11 writing problems and solutions

Writing is a craft. It takes time for anyone to learn and improve. But there are some shortcuts you can try, maybe adapt to your own needs. Here are 11 writing problems and their solutions, or hacks.

Too many ideas syndrome

Problem: You have too many equally good story ideas and can’t pick just one to write.

Solution: Select your top 3 favorite stories and write the first scene of all three. If you can’t decide, write the first chapter. The right project will be easier to work with, you’ll have fun writing it, you will be daydreaming about the story, you will love the characters. So, give away three chances instead of one.

Originally posted by gypsyastronaut

Outline spoiling the fun

Problem: Whenever you outline a story idea, it completely spoils your will to write it. The mystery is gone.

Solution: Instead of outlining the whole story, just make a clear goal on how your characters should end. Will they succeed? Will they fail? Will they be happy? Will they find redemption? Will they be wronged? Decide how your story should end and explore the plot as you go. Remember, no one will read your first draft, so just write.

Lost midway

Problem: If you are a pantser, you might get lost in the middle of the story, especially after the first plot point.

Solution: Give your story an ending. If you know where your characters will end up, you’ll have a better understanding of which routes to take. Always keep in mind how the story will end. Use it as the beacon of a lighthouse to guide you through stormy waters.

Creative block

Problem: You don’t have story ideas. Or nothing you have so far excites you enough for a novel.

Solution: Read a book or watch a movie completely out of your genre. This works like magic, I promise. I’m not a sci-fi person, but Akira has given me more story ideas than any movie and book from my own genre.

Originally posted by sunio

Writing anxiety

Problem: You are scared of writing, scared of starting a new story, or just scared of not doing a good job.

Solution: Write a fanfic. No one expects a fanfic to be a masterpiece (although many are). Fanfics are done for fun and for passion. So, write your book in fanfic format. You can even use fandom characters and aus in the process. When the story is completed, change back to original characters.

Editing as you write

Problem: You keep going back to previous paragraphs and editing instead of moving forward with your writing.

Solution: Write your novel by hand. This might sound like a lot of work, but it’s quite the opposite. The white screen of the computer urges you to review, to make it perfect, academic like perfect. The paper however, brings you back to the craft, to the urge of filling lines and pages. Handwriting also gives you the opportunity of sketching and doodling. 

Originally posted by kyoka-sui-get-su


Problem: Tumblr. Youtube. Email. Netflix. Bathroom. Fridge. Bed.

Solution: Go offline. Turn off your wi-fi. Use a device without internet connection. Or, if you keep fooling yourself and turning the internet back on, write your novel by hand. Give yourself a daily hour of internet, but live offline. And if you take unnecessary trips to the fridge or the bathroom, try the pomodoro technique.

Lack of plots

Problem: Nothing relevant is happening, your story looks kind of boring. Or the main plot is too weak for a whole novel.

Solution: Take a few days off. Just relax. When you are ready to go back, read what you have written so far. Maybe you were just tired. But, if the story really sucks, go back to basics. Ask yourself two questions. What type of story am I writing? How will this story end? Follow the answer like a map. Change what needs to be changed, even if you have to delete the whole progress. If you lack plots, don’t add fillers, just go back to basics.  

Weak main character

Problem: Your character lacks personality, voice and/or visuals.

Solution: Give your main character three things. An external battle. An internal battle. And an unique feature. The external battle is their goal, what they want to achieve, what they dream about. An internal battle is their fears, traumas, doubts, mental issues, prejudices and triggers to overcome. An unique feature is what sets them apart from other characters, maybe they have piercings, or tattoos, or pink hair, or lilac eyes, maybe they wear neon boots, or a mask, or mittens, maybe they are left-handed, or blind, maybe they have a scar, or a birthmark. Every amazing main character has external battles, internal battles and unique features.  

Originally posted by takeruandcaterpillars


Problem: You have no will to write. The passion is gone. You feel empty.

