just discovered these in my drafts

Drafting: The Theory of Shitty First Drafts

Writing books often exhort you to “write a shitty first draft,” but I always resisted this advice. After all,

  1. I was already writing shitty drafts, even when I tried to write good ones. Why go out of my way to make them shittier?
  2. A shitty first draft just kicks the can down the road, doesn’t it? Sooner or later, I’d have to write a good draft—why put it off?
  3. If I wrote without judging what I wrote, how would I make any creative choices at all?
  4. That first draft inevitably obscured my original vision, so I wanted it to be at least slightly good.
  5. Writing something shitty meant I was shitty.

So for years, I kept writing careful, cramped, painstaking first drafts—when I managed to write at all. At last, writing became so joyless, so draining, so agonizing for me that I got desperate: I either needed to quit writing altogether or give the shitty-first-draft thing a try.

Turns out everything I believed about drafting was wrong.

For the last six months, I’ve written all my first drafts in full-on don’t-give-a-fuck mode. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

“Shitty first draft” is a misnomer

A rough draft isn’t just a shitty story, any more than a painter’s preparatory sketch is just a shitty painting. Like a sketch, a draft is its own kind of thing: not a lesser version of the finished story, but a guide for making the finished story.

Once I started thinking of my rough drafts as preparatory sketches, I stopped fretting over how “bad” they were. Is a sketch “bad”? And actually, a rough draft can be beautiful the same way a sketch is beautiful: it has its own messy energy.

Don’t try to do everything at once

People who make complex things need to solve one kind of problem before they can solve others. A painter might need to work out where the big shapes go before they can paint the details. A writer might need to decide what two people are saying to each other before they can describe the light in the room or what those people are doing with their hands.

I’d always embraced this principle up to a point. In the early stages, I’d speculate and daydream and make messy notes. But that freedom would end as soon as I started drafting. When you write a scene, I thought, you have to start with the first word and write the rest in order. Then it dawned on me: nobody would ever see this! I could write the dialogue first and the action later; or the action first and the dialogue later; or some dialogue and action first and then interior monologue later; or I could write the whole thing like I was explaining the plot to my friend over the phone. The draft was just one very long, very detailed note to myself. Not a story, but a preparatory sketch for a story. Why not do it in whatever weird order made sense to me?

Get all your thoughts onto the page

Here’s how I used to write: I’d sit there staring at the screen and I’d think of something—then judge it, reject it, and reach for something else, which I’d most likely reject as well—all without ever fully knowing what those things were. And once you start rejecting thoughts, it’s hard to stop. If you don’t write down the first one, or the second, or the third, eventually your thought-generating mechanism jams up. You become convinced you have no thoughts at all.

When I compare my old drafts with my new ones, the old ones look coherent enough. They’re presentable as stories. But they suck as drafts, because I can’t see myself thinking in them. I have no idea what I wanted that story to be. These drafts are opaque and airless, inscrutable even to me, because a good 90% of what I was thinking while I wrote them never made it onto the page.

These days, most of my thoughts go onto the page, in one form or another. I don’t waste time figuring out how to say something, I just ask, “what are you trying to say here?” and write that down. Because this isn’t a story, it’s a plan for a story, so I just need the words to be clear, not beautiful. The drafts I write now are full of placeholders and weird meta notes, but when I read them, I can see where my mind is going. I can see what I’m trying to do. Consequently, I no longer feel like my drafts obscure my original vision. In fact, their whole purpose is to describe that vision.

Drafts are memos to future-you

To draft effectively, you need a personal drafting style or “language” to communicate with your future self (who is, of course, the author of your second draft). This language needs to record your ideas quickly so it can keep up with the pace of your imagination, but it needs to do so in a form that will make sense to you later. That’s why everyone’s drafts look different: your drafting style has to fit the way your mind works.

I’m still working mine out. Honestly, it might take a while. But recently, I started writing in fragments. That’s just how my mind works: I get pieces of sentences before I understand how to fit them together. Wrestling with syntax was slowing me down, so now I just generate the pieces and save their logical relationships for later. Drafting effectively means learning these things about yourself. And to do that, you can’t get all judgmental. You can’t fret over how you should be writing, you just gotta get it done.

