leachface wrote:soo… after 6 years hiatus of writing my book due to some major unforeseen writers block happening, I’ve finally gotten some writing done. It feels so good to finally have my creativity back and actually be making some progress. I’d forgotten how fun writing is.
Dogmage999 wrote:I have no idea how to actually put down plot for some of my big stories. Like how to make stuff happen without saying "They went to a white building. They bought sodas on the way there" or something bland like that.
And how does character development or themes or motifs or.. anything work when the cast keeps going on wacky adventures? This isn't a one and done or a trilogy. It's an ever expanding world of "oh hey cool a new adventure or fun thing to do"
editing tak wrote:"'do you like pepsi?'
enters chip aisle- johnnie wouldn't know a royal farms if it smacked her in the face
kelly is having A Moment
why is johnnie looking a bag of pretzels like it killed her father
"are you—" human? don't say that
they talk around their feelings
FIRE ALARM?
must end resolution to the lost brother bit
"he's not missing kels, he isn't gone"
Tilly took a deep breath, expanding her throat into a green-tinted bubble and closing her nostrils. She raised a pearl-topped silver wand, steadily, in her left hand and swept her right foot out in a practiced motion. Her webbed toes traced an invisible circumference before her, her gold-trimmed magenta robe glinting in a ripple as it caught the edge of a beam of sunlight dappling through the trees.
Every creature within earshot held its breath in concert with Tilly; the clearing surrounding the lily pond stood still and silent, called to attention. Tilly’s left hand began to move softly, punctuated by a slow compression of her throat that produced a first long, croaking note. The pearl atop her wand caught a pocket of sunlight then, and her croak transmuted into a melody, joined by birdsong in a harmony, now as a gust moved the reeds into chorus, and punctuated by the glittering percussions of a cicada.
In the quickening motions of that silver wand, Tilly spun a magic charm—she wove a song.
Copy & paste after reading wrote:So, what did you imagine Tilly like? I wanted to see if I could get a reader to picture a frog without writing the word “frog” ^^ Did it work?
daybreak. wrote: Anyone have any tips for coming up with short story ideas?
Also! Here's a little thing I wrote not long ago. If anyone has a chance to check it out, I have a point of curiosity quoted below in transparent color to avoid spoilers. Appreciate anyone who takes the time!Tilly took a deep breath, expanding her throat into a green-tinted bubble and closing her nostrils. She raised a pearl-topped silver wand, steadily, in her left hand and swept her right foot out in a practiced motion. Her webbed toes traced an invisible circumference before her, her gold-trimmed magenta robe glinting in a ripple as it caught the edge of a beam of sunlight dappling through the trees.
Every creature within earshot held its breath in concert with Tilly; the clearing surrounding the lily pond stood still and silent, called to attention. Tilly’s left hand began to move softly, punctuated by a slow compression of her throat that produced a first long, croaking note. The pearl atop her wand caught a pocket of sunlight then, and her croak transmuted into a melody, joined by birdsong in a harmony, now as a gust moved the reeds into chorus, and punctuated by the glittering percussions of a cicada.
In the quickening motions of that silver wand, Tilly spun a magic charm—she wove a song.Highlight after reading wrote:So, what did you imagine Tilly like? I wanted to see if I could get a reader to picture a frog without writing the word “frog” ^^ Did it work?
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