. “I have no idea. What’s happened?”

“You don’t do you. You have absolutely no idea what you’ve done. You can be so bloody frustrating sometimes. Just occasionally you should look at yourself before trying to solve the whole World’s problems.” Charlie’s voice wasn’t angry, it was more exasperated than anything. “She has somehow picked up the impression that you are about to dump her.”

Gabriel froze. “Oh.”

“Oh? Is that it? Oh. That’s supposed to be the bit where you strenuously deny it. Whatever you are about to say, it had better be bloody good, Gabriel, or, or, well I’ve no idea what the hell I’ll do, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“NO! But... I’m scared Lucy, scared for you, and I don’t know if I can make the right decision.

Lucy’s reply had an angry tone. “Gabe, stop mucking me about. Don’t say you love me, then tell me I need to go away.”

“Haven’t you listened to me? Have you listened to a word I’m saying?” Gabe was exasperated. “It’s not about me, it’s not about what I want. It’s about what’s best for you.”

“Don’t talk down to me! Who are you to say what’s best for me?

Copypaste the first line of one of your works...

Lucy wasn’t sure why she was doing this. It was, as he had said, half a life time ago. And yet...

...And the last line of that work.

He kissed her

edited 25th Feb '12 3:42:59 PM by LastHussar

Do the job in front of you.
Vyctorian ◥▶◀◤ from Domhain Sceal Since: Mar, 2011
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#16: Feb 25th 2012 at 4:01:19 PM

1. At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?

  • First grade, if you mean writing stories age 20 Before that I was more into drawing. I have two years of experience.

2. What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?

  • I have a few: pre-Na No Wri Mo*, Nano, Writing group Phase, Writing Excuses phase, Now.
    • From Nano: writing 50k words in a month as an emo perfectionist is hard. Every time I needed a refresher I'd read the last chapter then start editing it, by the time In finished editing I was too exhausted and depressed at how much I sucked, to write for very long so I dropped out 20 days in with like 25k down. To this day this is my biggest flaw as a writer.
    • Writing group: Fun and frustrating, and a must do for every new writer. You will learn more about writing, others and yourself than you will reading any blog or article. Seriously, stop reading this and do it. I did it here on TV Tropes.
    • Writing Excuses phase: I found this and still use it to this day, This combined with being in a writing group increased by ability to write ten fold.

3. Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?

  • Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Post Cyber Punk, Sci-Fi and Romance.
    • I write Novellas and Short stories, as well as work on Cmapaign settings and table top stuff.
    • I don't target audiences, I just write. Let my editor/publicist figure who to market me too.

4. What are your influences?

  • Mostly Tv shows and Anime as well as real life. Sadly I have little to no actual literary influences sadly.

5. What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?

  • Characters, but I'm a character driven writer.
    • Make sure they are consistent, and don't bouce off the walls from one personality to another, I'm looking at you Bella Swan. Even a chaotic character like Dead Pool has a consistent personality.

6. Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?

  • I've only let a few people read my work, and it's generally just people going over it for edits.

7. What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".

  • It's not finished. Not descriptive enough is another one.

8. (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?

  • Read more.

edited 25th Feb '12 4:03:12 PM by Vyctorian

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Timpani Since: Feb, 2012
#17: Feb 25th 2012 at 4:12:39 PM

Background

  • 1. I don't remember when I started writing. Probably when I had to write essays for school.
  • 2. I've been through some tense issues (past or present) before settling on past because present reads terribly with long stories imo. That and the necessity to mold each scene before I write it, then rethink my ideas as I keep going. Otherwise there's no flow in the action and the characters make no sense.
  • 3. Fantasy / science fiction in text. I aim at a younger demographic, but don't want to be considered YA fiction too much.
  • 4. Music (instrumental/soundtracks) helps me build scenes and determine how the characters would get there. Problem with that lies in how I may be cobbling similar scenes from other works into one, but hey, what is originality anyway?
  • 5. Scenario. Without proper scene planning, characters just end up places with no excitement or interest from the reader. I'd keep in mind what the reader knows and what they might suspect, then slowly feed them information to fuel suspicions about questions you've raised. Three lines some waiting can really bring the reader into the story, and makes the part where they converge all the better.
  • 6. No.
  • 7. "Wow, this sucks, because these characters are boring."