Messy drafts are easier to revise

I find that drafting quickly and messily keeps the story from prematurely “hardening” into a mute, opaque object I’m afraid to change. I no longer do that thing, for instance, where I endlessly polish the first few paragraphs of a draft without moving on. Because how do you polish a bunch of fragments taped together with dashes? A draft that looks patently “unfinished” stays malleable, makes me want to dig my hands in and move stuff around.

You already have ideas

Sitting down to write a story, I used to feel this awful responsibility to create something good. Now I treat drafting simply as documenting ideas I already have—not as creation at all, but as observation and description. I don’t wait around for good words or good ideas. I just skim off whatever’s floating on the surface and write it down. It’s that which allows other, potentially better ideas to surface.

As a younger writer, my misery and frustration perpetuated themselves: suppressing so many thoughts made my writing cramped and inhibited, which convinced me I had no ideas, which made me even more afraid to write lest I discover how empty inside I really was. That was my fear, I guess: if I looked squarely at my innocent, unvetted, unvarnished ideas, I’d see how bad they truly were, and then I’d have to—what, pack up and go home? Never write again? I don’t know. But when I stopped rejecting ideas and started dumping them onto the page, the worst didn’t happen. In fact, it was a huge relief.


Next post: the practice of shitty first drafts

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Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s-
Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself. 

So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater part over after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.

Good.

But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.
Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.
Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.
Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!
Katara: I know.
Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!
Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.
Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye

I just discovered that Tolkien used thou and thee pronouns in his original drafts of LOTR to show how certain relationships changed from formal or hierarchical to more familiar, loving, and respectfully equal.

Apparently, the more notable you -> thee shifts occurred in interactions between Gimli and Galadriel, Eowyn and Faramir, & Frodo and Sam.

And in other news, this information has 100% ruined my life bc I now know we could have had informal pronouns in Lord of the Rings.  

anonymous asked:

Any specific headcanons for MinamixYuuri and YurixYuuri?

That’s very broad question for two of my OTPs! ^ ^;; A lot of my ideal shipping scenarios for those ships will be included in my Future!verse ABO AU, but just a few VERY general points:

Minami x Yuuri - Minami is always very open, honest, and unashamed about his feelings for Yuuri and showers Yuuri nonstop with admiration and affection. At the same time, he has Yuuri on a pedestal and part of him feels he’d never be worthy of being Yuuri’s partner, so he instead contents himself with showering Yuuri with love and trying to make him as happy as he can from whatever position he can be closest to Yuuri’s side. He’ll always prioritize Yuuri to the point he forgets about himself, which is definitely something Yuuri’ll have to make him work on if they want this relationship to work and be equal. He can be awkward and shy and is inexperienced but also won’t hesitate to go for it if he sense an opportunity. He’ll also never forgive anyone for hurting Yuuri and can go from “Yuuri’s cute pomeranian,” to “Yuuri’s rabid guard dog” in an instant if need be.

Yurio x Yuuri - Is very, VERY slow build filled with a lot of confusion, awkwardness, denial, competitiveness, and embarrassment but eventual happiness through mutual understanding. I personally HC that Yurio had something like a crush on Yuuri starting pre-canon, but he is both too emotionally immature and in denial to even consider it. It’ll take years of getting closer, spending time at Yuuri’s side, and forcing himself to analyze why he’s feeling angry -> jealous?, before Yurio’s finally able to recognize and then eventually accept his feelings. Then it’s up to him aggressively push forward because Yuuri’s not the brightest in the romance department himself, and while he’s very fond of Yurio, it will not have really occurred to him to see Yurio in that light.

FLASHPOINT

A/N: I’ve been so stressed with finals that I’m not gonna write any imagines until I pass them so I’m just posting my drafts rn sorry guys

  • PAIRING: Barry Allen/The Flash x Reader
  • SUMMARY: In which Barry’s lover dies, but when he goes back in time to save his parents, he discovers she’s also alive.
  • WARNINGS: the beginning is hella sad
  • WORDS: 782

“NO!” He let out when Zoom stabbed her then ran off. She was dead, he couldn’t believe it. If only he came just a little earlier, defeated Zoom, she would’ve possibly been alive. Now all the happiness around him is dead.

