Writer's Block Daily

Today I have tortured my brain with a knife. I hoped that it might scream something out which I could use. At the very least it might produce some beautiful blood, which I could paint with. All it has produced is pain and self-disgust.

After having a nice dinner*

and a margarita at Red Lobster for my 21st birthday I wrote a hilariously bad poem about drunks. I'll post it here on Thursday if people are interested.

Also last night was funny because my brother was saying, "Get smashed! Get smashed!" while I was like, "I'm not going to get drunk while I'm eating a full meal, taking small sips, and having ONLY one drink. >.<" Silly youngsters.

Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.

Do it!

Okay, my board game play-test session was mixed, The bad thing was that the rules were quite complicated, and I had trouble explaining them. The good thing was that once they got passed the rules, they started having fun. The mixed thing that they loved the gummy bear workers—but a little too much, as they obsessed over stacking them and wanting to eat them. At least it didn't fail entirely.

Some quotes from the flavor text:

Okay. It's the week of speed writing, so I've got to get going. Now. Starting with I'm a Humanitarian: More than You Ever Wanted to Read About This Trope. Immediately. 1 2 3 goooo...

edited 27th Apr '11 3:41:38 PM by SPACETRAVEL

whoever wrote this shit needs to step on a rake in a comedic fashion

For some reason, I kind of want to make the Eldritch Abominations trying to destroy the universe or whatever because it's in their way, and they're just phenomenally bad at it — or are phenomenally slow moving, considering the universe is still there and intact, and the only thing they've really managed to do is fuck up the ecosystem and kill about fifty million people.

I'm made one of those "personal" threads for my vignettes. Hooray. Let's see how long it takes for me to forget about it.

edited 27th Apr '11 9:04:18 PM by snowfoxofdeath

Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest

What's your reaction, as a reader, to voodoo zombies?

^ I guess it depends on realism vs. magicalness of the setting and the voodoo, but my first reaction would be "Oh no, Charm Person! Quick, snap them out of it!"

Though I guess that's assuming I know off the bat that they're voodoo zombies and not something else entirely. Because if I think they're, say, an actual zombie, well…

Taking a break from writing, at least until the end of the month, because its felt like I've been scraping the bottom of the barrel for a week now. Gonna stick to plotting and editing, I think. Also, I just named a minor character a really horrible pun. Is it wrong to feel a bit of sick joy from that fact?

Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit Deviantart.

So you asked for it, you're getting it.

Just to warn you it is a bit Anvilicious about drunkenness, and it keeps trying to think of itself as a song instead of a poem. A song sung by some sort of dog. Also it is terrible.

Very terrible.

I'm not good at writing out planned poems. I felt like writing it after enjoying a margarita, and thinking what a waste it is for people to get drunk at an early age. All of those I've been with elementary-middle-high school*

have been drunk, except me. Quite terrible indeed.

See I told you the poem was terrible. Terrible with a capital "T".

Terrible!

*Runs to the hills*

edited 28th Apr '11 1:28:12 PM by EldritchBlueRose

Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.

@Mellon: My reaction would be .

whoever wrote this shit needs to step on a rake in a comedic fashion

@Eldritch: Because nobody except alcoholics drink! Seriously, that shit touches your lips, and you may as well just throw your life away.

@Dec: What do you mean, "voodoo zombies" versus "actual zombies?"

"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~Madrugada

Be nice, RP Genius. Eldritch already admitted to the fault.

Read my stories!

The fault is still there, admitted or not. It's probably better than any poetry I write, to be fair, but anyone who puts anything they write up to be read by others should be prepared for criticism.

Criticism is all fine and dandy. I love criticism. But you said nothing of value, especially since everything you said had already been said. All one sentence of it.

edited 28th Apr '11 4:34:20 PM by MrAHR

Read my stories!

Well, I suppose that I haven't been posting here at all but I have had an intention to start doing so for quite awhile now. As I do thankfully have a tendency to eventually get around to finishing all projects I set out to do, here I am.

I see that much focus in this thread has been directed to the topic of word count, and justly so, it is a very important thing. I, alas, cannot bring myself to write in large quantities. I tried the Stephen King method for a time, writing 1000 words every day and then hopefully progressing to 2000. What I did not realize is that, unless I am under some sort of extreme bout of inspiration or a tremendous amount of pressure, I am incapable of writing more than five hundred words of anything vaguely resembling quality. After that bit of a disclaimer, I can say that I am quite proud of myself for writing 360 words today. At this pace, my novel should be finished in about ten to twelve years. The rewrite should take about five, and I can start submitting it to publishers at around half-past Armageddon.

I am fond of what I wrote though. I imagine I'll keep it, even considering my rather nasty habit of deleting most of my progress every few weeks.

RP Genius: LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH. THAT IS SO HILARIOUSLY SATIRICAL OF PEOPLE WHO BELIEVE DRINKING IS A PASTIME THAT WILL LEAD YOU ON THE ROAD TO HELL.

I'm thinking of naming my sorta goofy fantasy story "Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Here for the Quest." Does that sound suitably catchy?

It's pretty long, which is my main issue, but I kinda like it.

edited 28th Apr '11 6:41:44 PM by Ronka87

Thanks for the all fish!

It's fine. It could be easily shortened, too, to "Don't Mind Me" or something.

I write pretty good fanfiction, sometimes.

: I like it! It would definitely get me intrigued in the story (and it kind of has already), thus compelling me to check it out.

"Proto-Indo-European makes the damnedest words related. It's great. It's the Kevin Bacon of etymology." ~Madrugada

I like the concept, but I don't like the format.

I think "Quest" is kind of a sucky word for a title in general.

Read my stories!

@Freezair: Oh haha, very funny. But honestly, I've never actually thought of it that way before — probably because you almost never see voodoo zombies portrayed in stories.

And now I really, really want to see a Zombie Apocalypse with voodoo zombies. It would be an insanely fun way to deconstruct the hell out of all those zombie movie tropes…

Bah, maybe I'll do it for NaNo. Anyways, I've been flipping between planning my current story further out and coming up with ideas for future stories. Also been trying to draw out the face of a new character, but my ArtFu is failing me. Curse you, realism!

edited 28th Apr '11 9:47:43 PM by Dec

Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit Deviantart.

@Quest: I once wrote an unfinished story called "Moose Quest" while I was stuck waiting in line for hours at school and happened to have a computer on me. I don't like writing in crowded places because I'm a bit afraid someone will look over my shoulder (for no good reason, I'll admit), so didn't want to work on my usual stuff.

whoever wrote this shit needs to step on a rake in a comedic fashion

@Voodoo: If you include a scene where they dance to Thriller, you'll make me a very happy meng.

@Eldritch:

Johnny played a two-bit fig
And Jimmy pranced beneath their wigs
He flew up the cosmos at the speed of light
All the while savvying cider's sweet bite.

Tomorrow, when I finish the last of my math exams, I can sigh with a breath out of relief. It was lonely confining myself to my room, reading through 21x's and the second integral of dy/dz. As a celebration, I pledge to finish the seventh segment of my serial, and have it posted then. If not for the sake of my (likely non-existent) readers, then for me, whose pent-up creative urges have resulted in a vague, yet massive longing for key-lime pie.

edited 28th Apr '11 9:50:19 PM by QQQQQ