Practice

  • 1. Male: Quint Lallister, Carmen Verlow, Avery Bordan, Handle Perot
Female: Evelynn Jones, Lilljan, Alex Norwood, Queen (haven't decided her first name) Ruzic

edited 29th Feb '12 8:17:39 PM by Timpani

SalFishFin Since: Jan, 2001
#18: Feb 25th 2012 at 4:51:09 PM

Background

  1. :I started writing my own stories at around age 8, but mostly out of boredom than anything else. I started writing my first Fanfic on 2/22/09, by all appearances.
  2. : Phase 1: Online RPG- Learned general character things. Phase 2: Fanfiction- learned a lot of things; plotting, developing humor, use of character motivation, etc. Phase 3: Current- Not sure what I learned yet.
  3. : I mostly do romance, humor, and action. Not sure about media, but I think I write for around age 15+
  4. : Brian Jacques; I grew up on the Redwall series.
  5. : Characters. If you're gonna have a narrator following someone around, that guy/girl better be worth following. The best way to write a character is, indeed, to write a person.
  6. : Friends? No. Family? Don't even know I write. Internet Buddies? sure!
  7. : "Wow, this sucks, because you don't think about the background of your plot as much as those of your characters."
  8. : "Stop using so many Said Bookisms"

Practice

  1. :
    Male: Bai Mao Akihito, Raymond Daniel Mason, Chadrey Donwick Wintomery Claudsten II (Redwall Fanfic) Blake Kwan Rock
    Female: Takeo Bei Fong, Rieji Takero, Tae Hyun "Tyra" Rock, Mei Lin Min Jee-Rock.
  2. :
    The punches came toward him with great speed, first the right, then the left. He deflected both with his forearms and created an opening. Gritting his teeth against his mouth guard, he leapt in on his surprised foe, delivering a straight jab to the challenger's temple, followed by a powerful right hook to the jaw than knocked off the padded helmet. Long brown hair that was trapped underneath it now flowed freely. Raymond retreated again, smirking at the effect his punches had; the girl was kneeling, one hand on the ground, the other reaching to pick up the padded helmet.
  3. :
    When he opened his eyes, he was in a dry wasteland. Besides the scattered bones and a single gnarled, dried out tree, the only sign that any life had been to this place at all was the cage. And it stood out like a sore thumb. It rattled and rolled along the ground like a tumbleweed, spewing angry growls and snarls at every occasion.
  4. :It's from a fanfic; you wouldn't get it.
  5. :
    "... I'd figured that telling her loved her would help somehow, but now I don't even know what I thought it would accomplish."
    Raymond leaned back. The cold of the headstone somehow managed to seep through his thick shirt, but he didn't mind too terribly.
    "I just feel like a total jerk. I mean, what if I'm forcing her to make a decision she's not ready for? Or if she thinks that she's obligated to love me back? I mean, I love her and everything, but she's been pretty messed up since you died. I can't really put my finger on why exac-"
  6. :
    It had started out as a routine alarm.
  7. :
    "Wouldn't have it any other way."

feotakahari Fuzzy Orange Doomsayer from Looking out at the city Since: Sep, 2009
Fuzzy Orange Doomsayer
#19: Feb 25th 2012 at 10:00:03 PM

Age

  • I consider my current writing to be in some ways an outgrowth of the stuff I've written for school assignments since third grade, and to be in many ways an outgrowth of the poetry I wrote in middle school. However, the very first story I wrote that wasn't for school and was longer than two pages was for the first of the TV Tropes Writing Contests.

Phases

  • I moved away from the standard "cool but implausible stuff" phase as early as ten years old, instead occupying a "cool but meticulously well-constructed" category that's most directly comparable to the Codex Alera. The older I get, the less cool my stories get, but I'd like to think I maintain that sense of realistic usage of completely unreal premises. Also, somewhere in the teenage years, I started to write a lot less stories about loners.