Her last words were, “do what you need to do, just remember I will always love you.” Then she took her last breath.

Barry knew what he needed to do, so he ran. Run, Barry, run; her melodic, soft voice whispered to him as he ran towards the portal to the past.

Now, he was in the last place he wanted to be. The night his mother was murdered.

He saw the Reverse-Flash take the knife, right before he was about to plunge it into his mother’s heart, The Flash attacked. Throwing Eobard on the ground, throwing a punch across his face Barry exclaimed, “You’re not gonna kill her this time. You’re not gonna kill her ever again.” That’s when Barry threw his last punch at the villain.

Then he looked up, seeing another Flash peeking through the door. The other Flash chuckled a bit, seeing that his mom is still alive then faded away.

When he looked down at his mother she had a terrified look on her face, crying out, “No,” while moving away from Barry.

The young man shook his head, “I’m not gonna hurt you.” The woman continued to whimper while looking up at Barry as he reassured her, “I’m not gonna hurt you, you’re safe now.”

Maybe he was just trying to reassure himself.

It has been a couple of months now living with his–now alive–parents, and he was truly happy now.

Little did the speedstar know that he was going be reunited with the love of his life. He was just about to walk into Jitters, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee instantly hitting him. He didn’t worry about that right now, his attention was grasped by the glorious girl he saw a few feet away from him, standing in line and about to order a coffee.

His heart started beating fast, just like every time he saw her.  Their everlasting love being reunited again.

And so he practiced what he was going to say before he went to talk to her. The young man can’t just go up there and say, ‘hey you probably don’t know me but I know you, you died right in my arms in another life and we’re meant to be with each other.’

When she got her coffee she muttered a ‘thank you’ to the barista, found a table and sat down on one of the very uncomfortable, high stool’s the coffee shop had many to offer.

Barry decided to make his move now before it was too late. And so he went behind the girl who just casually surfing through her phone while sipping a cappuccino.

Then all of a sudden she got up and was about to turn around, but that just made her crash into the brown-haired fellow.

He was too busy trying to talk to her that his reflexes didn’t tell him to move out of the way the moment she was about to crash into him.

The girl was about to apologize and Barry was about to also, and that was when they both said it in unison. “I’m sorry.” then the both of them chuckled, just like old times.

Once their laughter has died down Y/N decided to speak, “Let me go first. Hi I’m Y/N Y/L/N I’m really sorry I bumped into you, I didn’t see you there.”

Barry smiled, “Hey, I’m Barry Allen it’s very nice to meet you. And it’s alright.”

The Y/E/C girl giggled then realized something, looking up at Barry as she spoke, “you know I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, have we met?”

Shaking his head Barry answered, “Nope, I don’t think so? I guess I just have one of those faces,” he chuckled rubbing a hand behind his neck, a habit he had when he was nervous.

The girl nodded, politely smiling. Then Barry brought up a question he was itching to ask her, “um…would you like to um—well I would hope you would like to um…”

Before he can fully complete the sentence he has been dying to ask her, she decided to complete it for him, “if you’re asking me to go out with you sometime, then that’s a yes.”

“Okay, that’s great…” Barry said walking backward trying to seem sly, but failing miserably when he didn’t see the wall behind him that he just so happened to bump into. A concerned Y/N was about to warn him but all he mustered was a, “I’m okay.” Leaving her in a giggling mess.

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS (check these out for more!)

Bts reaction to you dressing sexy:

Anon requested: Can u do a bts reaction of their s/o always dressing modest, but one date night they decide to wear a tight, lace up front dress or something? Lol this is really specific sorry!

This one has been sitting in my drafts for so long I am so sorry of the person who requested this. Here you go ~
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Jin:

Originally posted by ofzico

At first, when you showed up in that flashy dress, a smile lit up his face, and he pulled you in for a soft kiss. He will be so mesmerise by your beauty that he can’t help but smile all night.

Suga:

Originally posted by markjin

It wasn’t about the exposed skin or anything, it’s about the fact that he discovers how beautiful you are each day. Yoongi is going to stay quite all day, just hearing you speak and looking at you as if you are a precious pearl.

