It's a very over-the-top mental image. Which is what the joke is, right?
I'm rereading all my Dianna Wynne Jones books now, actually.
Be not afraid...Yup. That is the joke.
I suddenly realized that my current project is filling up with humor and romance, usually in the same parts. Which is kinda odd, since I don't even like Rom Com. Not sure if I should fix that.
Today's a slow day. Between waking up late, not having any coffee in the house, and perhaps a bit of procrastination, I'm only now starting to feel awake. I also totally haven't written anything yet, ether. Should probably get on that now that I have coffee.
Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit Deviantart.As long as it doesn't get in the way. There's romance propping up in my war/action story, and it's mostly secondary characters, so it's fine... I think.
Was Jack Mackerel. | i rite gudI don't mind a little romance, espically if there is Fanservice involved to feed my teenage mind.
For my story's approach to such matters, just put on some protective eyewear and then click the heart in my signature...Xx_xX
EDIT: Once I un-break the link.
EDIT EDIT: OK, now.
edited 16th Apr '11 8:50:11 PM by SPACETRAVEL
whoever wrote this shit needs to step on a rake in a comedic fashionThat was actually quite informative, SPACE. I especially liked the part where "arrows—(Holy crap)—>". Can I ask what the gray circles are, though? I couldn't figure those out.
I think the romance I currently have counts as a Romantic Plot Tumor with malignant potential, even if its not necessarily a bad romance. I'll have to wait on (maybe) editing it out, though — its too early in the first draft to know if its dragging down the story or not.
Still not writing. Why am I not writing?
Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit Deviantart.I'm writing, and writing, and writing. I think it looks great when I read it. I get up to get something to eat, come back to read it again... And it sucks. I feel like restarting the entire thing, but I don't want to have to redo it all.
Feminist in the streets, sex slave in the sheetsRomance features pretty heavily in most things I write. People do have relationships, after all — established or new — and such things form an important part of peoples' lives and motivations. Non-romantic and non-sexual relationships too, of course, and those do too often get short shrift.
@Poisonarrow: First drafts suck as a fact of life. Would you be better continuing and then fixing the problems later? We writers tend to do the thing of "This sucks! *toss* Start again!" a little too readily. Fix, don't toss the whole thing.
A brighter future for a darker age.I've changed by Steampunk Slice of Life into a Steampunk Mystery, and I like how easy it's becoming to write. I'm developing different parts of the mystery out of order, instead of all at once in and in order.
I'm almost finished with the third section of my Character Carnival OP. I'm posting it here for storage, since I'm switching computers:
She spotted a black umbrella in the corner. She picked it up and turned it around. Fortunately, it wasn’t so different from the umbrellas she knew about. She opened it and held it by the wooden handle. She then walked towards the curtain of water, and walked through it.
On the other side was an old carnival, desolate and gray. It felt familiar to an amusement park she once visited in Kita-Boen, but more ancient. There were no flashing neon lights, no steaming machines, no robots, and no people. The metal was rusted and dull, and the fabrics were torn and faded of color. She was alone, and she barely remembered why she was there.
For some reason, she didn’t mind being in such a gloomy place. In fact, the place felt quite calming, reminding her of the ruins in her homeland. It was a sanctuary from the stresses of her journey across many miles, and many countries. Nothing was trying to capture her. Nothing was trying to kill her.
But she knew it was just a detour. She needed to leave once she served her purpose.
Samarthra turned to her left and slowly walked to the entrance. She was a fourteen-year old girl with milk white skin and raven black hair down to her shoulder blades. She had high cheekbones, a button nose, full lips, green eyes with striking eyelashes, and rosy cheeks. Her dress was a cross of a Victorian and a Gothic style, with black fabric and gray frills. She wore a necklace with a copper chain and an amber gemstone. Her beauty wasn’t untainted, due to a dress with ripped edges, a torn left sleeve revealing a stained dirt bandage, shoes that had been sew with mismatched tones of black, and split ends. There was a ghostly aura to her, like she was a projection from another world.
She was from another world. A world far, far, away.
Samarthra faced the entrance. It was a corroded metal arced with an open wooden gate, swinging open.
What do you think so far?
^ I really liked the writing, despite having no clue what your OP is for exactly. You managed to get a good mix between interesting imagery and keeping the pace of the story up, and I found that especially good.
I was kinda thrown by the paragraph describing how she looked, but that's more because I've had "DON'T TALK ABOUT HOW THEY LOOK!!!" pounded into my forehead, and not from the description itself being bad. It was actually rather tasteful.
I keep on wanting to read the girl's name as 'Samantha', though.
A very nice, sunny day. I think I might make some coffee and take the net-book outside to write.
EDIT: ...Or not. Damn.
edited 17th Apr '11 1:54:55 PM by Dec
Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit Deviantart.Does anybody else find themselves wishing they could Pot Hole to TV Tropes in their writing? Because I keep using Wiki Words in my prologue when I'm not paying attention...
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.I consciously avoid using trope names even if I'm consciously implementing a trope into the story.
"Allah may guide their bullets, but Jesus helps those who aim down the sights."Anyway, something I asked before to no response—any advice for minimizing delays in writing, for situations like Na No, etc, in which speed matters?
whoever wrote this shit needs to step on a rake in a comedic fashionHave a plan. Have an outline, rough draft, something that'll give you the ability to see where you are and where you need to go. Leave room for improvising, and remember it's not set in stone, but if you do change something, update your outline to account for it so your road map stays up-to-date.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.Set aside distractions ^_^
There are too many toasters in my chimney!Ugh, it pisses me off whenever I read a fic and a trope is blatantly namedropped, even if it's not in wiki words.
Having trouble understanding how an immortal would think. Sigh.
Unless your fiction involves a viewpoint character who actually in-story reads the site, you shouldn't ever be dropping trope names.
A brighter future for a darker age.^Don't drop anything in from outside your story's universe in general; it won't make sense.
I take humans and their behavior too seriously to write this update I'm working on with confidence. I need a sense of humor for this part and am finding that, when it comes to other people, I've lost mine.
whoever wrote this shit needs to step on a rake in a comedic fashionProbably the only exception is when you namedrop a trope name that is a literary term, like Foreshadowing.
Even then it smacks a little of Leaning on the Fourth Wall
It's written in the style of Diana Wynne Jones, who uses used that word a peculiar number of times.