Genres, medium, and audience

  • Medium's the easiest to answer, since I currently don't work with anything other than print, although I have a variety of ideas for other media. As for genre, I write about human bonds tested by unusual circumstances, which usually equates to Paranormal Romance, but doesn't have to. I'm not sure who my audience is, although I try to write things I'd want to read.
Influences
  • On the one hand, we have tender love stories like My Lovely Ghost Kana. On the other hand, we have the worst grotesqueries the Internet can offer. Mix thoroughly until the reader can't tell what's Fanservice and what's Fan Disservice. (More recently, I've been hugely inspired by Drainage City, but I was already writing in a similar style before reading it.)
The most important things
  • I can't say what these are, but the most important thing to me is to never give something more glamour or more hatred than it deserves. Examples of excessive glamour include portraying violence as fun and cool, writing sex between virgins like they're both porn stars, and specifically designing your setting to emphasize the real-life good aspects and eliminate the real-life bad aspects of whatever philosophy you promote. Examples of excessive hatred include making everyone evil who dislikes your protagonist, making everyone evil who disagrees with your philosophy, and ever, ever outright telling the reader to hate someone they might have even the slightest chance of sympathizing with.
Friends and family
  • Only when it's finished. My mother and my brother have liked some of my stories, though.
Your Biggest Failing
  • I'm really, really bad at describing locations, and somewhat awkward at describing characters.
Writing advice you hate
  • Advice to follow some form of act structure.
Full names of four male characters
  • Mack (no surname given), Harry Travers, Lucas (no surname given), Archie (no surname given.)
Full names of four female characters
  • Trisha (no surname given), Leila Travers (AKA Ghost), Claire (no surname given), Shannon O'Reilly.

Unless otherwise specified, all the below are from Eternal.

Introducing a character

"Fresh meat, eh?" someone said. The speaker advanced towards Ghost, who recoiled to see that two of her three eyes were sewn shut with thread. "Oh, don't look at me like that," the stranger continued. "I look much more human than you do."

Later, Ghost was to observe that the stranger looked remarkably like a demonic version of a storybook princess—long hair, luscious lips, that tiny nose Disney had probably trademarked . . . At the moment, however, she was still monosyllabic. What is this thing?

"I’m one of Judith’s demons, and proud of it." She gave Ghost a very human smile. "And yes, I know what you're thinking, because you're broadcasting it to everyone here. I'll teach you how to muffle yourself, but first, you need to get some liquid in you—you must be starved."

Ghost wondered at the mix of terminology used, until the speaker led her to the liquid, and she knelt again to drink. "That stuff's both your food and your water," she was told. "It's raw emotion, straight from Earth—you can eat the love and the lust from it. If you live through your first battle, and Judith closes your eyes, I'm authorized to ration you a swig of purified love. Best thing you've ever tasted, I assure you."

There were many questions Ghost might have asked, ranging from Who are we fighting? to How do you purify love? The one she actually asked was much simpler. What’s your name?

"They call me Lilith, so I assume that's who I am. It's nice to meet you, Ghost."

Describing a scene
She stood atop a sand dune, looking at the mountains that rose in the distance, and for a moment, she thought herself in an Earthly desert. But she knew of no desert so bitterly cold, eating into her very bones as she stood naked to the wind. No sun or stars shone in the pitch-black sky—the deep red light that surrounded her seemed to come from the air itself.
Dropping a big plot twist
  • This is from the end of the first chapter of Powerless. The beginning stars Sandra, a rich socialite who has recurring dreams of a life in which she fights crime as a masked illusionist called the Enchantress. After an encounter with a strange grey-eyed man, she forgets these dreams.
Five bodies lay on a concrete floor. A grey-eyed man knelt beside the nearest, pulling off a comedy mask.

Had her illusions remained, he might have seen a thousand things, from a flawless Venus to a creature of nightmares. But now that she was caught in an illusion of a different sort, he could see her as she truly was, and lay a kiss upon her ruined lips.

"Sleep, my bride, and dream of me. Be happy in your world of dancing and drinking. Be only Sandra, and forget the life in which you were called the Enchantress."

His time was limited, of course. So long as the others retained the hopes and fears from which their powers stemmed, there would always be a risk that they would break free. Sandra herself had come dangerously close to waking before he’d taken away her memories.

The dream weaver stood, and turned his attentions to the next in line.

Facing difficulty
  • This one's from Cold Steel (the story I keep referencing as my worst work.) I'm sorry, but I don't have many other examples of people thinking about how to solve a problem, rather than just attempting to solve a problem and succeeding or failing.
Flesh or steel? Meg asked herself, almost laughing. Let the beast infect me, or the sword curse me?

It was too late to die a coward, eaten like the girl who'd had the gauntlet. And if she had been willing to kill herself, and die a hero, she would have died long ago in the Tyrant's employ.

I already know what flesh means. Prowling this maze forever . . . I choose the unknown.

She cast aside the gauntlet, and with both hands she grasped the blade, pulling it from the monster's mouth.