Jhope:

Originally posted by jjilljj

Shameless love. I bet you he is going to spin you around like show me what you got girl and why don’t you show me that more often and ugh you are going to spend the entire day blushing over his never ending compliments.

Rap monster:

Originally posted by sugutie

It made him fall in love with you more. The way you keep yourself modest and down to earth. But when you try to spice it up, you blow his mind and leave his jaw open. Really it just makes him realise how much you are precious to him.

Jimin:

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

He bit his lip when he saw you coming his way in that dress. Kissing your lips furiously to keep any intruding men away from your sexy figure, he lustfully whispered in your ear, “why do you have to show the world too”. He will stay quite all evening, interrupting your speech to drop one or two sexy comments.

V/Taehyung:

Originally posted by taetaehyungs

You wouldn’t have doubted yourself if he didn’t gasp so dramatically. You’ll shrug cutely like do you like it? And he is going to pull you in, kissing your face like are you kidding me I love it.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by apgujeon

Ah this boy. At first he seemed like he didn’t care, casually taking your hands, but when you are not looking, he is staring at you with so much love like he can’t believe how lucky he is. He will wrap an arm around your waist to keep off any hungry eyes off you. Taking tons of selfies and pictures of you so he can keep it as his screensaver.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I hope you don't mind a throwback question to the early days of the show; but I was wondering—do you have any theories about why Sherlock excluded John from his cases for two months after ASiP? I always been puzzled by that, even before I discovered TJLC. I'd love to hear any thoughts. Thank you!

Hey Nonny!

Aw, yeah, I love throwback Thursdays LOL! Oh, gosh, I know this was explored at least in a fanfic, and I think I have seen a meta about this, but I’m gonna do my own and give you my thoughts :D I think the original meta itself stated that just because John wasn’t writing about it didn’t mean that they weren’t having cases! Which I believe completely! Could be that John didn’t know yet that he was destined to write a blog, so he maybe started drafting them and thought “what a silly idea, I like writing about this man, but he won’t care”, or didn’t start writing them until he found out Sherlock was starting to read them… as in, John DID visit Sherlock’s blog, found out that Sherlock just wasn’t going to tell him:

Because these are the idiots we are dealing with, here, people. Because as you’ll see, John can be just as petty as Sherlock, and not tell Sherlock he noticed.

The above comment immediately following the address change post, and John comments on the post right after this one, so he fucking noticed right away. John visited the blog on a regular basis (in-show, John knows exactly what was on Sherlock’s blog at any given time [the tobacco ash comment]), I think we can then assume he saw this VERY early on. In fact, probably the SAME DAY, given this comment here:

Our cupid Mike Stamford probably then immediately went to Sherlock’s blog and made the comment on the forum directing Sherlock to John’s blog, and Sherlock immediately checked it out and did his aloof schtick. Now, since Sherlock’s forum posts don’t have dates, I can’t say with certainty on what day that Sherlock commented with “I’ll wait until he’s noticed I noticed”, but I think it’s a good guess to say it was on the same day as ASiP.

Also, even before the ASiP blog post was put up, John was already directing people to Sherlock’s blog post the night after ASiP happened in the timeline (the ASiP post went up Feb 7):

So, you know DAMNED WELL John INDEED saw the “see if he notices” post because THAT POST is just below the coded message post on Sherlock’s forum.

Now, John is encouraged again since he knows that Sherlock is reading his blog, and John was just waiting for the most interesting case they had so he could embellish and romanticize Sherlock (which I genuinely think John didn’t realize he did until Sherlock brought it up in comment on ASiP) so he could impress Sherlock and indulge Sherlock in the praise I think he knew Sherlock loved

Apparently John never said anything, because Sherlock didn’t comment or allude to him knowing about the Study in Pink blog post until a month or so later, on the same day that the Blind Banker case was posted:

WHICH IS HILARIOUS BECAUSE ONLY A FEW DAYS BEFORE SHERLOCK COULDN’T CONTAIN HIMSELF ANYMORE AND WAS COMMENTING ON LITERALLY EVERY OTHER POST JOHN MADE:

SHERLOCK WAS GETTING ANNOYED THAT JOHN DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING TO HIM ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT IF HE NOTICED THAT SHERLOCK NOTICED THE ASiP POST.

