Oh wow, I've missed a lot. Not that I'm that active anyway, but hey, I'm back. I've been exceptionally lazy with my writing currently, though this is mostly to blame for moving, which has slaughtered my muse. On the other hand, my room has a very inspiring view, so I can see many stories in the future.
Also, neat quote!
Speaking of which, how do you all handle writing multiple stories at once, if at all? Do you focus on one story mainly, switch between them, have some sort of pattern,or just forget about some of them oops ?
I tried working on multiple stories, but I soon got confused, sometimes even writing one in first person when it should've been third because the other story was in first. Now I just try to focus on one story, and when I do lose interest or focus, I move onto a short story. But I only work on one novel at a time.
Do you tend to drop stories partway through? When do you drop them--outlining, rising action, falling action?
Most are dropped partway through, and usually in rising action. When I can't think of anything else to add to keep it going, I drop it. Other times the thought or idea seems so stupid I drop the story even before I outline it.
Do you find it easier to write poems, short stories, or longer works? Do you know why?
I write the best poems when I'm depressed, so I find it very hard to write poems, since I don't get depressed often or for long. Short stories are fun exercises, and the favorite stories I've written are typically short. But novels I find the easiest because I'm in for the long haul, and that means more world and character building and more time to befriend and fall in love with my characters.
Speaking of aphantasia (having no ability to visualise imagery in your head), do any of you have it? Or do you have really vivid, active imaginations, or even synaesthesia (seeing colours when you hear music, and other similar sensations where the senses get mixed up)? How does your imagination impact your writing?
Ah, I just have a vivid imagination. The home I grew up in had a wooden ceiling, and when I was laying in bed I used to imagine the knots as horrifying faces, and even pictured monsters coming out of the cracks. Now yes, I was a kid, and kids are known for seeing "monsters", but that imagination has carried with me into adulthood, and I still see monsters in shadows. This vivid imagination has also conjured weird dreams and has carried me into endless daydreams. As for its impact, it is the reason I write. If I lost it, I would not be able to write.