First line
For the first time in three years, Harry woke to the feeling of a body beside him.
Last line
I don’t need much to make me happy. Just a strong roof, a warm bed, and the one I love beside me—the three things we all deserve.

edited 25th Feb '12 10:05:04 PM by feotakahari

That's Feo . . . He's a disgusting, mysoginistic, paedophilic asshat who moonlights as a shitty writer—Something Awful
burnpsy Since: Sep, 2010
#20: Feb 26th 2012 at 1:01:30 AM

Background

1. At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?

Uh... when I was 0?

Jokes aside, I feel as if the first worthwhile story I actually got around to writing was written 2 years ago, when I was 16. I had tons of ideas before then that I have not yet used.

2. What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?

...I don't know how to describe it. Let's just say it's weird and call it a day?

Fine. I started with a cool idea and wrote as I went along, then polished it several times to get a good story.

3. Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?

I usually deal with Fantasy/Sci-Fi stuff. Mainly games, though I've recently started trying to write a story in text form... let's just say it was a wonderful failure, though I'll keep trying to work on it.

Nearly everything I write has heavy amount of comedy.

4. What are your influences?

...Can I not answer?

Stuff I like, if anything. That said, that's so undefined that even I don't know what I like until I try it, unless it's really similar to something else I like.

5. What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?

Pass. The correct answer depends on the work and its goals.

Clarity, if I must say something, but I haven't mastered that myself.

6. Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?

Yes, yes and yes. Their responses are generally indifference, "your story sucks", and "this is gloriously awesome, everyone's computers will explode from the awesomeness", respectively.

7. What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".

I don't even try to have a non-ridiculous premise. As such, many people would refuse to read my work based on that alone, despite how I take the ridiculous premise and run with it with a ridiculous level of seriousness. It's my style and it can backfire horribly. I know.

8. (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?

"You must outline."

My stories are made by writing the whole thing in one go without thinking, then polishing it 20 or so times over to make it seem natural. Sure, the early drafts have a lot of problems when I do this, which makes me at least a little hesitant to show them to people, but at least I write stories that at least some people like and not a single person aside from my younger brother has expressed hatred for without outlining.

Practice

1. List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.

Males: Magnet Zakame, Shock Fulgur, Ruyo de Goza, Torn Nado

Females: Spark O'Flaime, Paisonya Lablanc, Shi Nai, Milly Giga

2. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.

Scene 41 (Oasis of Development)

Shock sees Magnet’s corpse.

Shock: “There he is!”

Shock runs to the corpse.

Spark: “About time you showed up.”

Spark descends.

Shock: “Hold up. How did you get here before me!?”

Spark: “Using a logical thought process!”

Shock: That really doesn’t explain anything…

??? (Cuidado): “Likewise, you both took way longer than expected.”

Joe Cuidado’s theme music starts playing.

Shock: What’s with that theme music? It sounds like someone sang an instrumental song. How STUPID.

Spark: Honestly, that music doesn’t fit in in the slightest!

Cuidado: “Greetings. I am the writer… For now, you may address me as… ‘Joe Cuidado’. Yeah, that should work for now.”

Shock: “You seriously expect me to believe a word of that?”

3. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.

N/A

I work with games, descriptions are meaningless.

4. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you drop a big plot twist.

Scene 148 (Tower of Justice)

Magnet: “Gonna explain yourself now? For starters, why are all of your plans deliberately helping us? Distracting us by giving us girlfriends, giving us the keys to this tower by allowing us to complete our unfinished business, having me killed for the sole purpose of making me stronger... Just what is going on in that head of yours?”

DOGS: “I can explain all of that in one fell swoop. Don’t you know what happened to your father?”

Magnet: “I saw... your subordinates killed him!”

DOGS:No, I am your father.

Magnet: “...How should that even matte- You know what, screw that!”

Pete: “Aliens are coming. I was training you for their inevitable attack.”

Magnet: “Even if you add that, isn’t this still, like one of the most overdone plot twists ever?”

Spark: “I kinda agree here.”

Pete: “Now that I think about it… same.”

Awkward silence.

Magnet: “…Well, that was disappointing.”

Pete: “I said it so enthusiastically, too!”

Spark: “For some reason, I think the sad attempts at humour are better than the plot in general.”

Pete: “I… agree.”