SHERLOCK COULD NOT CONTAIN HIMSELF ANY LONGER, SO HE WAS THEN CASUALLY COMMENTING ON RANDOM POSTS TO TRY TO GET JOHN TO SAY SOMETHING TO HIM.

UNTIL HE FINALLY BROKE DOWN AND POSTED DAYS LATER ON THE ASiP POST

THESE TWO WERE LITERALLY PLAYING A GAME OF “Well if he’s not going to say anything, I’M not saying anything!” THEY WERE BEING IDIOTS ABOUT IT. JOHN’S BLOG POST WAS A LITERAL ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM.

Who knew Sherlock would be the first to crack??? HE COULDN’T TAKE JOHN NOT NOTICING HIM ANYMORE. It was driving him nuts.

Also, there is the Diamonds are forever post that mentions Sherlock did find a body, so I think they were still out solving cases.

So, Nonny, I personally believe that they WERE out solving cases, just he was being petty and dumb and held out as long as possible to write up the next post in full because I think he KNEW it was killing Sherlock. There’s really nothing in-canon that states they just were sitting around doing nothing for a month. I mean, sure, they were probably still trying to find the right groove of living together, but I think in the end it’s just a case of “anything could have happened”, but more likely they’re just being stupid idiots and pretending to ignore each other and pretending that they weren’t already so fucking gone on each other. Jesus.

Only 6 years later we discover Sherlock fucking ADORES John’s blog to pieces, loves the inane names that John comes up with, and reads it when he’s pining for him, FFS.

*flips a table* I FUCKING CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE TWO.

(also, as a completely unrelated aside, anyone else find it fishy that it’s only JOHN’S blog that they broke the fourth wall on and said John wouldn’t be updating anymore? Sherlock’s, Molly’s and Prince’s blog all do not have the BBC message at the top… just something to think about).

anonymous asked:

What are the benefits of dividing (or not dividing) the first draft of a story into chapters?

The main thing that chaptering a first draft will do is help you, as an author, develop a feel for how your work is structured. Essentially, the first draft is you writing for yourself, and whatever you do there is in the main part going to be about you discovering the story and working out how it fits together.

If it doesn’t help you in your process, then don’t worry about chapters during the first draft, if it does help you, then go ahead.

This is one of the parts of writing practice that comes down to personal preference and your own strategies of work and writing. My personal preference changes from story to story, in my current WIP I’m very quickly zipping through and the story seems quite naturally divided into chapters, it’s very easy to just break it up and lay it all out like beads on a string.

But I’ve written stories before where I had no idea where I could divide it, so I just kept on writing and waited until I was rewriting to divide it, or had someone I trusted and who knew what they were talking about read it and give me their suggestions.

If it helps you think about the structure of your story as a whole, go through a few books that you have handy, and check out about how long the story is, how many chapters it has, how long each chapter is, what the circumstances of the transition between chapters generally is. Does the author cover a certain length of time with each chapter? Do they cover a discrete series of actions? Do they have long chapters or short?

If you’re familiar with how writers you admire handle chapter breaks, it can give you some insight into how you might approach it in your own work, and it might give you ideas of what you want to do or try. It could also give you ideas of things you don’t want to do, which can be just as important!

There’s no single approach to this kind of thing, and to my mind the most important aspect is that you find what works for you, and what helps you get through the first draft.

I just wrote my masterpiece in drafts didn’t save it went to look in google to write correctly a name and it disappeared. I feel impaled and like I murdered my favorite child. I feel like Ernest Hemingway during war when his first wife came to him after she forgot his manuscript in the train. He divorced her afterwords. What a pity I cannot divorce my impulsivity and stupidity. Such frustration I didn’t feel since childhood when I discovered that Santa Claus is my beloved mother. In my humble opinion oblivion is the greatest gift bestowed upon us.

anonymous asked:

Do you know a good way to organize the information in a bos? I want to make one but i don't know how to put all the information in it and have it make sense. Like i think i should maybe start with describing what certain properties things have like the different stones or maybe like just writing words and have what they mean beside them??? I dont know how to start or organize the whole think could you help? Im thinking of using a binder btw to make it a bit easier if i mess up or something

Hey Anon, Nessa here. Starting a Grimoire should not be very difficult as long as you know you're doing it to help and benefit you. Most people, including myself, fear to mess up their Grimoire by making mistakes– some are worried it won't look “pretty” or “artsy” enough! I personally prefer mine to be artsy, but it still holds the same meaningful purpose it was intended for. Because of this, I started a Draft/ Travel Grimoire just for me to kind of doodle and also have it at my convenience whenever I needed it if I was out and about. 

