How long have you been writing for?
Maybe about... seven years? Or something like that? I'm not entirely sure, lol
How many stories are you actively writing?
Pretending to write one, planning another
Maybe about... seven years? Or something like that? I'm not entirely sure, lol
How many stories are you actively writing?
Pretending to write one, planning another
Moriarty x. wrote:~snip~Quietly, she went probing in his mind, seeking out the problem. She saw him, and an older man, who was yelling at him for his uselessness. Parent troubles then, she thought. She went digging a little, avoiding anything that seemed too personal or put up resistance.
~snip~
Ooh, gosh — *winces in sympathy*
kittyisduck wrote:How does this work? Am I required to do this whole "How many stories are you actively writing" and "How long have you been writing for" thing? How do I join?
Thanks..........
Nah, you literally just have to post (step one completed already, well done XP) and you're automatically a Lazy Writer! Hooray! *hands badges out* Watch out for carrots!
DeMaizu wrote:Just wanna share this bit with you guys real quick 'cause I really like itCards bit wrote:“No, see, the wobbly-buffs have to go here!” Dumm told Pax earnestly, pointing to the great swaths of drop-cloth they had on the floor. Paint covered the twins’ hands and clothes, flecks of it spattering their faces. “If the wobbly-buffs go with the Burbbles, then they’ll all argue and nothing will get done by anybody. See?” There was a crackling of paper as she moved the orange paint bottle and started painting the wobbly-buffs ― which looked like balls of fur with very muscly arms growing out of their sides ― on the planet Ezzie had dubbed “Christel.” The Burbbles were situated on a plante the twins had given Pax the honer of naming, and after a minute or so of deliberation, he’d decided on Tweedle.
“They can’t go on Christel, either,” Dee argued. “There aren’t enough resources for them to feed their livestock. She blobbed a space ship on top of the green planet with a bridge leading down for the wobbly-buffs to get on. “We need a new planet for them ― Lyndon?”
Lyndon, who was in charge of making the planets and creatures’ designs, looked up from his corner of the ginormous paper. “There’s a planet over here that should be good,” he said. “Just what the Gibsher need to get through the winter.”
“There’s winter!” Dumm gasped, jumping and racing to Lyndon’s part. “Ooh, is the snow ochre? Can we make the snow ochre? Oh, or maybe navy blue!”
“Which shade of ochre, though?” Dee said practically. “There’s a few shades of it.” They both paused and looked at each other, then shrugged.
“Both,” they said in agreement. Dee looked back down and finished colonizing the Tweedle planet with Burbbles and their various pets.
Aaah, it warms my heart to see Lyn and Pax chilling with the twins c':
Do you ever write little backstories for your books that aren't in the main plot? Why or why not?
No? Yes? I'm not sure; I try to design backstories so I can remember what's going on and stuff, but I'm not sure how much I write down and how much I just store in my mind 'cause they're the same thing
Do you ever write little backstories for your books that aren't in the main plot? Why or why not?
No? Yes? I'm not sure; I try to design backstories so I can remember what's going on and stuff, but I'm not sure how much I write down and how much I just store in my mind 'cause they're the same thing
Defs. Imma bump it, brb