Solution: If you don’t have access to medical help, reading is a good way to reevaluate your career and regain your passion for the words. Read lots of books. Don’t worry about writing, just read. Lose yourself in fictional adventures. Read sci-fi, romance, horror, fantasy, crime, family saga, classics, foreigner fictions, fanfics, shorts, poetry. Immerse in literature. Literature can save lives.  

Strange dialogues

Problem: Dialogues seem too formal, or too much like the narration, or characters lack individuality.

Solution: Read your dialogues out loud while acting as your characters. You can find a quiet empty room for that. Be an actor. Go for the emotions. Record your acting sections, after all, you might improvise at some point.    

Originally posted by gmt1999

If There's God (of Social Media)

@kazliin I’m not done with coping from your destructive chapter.

I cannot write angst, thank god for that. So there’s my semi headcannon/hopeful thinking of what happen behind he screen?? This is heavily inspired by @kixboxer ’s idea of Victor’s secret internet accounts


Victor Nikiforov have two instagram account.

He also have two twitter handle.

One of the account in each platform are ratified, blue ticked, and co-managed by Yakov’s PR team during the time of need such as posterity shots, events and exclusive shows announcement.

The other account, however, lacks the mark of legitimacy, have less than 3 digit followers in contrast of millions in his official accounts, also running mainly on Katsuki Yuuri based content.

His second instagram especially, conspicuously named poodleonskate, is an avid follower of Phicit Chulanont’s account and religiously liking every single post tagged #spottheyuuri, won at least 3 giveaway post (2 of them are Yuuri Merchandise, the other is artisan nail polish set) and mainly posts random scenery photos and Katsuki Yuuri’s screengrab stills.

His other twitter also used to liking and retweeting every Yuuri-content from Chulanont’s feed. He also used the twitter to gush about Yuuri with fellow Yuuri fans, that probably will shred him alive if they know that he’s… well.. him?

Victor probably spent more time using his unofficial account more than Yakov would like. He almost failed to be surprised when Mila casually commented on his post as poodleonskate, she probably caught him engaging some excited foray with twitter user yuurifan1275 about Katsuki’s new exhibition skate. Yakov apparently knows too and offhandedly warned him about personal information and maintaining public image.

That didn’t stop him to occasionally slip. The worst slip on came in the form of liking one of Chulanont’s instagram post using his official account.

(“Holy fucking shit?”, Phichit choked and ultimately sprayed the half chewed remains of his breakfast all over the kitchen table. The notification in his phone stayed innocently.

‘V-nikiforov, blueducky, saracrispino liked your post
#spottheyuuri #cocolacafe #spring #detroit #dogfriendslife ’

“Ew.” Yuuri crossed the livingroom with disdainful eyes towards their table and the remains of Phicit’s breakfast all over their dingy table.

As much as he wanted to share the extraordinary happening in his sns life, Yuuri getting aneurysm this early in the morning is not exactly the best scenario for everyone involved.)

Yakov gave him an earful afterwards while his rinkmates watched from the rinkside with varying degree of amusement and secondhand embarrassment. Half an hour and several ‘yes coach, not going to happen again’ thrown, Victor’s back on the ice with nothing but slight mortification and cold dread of someone caught red handed. Despite himself, a traitorous part of his mind cannot help but being thrilled of the outcome.He slightly hoped that Yuuri (or Phichit, and then by proxy, Yuuri) would comment on it.

They didn’t.


Donna Francie @bingowednesday
What just happenED?!!!! OMG!!

Eloisethecat @bonnie-bie
@bingowednesday Victor liked a #spottheyuuri post??#whatdoesthatmean #viktuuri

Victuuriistotallyreal @just-inn
Excuse me while I’m draining my tears out #viktuuri

Bluescluesboy @JonahLi
@bonnie-b @bingowednesday here we go again…

Viktorlove @sundayterrs
@JonahLi Ikr?! It’s just a lke?!! We all know Victor LOVES dog? Like LOVE LOVE? That post have a cute dog!! Not evrything is abt your gross shipping!