Magnet: “Let’s just continue and ignore how boring that was. It honestly does explain why your ‘evil plan’ was giving us girlfriends. But really, you made me go through so much trouble for such a crackpot theory? It’s not like I’ve actually gotten stronger, I just got a guitar that amplifies my power. You call that stronger?”

Pete: “Believe what you want. You just used polar energy to a ridiculous extent and didn’t collapse from exhaustion. You could’ve died from that stunt you pulled, you know.”

Spark: “Yeah, I was all ready to heal you and everything, too...”

Magnet: “That just gives me more reasons to be mad at you! Instead of actually training me, you made me go through hell just to get a guitar and wings. I was actually pretty sad when I thought you’d died. But if this is what was going on, it would have been better if you stayed dead. I can fix that, though.”

Pete: “Let’s see you try, but I’m not holding back!”

5. Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.

Scene 124 (Tower of Greed)

FΩ: “...40. 39. 38...”

Torn: “Milly, any progress on the door?”

Milly: “No good. This thing could probably withstand attacks from anything.”

Haidrow: “None of the walls will give way.”

Sage: “The floor and ceiling are the same. It appears that we’re trapped.”

Torn: “Have you tried breaking the fourth wall yet?”

Sage: “We can do that easily, we do it all the time, but it won't help us escape this situation.”

Torn: “Could it really end like this? Have we failed?”

FΩ: “...21. 20. 19...”

[Resolution Omitted from Copypaste]

6. Copypaste the first line of one of your works...

Tikk: “Oh, hello there. It’s been a while since I’ve had visitors. Welcome! Come on in, have some tea!”

7. ...And the last line of that work.

edited 26th Feb '12 1:33:06 AM by burnpsy

MrAHR Ahr river from ಠ_ಠ Since: Oct, 2010 Relationship Status: A cockroach, nothing can kill it.
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#21: Feb 26th 2012 at 6:55:08 AM

1. I've been writing since elementary school. I wrote a few stories on and off. I wrote my first "official" story when I was 11. It sucked, but I was trying to write a novel for once, and it actually had a plot that wasn't fanfiction or really generic.

2. Pfft. I dunno. I guess the first time I wrote, I just finished reading Peter Pan, so I introduced characters in a similar way. Later on, I briefly wrote like Douglas Adams. And of course one time I listened to too much Yahtzee, so my blog entry sounded like it. Never really learned any important lessons from my writing styles. Just that I'm not much of a writer.

3. Fiction. Fantasy. Urban Fantasy. I'm a boring person.

4. Blurf. Pokémon, Harry Potter, my Harry Potter LEGO sets, my parents, Naruto, One Piece, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Ouran High School Host Club, Shaman King, Greek Mythology, Wikipedia, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, my high school, aaaaaaand other stuff.

5. Readability. No matter how good your ideas are, you need to give the reader something for them to stay hooked on. Make them want to continue through the slow or lame parts, because despite that, there is something endearing about it.

6. Yes. I rely heavily on responses. Usually got positive to neutral, until I got older, and I tried the internet, and got a bunch of negative responses.

7. Readability. I lack it. My characters are not endearing enough. My pacing is out of wonk. And I can't draw.

8. Advice that would help in a book, but not in a graphic novel script. Bonus points for when I mention it, and they still reiterate it anyway.


1. Nicholas Cuantine, Leo Sireir, Jonny Klausberg, Trenton Locke.

Jennifer Cuantine, Nia Mollo, Renee Veneaux, Charly Mc Claine.

2.

Another marketplace-shot, this one having the Seeger-extra as a shopkeeper, selling some gold valuables, with one of the onlookers being a 13 year old girl (Nia Mollo). She has dark skin (darker than Nicky, lighter than Denoit), black hair pulled to the sides in two looped French braids with blue-beaded bands holding them together. She has a reasonably sized over-the-shoulder bag and is wearing all purple. A low v-neck short-sleeved midriff-bearing shirt that's attached to a translucent fabric covers the rest of her arms, upper chest, and midriff. She is also wearing baggy pants (no other girl should be doing that) and moccasin-esque slippers. She is of average height (5’3’’, as compared to Nicky’s 5’1.5’’ and Libby’s 5’5’’ ish), and subtly toned and muscular (for a 13 year old). She has light brown eyes, a smally cartilage-y nose and is also semi-androgynous, but clearly female. Chest wise she’s an a-b cup, but not flat-chested. Not all of these features need to be obvious in the first panel, this is just for future references.