Zaskia G. @chameleonarecute
Another day in FS fandom.. #viktuurilimbo #spottheyuuri

ひめこ。西山 @kumahimee
Can confirm that Japanese twitter also lost their shit. #instagate #spottheyuuri #viktornikiforov #katsukiyuuri #figureskating


After the Big Reveal, years worth of tears were spilled within a day, heart wrenching apologies, more kissing, and tedious ceremonies and official duties performed with hands on each other’s body parts, the floodgate finally opened.

Within an hour V-nikiforov’s official account already liked every post tagged #spottheyuuri, compilation videos of Yuuri singing in the livingroom while dipping a mop, every Katsuki based aesthetic blog, and various account’s post in which Yuuri is tagged.

(“Holy shit.” Ketty said as her feed flooded with notification after skating legend Victor Nikiforov, also Yuuri’s supposed arch nemesis retweeted her post about Yuuri’s FS composing session, liked In her instagram featuring her equipment that was used in composing Yuuri on Ice song.)

(“Holy shit” said professor Gilman of Advanced Trigonometry class after his usually barren instagram feed exploded after someone named V-nikiforov liked his last year’s class photo featuring international student slash campus heartthrob Katsuki.)

“Really.” Yuuri asked dryly, but the corner of his mouth are soft and fond.

Victor looked him straight in the eyes, his eyes are sporting the same puffiness as Yuuri and as red. His nose is still clogged when he answered but his grin are terribly (terribly) blinding.


Phicit+chu posted


I totally appreciate the likes guys, but #reallyvictor? #nowweknow #wegetit #littleyurihadbenscreamingfor10minutes #guys #guystherearechildrenpresent #pausethekissing #victuuri #lovewins #Iamthebestman



Rogue One (2016)

Directed by Gareth Edwards

Cinematography by Greig Fraser

Beholder Anatomy - Part 1 - External Anatomy

Beholders are perhaps the most deadly of the great monsters of the D&D World.

They are certainly one of the most distinctive and unusual in appearance.

The original beholders are said to have been spawned on one of the Outer Planes by a primal entity as powerful as a deity.

This creature has no name, and its children have no need to generate one for it.

To others, it is known only as the Great Mother, a name granted more for the fact that the creature spawned the entire beholder race from its very flesh than for any real certainty that it is female.

From the Great Mother, the beholder race and its various kin have propagated to the other planes with great success, for few can stand in the way of such destructive creatures.

Although the information in this is presented as fact, beholders are alien creatures in body, mind, and soul…

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Ivory Coast Market: Goods for Sale

Colorful vegetable seller in Abidjan, open market, Ivory Coast.

Photo Exhibition in Brasilia, Brazil
November 5-20, 2008. Featuring six international photographers. Overall exhibit: THE HEART OF AFRICA. Thirty images from Steve Evans in a sub-show called: AFRICA HEART, AFRICA SOUL. Sponsored by Cara e Cultura Negra.

Africa Heart, Africa Soul

A Photographic Exhibition by Steve Evans

“When shooting, there are certain qualities that immediately capture my attention,” Steve said. “It often has to do with the face and the eyes and what they might be saying – ‘I have wisdom,’ or ‘I know sorrow,’ or ‘I have dignity,’ or ‘I survived,’ or ‘I’m in love.’ I look for dignity and pride in a person. I look for pain and sorrow, melancholy and loneliness. I look for wisdom reflected in the wrinkles of age. I look for the innocence of youth, for the bond of strong relationships between a mother and a child, a father and a son, two friends, a man and a woman. These reflect the heart and soul of a person. In addition, there are particular circumstances of nature – like a sunrise or sunset – that reflect the very heart and soul of God.” Each image of “Africa Heart, Africa Soul” is a window into the very heart and soul of Africa, featuring photographs from the slave forts of West Africa to the majestic sunrises and sunsets of southern and central Africa. Six countries are documented: Zimbabwe, Malawi, Mozambique, Ethiopia, Ghana, and Ivory Coast, and the images span over twenty-five years of photographing Africa.


The Wailing (2016)

Directed by Na Hong-jin

Cinematography by Hong Kyung-pyo

Worship: Ethiopian Musician

Musician with traditional instrument at church in southern Ethiopia

Photo Exhibition in Brasilia, Brazil
November 5-20, 2008. Featuring six international photographers. Overall exhibit: THE HEART OF AFRICA. Thirty images from Steve Evans in a sub-show called: AFRICA HEART, AFRICA SOUL. Sponsored by Cara e Cultura Negra.

Africa Heart, Africa Soul

A Photographic Exhibition by Steve Evans

“When shooting, there are certain qualities that immediately capture my attention,” Steve said. “It often has to do with the face and the eyes and what they might be saying – ‘I have wisdom,’ or ‘I know sorrow,’ or ‘I have dignity,’ or ‘I survived,’ or ‘I’m in love.’ I look for dignity and pride in a person. I look for pain and sorrow, melancholy and loneliness. I look for wisdom reflected in the wrinkles of age. I look for the innocence of youth, for the bond of strong relationships between a mother and a child, a father and a son, two friends, a man and a woman. These reflect the heart and soul of a person. In addition, there are particular circumstances of nature – like a sunrise or sunset – that reflect the very heart and soul of God.” Each image of “Africa Heart, Africa Soul” is a window into the very heart and soul of Africa, featuring photographs from the slave forts of West Africa to the majestic sunrises and sunsets of southern and central Africa. Six countries are documented: Zimbabwe, Malawi, Mozambique, Ethiopia, Ghana, and Ivory Coast, and the images span over twenty-five years of photographing Africa.

anonymous asked:

May I request for lords + retainers reactions to MC getting amnesia (blow to the head, shock, tramua, you do the pick!) and how they attempt to get her memories back? :)

He smiled fondly at her when she opened her eyes again, his heart throbbing in his chest, his joy and relief overwhelming him.
However when she suddenly didn’t even know who was standing in front of her, his expression turned serious. He didn’t know how this happened, but already assumed what was going on. Still he couldn’t bring himself to believe it, his voice becoming faint.
Stop that folly, Foolish Girl.
Getting her memories back: He would bring her to the river where they had first met, climbing up on all the trees they had been up to, especially their favorite one. His Konpeito, the medicine for all the problems, would serve as an attempt to make her remember him as well. When he felt like that all was for nothing, he would take her to the river again, starting to skip stones, hoping for them to reach the other side so that this horrible occurrence could turn into something fortunate.

He felt incredibly guilty. She was always like this, wanting to help him with his work, convinced that it was too much for him and overworked herself.
Rushing around so much to the point of collapsing induced by stress, she was unconscious for some time, worrying Mitsuhide to death. When she finally opened her eyes, he was relieved and incredibly happy, his heart jumping in his chest before breaking, as she rejected his embrace.
The fact that she wasn’t remembering him made things even worse, letting him wonder, if things would ever return to how they used to be.
Getting her memories back: He would spend extra much time with her, drink tea in his chambers to remind her of the relaxing days. To help her recall him as a person he would do those things she finds striking about him in front of her deliberately.

She felt so much pain, it was impossible for Yukimura to bear that. Calling the best doctor in Kai, counting on him seemed like the last option he had.
Indeed the medicine he gave her made the pain fade, but also made her unresponsive, soon sending her into unconsciousness for a few days.
When she woke up again and clearly didn’t remember not only their relationship, but not even who Yukimura actually was, he just felt like crying.
Getting her memories back: He would spend his whole days at her side, telling her random stories of them and everthing they had gone through until that moment, hoping that this too would be one of the experiences they completed with a happy ending. Later he would also show her the hairpin her father gave her, as he was the one who picked it up for her as it broke.