3.

Large Panel. We now cut back to Diplo and Nia. Nia is entering Diplo’s caravan, and we also get a good look of it. While the floor is wooden around the edges, there seems to be a soft foamy floor that takes up a chunk of the first part of the caravan, as well with a bunch of pillows and a few blankets. A floor-bed, basically. In the back, there is a beaded curtain, which obscures a quarter of the caravan from view. The walls are adorned with shelves that have various things, all crammed on, such things as weapons, paper scrolls, cartography equipment, and lots of books. Most notably, on one wall, is a neon fixture, that seems to say something foreign (it actually says “Las Vegas” in English, but since no one except Diplo can read English, it is artistically rendered as foreign gibberish), as well as a liquor cabinet with glass doors. There are also a few sealed jars with questionable liquids and ointments in them. There is a trunk against the wall, with a rod coming out of the bottom, with a bell attached to it. The trunk has an intricately drawn map on the top of it. Next to the trunk is a taller and narrower ice box, which is covered in some rune symbols. There is also a built in bar table, which has a heat rune on one edge, with a teapot. There are a few hanging gas lamps that are in sturdy containers, that all lead to little mini chimneys. There are also a few light runes on the containers as well. In the center of the ceiling, is a sky-door that can access the roof of the caravan. All in all, while there should be a bit of a “medieval gypsy bachelor pad” feel to it, there should definitely be hints (much like the jarring neon sign) of foreign refinement and knowledge. Nia is looking specifically at the neon sign. Diplo has headed to the teapot.

4.

Panel 3. We focus on Nia, who is feeling a bit awkwarded out by the situation.

OFFPANEL(Diplo):
It’s not a tattoo.

NIA:
Huh?

Panel 4. Diplo is pointing to his wrist, his tea set down.

DIPLO:
The lotus symbol on Nicky’s wrist. It’s not…it’s not a tattoo.

DIPLO(cont.):
It’s a scar.

5.

Panel 1. Nia turns towards Nicky, aggravated/wary.

NIA(thought):
aw crap…

Panel 2. Nicky steps forward, in order to apprehend Nia.

Panel 3. Nia jumps to the side, and is momentarily on the wall. Nicky is still looking towards where she was before, reaction time slow.

Panel 4. As Nia lands behind Nicky, Nicky is turning to face her.

Panel 5. Nicky tackles her from behind.

NICKY (muffled):
…nuh you DON’T!

6.

Now, where shall I start?

7.

END OF ACT ONE

edited 26th Feb '12 6:59:08 AM by MrAHR

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#22: Feb 26th 2012 at 7:30:12 AM

OK, this seems to be going well. My turn, then.


Background

  • At what age did you start writing? How many years of writing experience do you have?
    • I wrote my first poem at 3. It was a very stupid poem about how I met a friend on my way to kindergarten. I wrote on and off until I was drafted to the army at 18, and then started again when I was 20. I'm 26 now. So this gives me plenty of years of experience, during most of which I was young, foolish and clueless.

  • What kind of phases did your writing go through? What's the most important lesson you have learned from each?
    • Okay, here I'm going to totally ignore my own directions and elaborate a bit, if only because that's what everyone else did at these points and others. tongue As I said, first there was the silly poem phase which lasted until I was about seven. The best poem from that phase (in a strictly technical sense of the word) was full of random chess metaphors and its punchline, out of nowhere, was: "But the power greatest of them all is THE POWER OF LOVE". You may recognize this as also being the punch line of the Harry Potter series, and if this isn't proof that Concepts Are Cheap, I don't know what is.
      During ages 10 to 14 I wrote lots of crappy self-insert video game fan fiction involving me and my best friends, and of course I was always the best, smartest, most important etc. etc. in these stories, for which I hate myself to this day. I figure this is where I started caring about characters and the relationship between author and character, because I remember deeply feeling that something was wrong, and at some point I just unceremoniously deleted the whole folder and vowed to never write a story with me in it again.
      During ages 14 to 16 I wrote my great Old Shame- an epic piece of fan fiction(???) centered around the Dogz franchise called "The Dogz Fighters". Dogz had super powers, shot lasers at each other, and there were cardboard rivalries and cardboard political intrigue, and overstated drama, and tons of pointless action, and ungodly levels of accidental homoerotic subtext between the two male leads, and dogz constantly dying and coming back to life. I had, unknowingly, written Dragon Dog Z. Nothing was ever the same after that. My sister, 7 years my junior, still occasionally taunts me with proclamations of "Woof! Woof! Pew! Pew!". This is where I learned about restraint in form and content — not the whole lesson, but some of it, definitely.
      During ages 16 to 18 I wrote a few pieces of Harry Potter fan fiction and Tekken fan fiction. I don't think I learned anything from that, because fandom is kind of a hugbox and there was no one to call me out on the overindulgence in drama, purple prose and ill-conceived "meta" stuff. I had to learn these things were not cool by seeing them years later and thinking "ouch, this is horrible".
      At 20 I had a huge wake up call. My best friend was seriously getting into the guitar playing business (these days he's already a certified sound technician) and I felt like I'd neglected my craft. That's when I started writing. You could say that in earnest, I only have six years of actual writing experience.