He was worried to death when she passed out, so he was more than glad when he saw her opening her eyes and coming to again.
Her first view after several days was his charming smile looking down at her, his expression full of joy, even starker in contrast to her confusion.
She didn’t know where she was, who he was and why he was smiling so happily. When asking him, his bright expression subsided ever so slightly, getting a bit confused or trying to grasp what was going on himself. Once he introduced himself and asked, if she didn’t remember him, they both slowly understood what was going on.
Due to her amnesia and her not loving him anymore, he made sure that she didn’t leave the castle, so that she would not be able to leave him.
Getting her memories back: He would try making her remember him by using her senses. Staying close, he would hope that she could perhaps remember his scent. In case he couldn’t bring back her memories, he would simply make a lot of new ones with her.

He had promised her to protect her, always. However illness was something he didn’t have any power over, no matter how much he wished to.
Especially when seeing his beloved woman lie in their bedding, unconsciously, the fear of losing her gripped him.
Little did he know at that moment that it was not him who would lose something, but her, losing all of her memories, including that of himself. When she voiced that, he managed to stay calm, just nodding and accepting that that was what was to be expected after what had happened to her.
Getting her memories back: He would be absolutely collected, as he would be convinced that her memories could be brought back. Not making use of former experiences and situations to bring them back, he would instead just keep living with her like he did before. If she would spend time with him and the others in the castle, she would eventually bound with them emotionally again. He would hope that it could help her to remember her old feelings or at least restore them, making everything as it used to be.

He wanted to always protect her, wanted that she was always safe, far away and oblivious to his life in the shadows.
However his Little Lady was too curious, getting involved in something she was never supposed to see as a result. As if this wasn’t enough, she got in the way of a blow that was actually meant for himself, letting him drown in guilt now.
In the safety of the Castle Walls, she came to again, his blank expression the first thing she saw. When realizing that she couldn’t remember him or anyone there, that expression shifted into surprise, veiling the relief that was mingled with sorrow due to the development of the situation.
Getting her memories back: He would seem like not trying hard, but he would want her to get her memories back more than anyone. Still he could not ignore the feeling inside of him that maybe her not remembering and loving him was for the better, saving her from future problems that could be even more fatal.

Meningitis. As horrible as it sounded, the fever making her unable to respond, the only thing she was able to do tossing and turning in the bedding. Masamune stopped eating, cared for her in every minute he could spare, even if it was only sitting by her side and watch her in her agony, suffering with her.
He feared for her life, hoping everyday that the fever would subside, telling himself that he would accept anything, as long as he was sure about her surviving.
When she finally came to however, her not remembering him and not returning his love, was something he did not expect, something he was not prepared for. Devastated he didn’t continue eating, worrying everyone that loved him.
Getting her memories back: He would invite her stargazing with him every night and keep his distance for not scaring her away. Additionally he would bring her to the annex where no one was allowed except his closest retainers and her, offering that she cooked something he loved or used to order at her restaurant.

It was supposed to be wonderful, relaxing. A good experience.
An ambush, as he left the Castle with her on their way to a place where they could be alone and vacation for some time, causing her to fall from her horse was something none of them had hoped for.
When seeing her unconscious, blood dripping from her temple, he thought he was going to faint, could have sworn that his heart stopped for a moment.
Even though she still didn’t come to when he brought her back to the castle, he was a bit calmer considering that she was still living and would be getting better soon according to the doctor.
That was why he was even more shocked once she woke up, panicked and not recognizing the man that claimed to be her lover. His heart broke at the sight of her being so confused about it and seeing the eyes that used to be so full of affection now looking and him and telling him that he was nothing more than a stranger.
Getting her memories back: He would always invite her to his chambers, trying to coax her to verbalize her annoyance, but she wouldn’t care about a stranger’s room obviously. When re-introducing her to Bontenmaru wouldn’t help either, he would even offer to try it with physical contact, like a kiss, only if she pleased to get her memories of him back as well.

He trusted nobody. Didn’t accept any food from others, didn’t eat in front of anyone until she came into his life.
She taught him to trust, to sometimes rely on others and to accept them, but most importantly she taught him to love.
What happened to her, made him remember why he mistrusted everyone and why he was suspicious of everything.
There she laid, poisoned. The rage was welling up inside of him everyday anew, uncertain, if she would live for another day.
He chided himself for having been so careless, for once in his life and that one time, was when it put her at risk.
Once she woke up, relief was his main emotion, being grateful that she survived, his panic slowly fading away. Seeing the disarray, she fought with internally showing on her features, his expression turned into a disappointed one. However he was not shocked, as he was familiar with poisons and expected that much - or at least knew that it was a possibility.
Getting her memories back: He would treat her like always, as he wouldn’t know how to deal with it. Tadatsugu would keep trying to convince him to spend time privately with her to refresh the memories of intimate moments, but Ieyasu would tell him to keep out of it. Secretly he would keep pondering about how he could solve the problem on his own.  

Under normal circumstances he would have told her that she was stupid, that she was careless and clumsy.
However when seeing blood on her temple after she had slipped and knocked her head, it did only take a second to be surprised before he ran up to her.
After that incident he cared for her devotedly for several days, hardly sleeping and preferring to guard her unconscious body.
When she came to, he breathed out a long sigh of relief before silencing in shock for a while once she asked who he was.
It made him anxious, a strange feeling welling up in his heart, but there was no way that he would leave her to her own devices, chosing to instead look after her until the bitter end, even if his unrequited and forgotten love tortured him.
Getting her memories back: He wouldn’t stop trying to find a cure for her amnesia, reading through a considerable number of various books. After having read that the memories could partially be brought back by emotional experiences, he would try provoking her and picking fights, only to be confused when she wouldn’t react in the same way she used to.

Everyone he cared for came to grief. Sadly she was no exception.
Driven by their hate of Hideyoshi, they had vented themselves on her, being not able to take him on directly.
When she came to, holding her temple, her face contorted in pain, his surprised expression turned into one of utmost regret and sorrow.
Before he could apologize or ask her, if she felt a bit better, she started to look around frantically, getting even more panicky once he tried to hold her to calm her down.
Of course he understood her behavior, not wanting to pressure her after just having woken up.
However when finding out about the actual reason, he asked again, wanting to be sure that she truly didn’t remember him.
Even though he was sad due to the outcome of the situation, he told himself that this wasn’t the end yet.
Getting her memories back: He would spend time alone with her a lot, his expression saddening whenever he looked at her and saw her confused shrug. He would also make an effort to bring the whole Oda Clan together, hoping that perhaps her memories with someone else could help them along. After every little detail they would do, he would ask her, if it seemed familiar to her, so that he could continue on that track.

After a traumatic event, she repressed every reminder and emotion when thinking of it, which led to a psychogenic amnesia.
Before too long she suddenly couldn’t remember the people in Kiyosu either, mostly to Toshiie’s chagrin, who had finally won over her heart after so long.
First he didn’t understand anything, thinking of it as some kind of sick joke and being even more confused once he was sure that she was utterly serious.
Thinking it the best for her, he brought her back to Kyoto, as she was intimitaded enough with so many unknown faces and an unfamiliar place. He didn’t expect to get even more upset when she actually recognized her family, which was a good thing for itself. However he felt excluded from the group of people she loved and cared for, as she didn’t show any hint of remembering him or their relationship, despite having been together for so long. Ashamed for not having been able to protect her from a trauma yet again, he couldn’t help thinking that he perhaps deserved everything he felt.
Getting her memories back: With the help of her mother and Yahiko, he would try reminding her of the things they experienced together by telling her every story they could think of, starting from their childhood.