  • Which genres do you deal with? What medium? What do you reckon is your target audience?
    • This thread makes "Speculative fiction" sound like nothing special, and I really would have loved to say something else, but alas, that's what I deal with. In my defense, Israel has no history or culture involving speculative fiction at all. On the other hand, it has a towering tradition of Lit Fic in all its myriad forms, which is a big influence for me. The biggest issue I deal with is that "Israeli Speculative Fiction" is not something that exists. No one has done this before, at least not with any degree of success. I'm stumbling in the dark.
  • What are your influences?
    • To my great shame, I don't have a pretty-looking list of Authors That I Have Familiarized Myself With. I've read and watched a lot of stuff from all sorts of places, and it's became a great mishmash of themes, ideas and plots in my head. I think my greatest influence is thrillers, psychological and otherwise. I like how a good thriller needs tight execution and pacing that hooks the reader and keeps them reading.
  • What do you think are the most important things to get right in a work? What do you think a writer should keep in mind if they want to actually get those things right?
    • The important thing is to tell a story that people will buy and make it a story that they care about. The way to do it is to choose your lies well and to round them out with plenty of verisimilitude.
  • Did you let any friends read your work? Family? Internet pals? What did they have to say?
    • I've let some friends, family and acquaintances read stuff I have so far. Responses have been mostly positive, but I also got criticism that sent me back to the drawing board. Things like "this character is veering dangerously close to Mary Sue territory" and "I don't get to know this character properly and you already expect me to care about him".
  • What do you think is your biggest failing as a writer? In all seriousness, put yourself in place of someone reading your work and, to the best of your ability, complete the sentence: "Wow, this sucks, because _____".
    • "Wow, this sucks, because clearly what you want is for everyone to sit down and have a gigantic collective therapy session. Everything else is just throwing the reader a bone- your heart is not in it, and it shows".
  • (Extra Credit, 5 pts.) Which commonly-given writing advice do you hate the most?
    • I don't hate any of it, but I think a lot of it is simplistic, and is more about good writers being smug about their skill than about actually trying to help bad writers. Critical soundbytes antagonize people; to an amateur, "This sucks- Show, Don't Tell" sounds like "This sucks, because — well, because I say so". People come to an understanding through dialogue, when they are allowed to express their misgivings and have reasons and motivations explained to them. Socrates knew this much.

Practice — skip a point if not applicable.*

Quote in quoteblock tags.

  • List the full names of four of your male characters and four of your female characters.
    • Male: Raphael (Raffi) Spring, Dov Berner, Uzi Inbar, Rammad Imsikum
    • Female: Marina Tsvetkova, Sharona Shine & her two daughters Katya and Helen, Sigal Feryinian.
These are actually a lot less quaint than they probably sound to you. "Sigal", for instance, is totally run of the mill- if you ran into one here you wouldn't bat an eyelid.
  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you introduce a character.
    • Well, this is not copypasted- rather, it's translated. You better appreciate the effort tongue
[...] He passed by two doors close to the stairway, barely started going down the stairs, and stopped. Something was tickling his eardrum, something on the very edge of reasonable human hearing range...

Boom Boom Tootootootoom oh baby baby, my love for you is so unearthly

He slowly turned his head back.

Ooooh my eternal love, my air and my sun and my skyyyy

Whoever was playing this song needed to be put out of their misery, preferably with a decisive bullet to the head.

Oh there is no one else, no no no, no one else!!~!