He was incredibly relieved. After having even expected that she could die from what happened to her, relief washed over him once he saw her open her eyes and return to a healthy state.
When noting that she didn’t remember him or anyone at the castle, he would be visibly disappointed and sad, but that wouldn’t stop him from being optimistic. After all, he had all the time in the world to bring back her memories, as long as she was there at his side, healthy and alive.
Getting her memories back: He would show her his “treasures”, every single one of them. However he would make an effort to especially emphasize those that he found together with her or that were somehow related to her. Kanetsugu would keep saying that he couldn’t bring her memories back with “trash”, but giving up was not an option for Kenshin. 

He looked after her caringly, though awkwardly, as he clearly wasn’t used to do things like that and actually didn’t even know what he was supposed to do.
Nevertheless he got pretty good at it in no time at all, never losing hope that she would soon wake up and that everything would be back to how it used to be.
When his dreams finally got true and she opened her eyes after what felt like an eternity, he smirked, his heart swelling with happiness. Immediately he swore to himself that he would never allow something like that to happen ever again, taking her hand and squeezing it. However by doing so, he didn’t earn the smile he had missed so much and was longing for, but a confused frown instead.
Hearing that the woman he loved didn’t recall any “Kakizaki Kageie”, all he could offer her was a silent “Ah”.
He was quite stoic about it, not allowing anyone to know what he was feeling, but he himself knew more than anything that he was devastated.
Getting her memories back: Before anything he would ask her, if she wished to have her memories of him back at all or rather leave. If she’d agree on the former, he would ask her for her ideas. He would even ask Kagetsugu to make some kusa mochi.
It’s disgusting, but could help.

Revamped Masterlist

Partially Updated: June 10, 2017


Zack Addy

James Aubrey

Wendell Bray

Temperance Brennan

Seely Booth 

Jack Hodgins

Caroline Julian - Teacher

Angela Montenegro

Cam Saroyan

Lance Sweets

Squints + Breakup (Features above interns as well as Clark Edison, Colin Fisher, Arastoo Viziri, Daisy Wick)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

Jennifer Jareau

Spencer Reid

David Rossi

CM Team x reader



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anonymous asked:

Hand grenade anon here: could you also do a thing on French hand grenades? What did they use? You don't ever hear about French hand grenades.

answering this before your request about Stielhandgranate ; you don’t hear much about them because French hand grenades weren’t produced in the quantity of their German counterparts for the first years of WW1. They were however pretty influential, with many designs sprouting from it.

However beforehand there was the obligatory percussion design that didn’t work - most army had one. It’s called the P1 pear or spoon grenade, P for pércutante - percussive - featured internal rather than external grooves for her shrapnelization and loaded 30g of cheddite explosive. It required cutting the safety cord around it and lifting its spoon to be armed, after which it needed to land on its butt to explode. Even with streamers, this was unreliable at best.

Starting in May 1915 however, France started issuing the F1 grenade - F standing for fusante, fused/as in fuse grenade - which is sometimes regarded as a father of modern fragmentation grenades. They all used 60g of cheddite.
Here are all the successive models of F1 Grenades, with the last being used up until 1940 - along with its successor during the 1930′s.

Starting on the left, the very first model of F1 fragmentation grenade used a straight up fuse. Like a piece of wick. Like.

The F1 à mèche Mle 1915 was apparently issued in a very small number and immediately discontinued, because as a poilu you gotta look inside yourself and say, “What am I willing to put up with today? Not fucking this.”
Moving on.
The first reliable fuse system was the F1 à percussion Mle 1915 and its development the Mle 1916.

The Mle 1915 had cardboard sleeves…

…which was replaced in the Mle1916 by brass ones, because we’re working in trenches here and cardboard tends to lose a lot of its structural integrity when wet.
The way they worked was by having a small fuse plug with an abrasive end fitted with a sleeve with a percussion cap at its bottom, the whole thing being fitted with an additional sleeve to protect it outside of combat. To ignite the fuse, the soldier had to remove the protective sleeve and strike the second one vertically as to slam the percussion cap on the fuse plug.

The brass parts of the Mle 1916 made the whole thing smaller.
It was kind of a finicky process for a soldier under fire, and thus alternative means to ignite the fuse were researched.
This led to Billant’s fuse, similar in concept to a Mills bomb and introduced in 1916 as the F1 automatique Billant Mle 1916B.

This model would see service for 24 more years and be adopted by for example by the United States, Imperial Russia, Soviet Russia, Finland…
Its successor include the Russian F1 and the American Mk2.

Finally, a lesser known French grenade is the OF1 or Grenade Offensive N°1, a concussion design used in trench warfare for offensive purposes. It loaded 250g of cheddite.

There a few more designs that saw a less extensive production, as well as gas grenades and rifle grenades but I think it’s enough for one post -w-

This is basically a huge list of books. Summer is already over, but you can read these during any free time you have.

Fluent Forever by Gabriel Wyner

“The ultimate rapid language-learning guide!…At thirty years old, Gabriel Wyner speaks six languages fluently.  He didn’t learn them in school – who does? – rather, he learned them in the past few years, working on his own and practicing on the subway, using simple techniques and free online resources. In Fluent Forever Wyner reveals what he’s discovered.”

Moonwalking With Einstein by Joshua Foer

“Moonwalking with Einstein recounts Joshua Foer’s yearlong quest to improve his memory under the tutelage of top “mental athletes.” He draws on cutting-edge research, a surprising cultural history of remembering, and venerable tricks of the mentalist’s trade to transform our understanding of human memory.”

What If? by Randall Munroe

“Serious scientific answers to absurd hypothetical answers.” The humor and information in this book reignited my interest in science after a tiring school year.

The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Maria Kondo

“This international bestseller featuring Tokyo’s newest lifestyle phenomenon will help you clear your clutter and enjoy the unique magic of a tidy home—and the calm, motivated mindset it can inspire.”

How to Become a Straight-A Student by Cal Newport

“Real straight-A students don’t study harder–they study smarter… "How to Become a Straight-A Student” reveals for the first time the proven study secrets of real straight-A students across the country and weaves them into a simple, practical system that anyone can master.“ 

Make It Stick by Peter C. Brown, Henry L. Roediger III, Mark A. McDaniel

“Drawing on recent discoveries in cognitive psychology and other disciplines, the authors offer concrete techniques for becoming more productive learners.“

A Mind For Numbers by Barbara Oakley

“ Whether you are a student struggling to fulfill a math or science requirement, or you are embarking on a career change that requires a higher level of math competency, A Mind for Number soffers the tools you need to get a better grasp of that intimidating but inescapable field.“

The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp

“Creativity is not a gift from the gods, says Twyla Tharp, bestowed by some divine and mystical spark. It is the product of preparation and effort, and it’s within reach of everyone who wants to achieve it.” 

Flow by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

“Remember the last time that you were so focused, so motivated that you felt at the absolute top of your form – alert, energized and free of self-consciousness? Chances are you were experiencing flow – an almost euphoric state of concentration and complete involvement.”

The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg

“The key to exercising regularly, losing weight, raising exceptional children, becoming more productive, building revolutionary companies and social movements, and achieving success is understanding how habits work.”

I like that Spotify did this, easy way for me to find some more great female musicans today!

[ Image description: A screen shot of a section of the Spotify app. The section is titled “Celebrate International Women’s Day!” and features playlists like “Women of Country” “Women of R&B” “Women of Pop” and “Womenf of Rock”. / end of description ]

There’s also playlists for indie, jazz, electronic, k-pop,fresh finds, hip bop, folk & americana, and latin music.

“Landing” a stolen shuttle on an Imperial engineering outpost in deep space, Rynn wound up having to pose as Imperial Rear Admiral Ra’al, the only alien woman of the rank our party could dig up in the databases. It was too nerve-wracking an experience not to paint so here’s my pilot-gal in a too-tight and too long uniform, explaining to a junior officer how useless most non-humans are. Not featured: *internal screaming*