What a terrible waste of a sound system. Raffi made a clear decision that he does not care in the least what kind of deranged person was responsible for this atrocity, or why. Then he went a step in the door's direction anyway, tilting his head towards it ever-so-slightly. He then, with renewed determination, decided that he ought to get away from this crime against music, then took another step towards the door anyway — it still had that "All Welcome!!" sign on it, so he shrugged and pressed the handle —

Oooh no one else makes me feeeeel like you dooo

The thing he saw on the other side of the door must have chopped a year or two off his life span. At first he could have sworn this was Katya, magically back at her house from wherever the hell she had gone. This girl was dancing away with reckless abandon, singing into a broomstick in the wrong scale and the wrong octave and the wrong notes and — and, god, the wrong everything. She was wearing a light blue sweatshirt and training pants, her blinding-yellow hair was waving all over the place and then she gave this great spinning jump, wildly waved the broomstick and shouted an "Only You!!" that sounded like a knitting needle dripping with vanilla extract puncturing your eardrum. Then she saw him and stopped.

Oh baby baby, went the speakers oh-so-poetically. She stood there, staring, color flooding to her face and going back away.

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you describe a scene.
He dared open his right eye a crack's width and saw fire, waste and destruction. Where his brother was previously there was a great concrete cylinder, full of tiny holes and surrounded by metal ricochets. Around it was a circle of soot that seemed as if nothing would ever grow on it again, and further out there were disparate, miserable shreds of rubble. Swirling sparks were latching onto bushes; tongues of fire were eating away at the treetops, searing and deafening in red and yellow.
  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where you drop a big plot twist.
"Don't play games with me, Yekutiel. Someone at the station gave you a hand. The archive with the investigation material is locked away, twenty four hours a day. If there had been a break-in, our security guy would have noticed. I know him. He would have. Who was it?"

"I'm not giving you anything," said Godzilla-with-a-kippa. "And forget about the investigation. You had every possible kind of help, and you screwed it up. From what it looks like, even if I'd given you constant GPS updates of Katya Shine's exact location, you would have somehow failed to find her."

"...Wait, are you trying to say that she—"

"Trying to say! Did her mother talk to you or not? Did she tell you about the phone calls she has been getting, or not?"

"She said something about some sick psychopath who was harassing her over the phone—"

Godzilla spat on the floor.

"Damn her," he said. "Damn the priddy hippie tree-hugger and her little tree-hugger circle of suck-ups. You do her a favor and this is what you get in return. Well, fine. She can have it her way. I'll make do without her help."

  • Copypaste a short excerpt from your work where a character is facing some kind of difficulty.
Raffi opened the drawer under the table and found a pile of checkered papers, full of calculations and graphs and molecules and inscrutable diagrams. Among those he found Katya's now-notorious high school graduation grade report, and found to his not-so-great surprise that "catastrophe" was actually her way of describing a B+. He could only imagine what sort of harsh language she would have resorted to had she gone as low as a B, god forbid. The paper was full of tiny circles where it was kind of crispy, and Raffi tried not to think about this too much because he wasn't even supposed to be here going through her stuff, and something told him that he knew full well there would be no shortcuts, that if Katya had really decided to disappear she would be the last person to leave hints for him, either accidental or intentional...
  • Copypaste the first line of one of your works...
And suddenly, the sky tore full of black, shining holes.
  • ...And the last line of that work.
They stood there, watching the last of the holes shrinking away to nothing.

edited 26th Feb '12 11:57:11 AM by TripleElation

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MrAHR Ahr river from ಠ_ಠ Since: Oct, 2010 Relationship Status: A cockroach, nothing can kill it.
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#23: Feb 26th 2012 at 7:38:59 AM

So far, my "least favorite criticism" is my favorite section to read.

Now, who here can actually answer the question in the title?

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#24: Feb 26th 2012 at 8:28:02 AM

Judging by when you placed your post, you at least know that the answer is "the kind that has not yet quite grasped TV Tropes forum markup".

The edit button is my best friend in the world.

edited 26th Feb '12 9:02:59 AM by TripleElation

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MrAHR Ahr river from ಠ_ಠ Since: Oct, 2010 Relationship Status: A cockroach, nothing can kill it.
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#25: Feb 26th 2012 at 8:44:23 AM

We've all been there. I still don't know half the proper mark up in this place.

Also, I like the parallelism stuff you have in your first and last lines.

edited 26th Feb '12 8:47:04 AM by MrAHR

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