So my suggestions would be to start a draft. It’s a good way to start because the more you write in it, you will start to get a feel for how you want to organize your final draft. Since you are using a binder, don't worry so much about how the organization because you can always move pages around. Considering you are just starting one organizing your thoughts is probably the most important as you want them to flow and throughout your pages( this statement is probably contradicting sorry x.x).

  1.  I started out defining what my craft meant to me and why I was on this journey ( i think that this is the most important since your Grimoire is about your journey and what you have/ want to discover/want to use in your practice) 
  2. I did a Grimoire protection sigil because I wanted to ( not everyone does this )
  3. I then started to explain the different signs and symbols, elements with its correspondence, herbs, oils, colors, crystals, etc… because I practice Buddhism as well, I  included some Buddhist symbols with its meanings, chakras, auras, chants, meditations, etc…  

Here are also some links to help you better organize/ start out your Grimoire. 

Stay Cozy -Nessa :)

archiveofourown.org
in your black heart (is where you'll find me) - notcaycepollard - Captain America (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Hey,” he tries, “hey darlin’, can you pass me the milk?”

“Oh sure,” Sam responds after a long pause. “Here you go. Sweetie.”

“Thanks, hon, you’re a real doll,” Bucky drawls, and pours himself another bowl of cereal, tops up his coffee, takes a mouthful of milk straight from the carton just for good measure. Sam narrows his eyes.

“That’s disgusting,” he sighs, and Bucky makes deliberate eye contact, swallows another mouthful. Sam holds his gaze. “Cupcake, come on, I gotta drink that shit, stop putting your mouth all over it.”

“I’ll put my mouth all over wherever I want,” Bucky tells him. “Sweetheart.”

“Will you just,” Sam mutters, and sips his black coffee like he’s totally unruffled, and Bucky is startled to discover that he’s the one who’s blushing. Shit. Maybe this was a tactical error.

clearing out my drafts, happy friday, enjoy this sambucky pet names bickering

anonymous asked:

Hey hun! (I just decided to stay as inspired anon on here for the time being cx) I just wanted to ask about who your favourite fic writers are on here? I could do with some more fic to read, but I never know where to start :') - inspired anon (I don't have a slew of asks this time luckily, just this one, I feel like I agitate everyone with my ton of asks 😂)

Yes sure, you can stay here as a lovely anon, I don’t mind :’)

Ok so, you can see my fave writers on my rec page, the are all the most talented, sweet, funny people here!!!

But I mean, I think I’ll refresh your memory, cos I never miss an opportunity to throw some well deserved love at these amazing girl :’)

(even tho it’s always a bit embarrassing tagging so many people lol) 

First of all, I have to start with my dear dear friend @inktae <3 I 99% sure you already know her actually, for her stories are legendary here :’) just go through her whole masterlist (esp since I know you are into angst these days)

But my faves are surely Lavender hues, The swirling ways of stars, First light, Blue orchids and Below thunder showers

She’s also an extremely sweet girl :’)

Then, we have @pantaemonium, la mia lauretta, she wrote some amazing fics as well (even tho she always deny her talent and I just wanna smack her head every time she doesn’t let me compliment her talented ass), anyway, my faves are Fallout, First kiss and ofc Sonata for a frozen heart (I screamed until 2 am at her when she posted it ahahah), but again, love her whole mlist

Another big queen of the fandom his @gukvory and I really feel like I don’t have enough words to express how much her style can make my heart quiver :’) she has an amazing way with words and her plot are just spectacular! I have to rec An oath for sinners, Kingdom ties and Something in the water for sure :’)

Also, @myfeelsinink has some pretty badass stories (more on the fluffy side tho), especially Bread pudding and Luna!!

Same goes with @thules, look this girl has one of the most refined style I ever had the pleasure to witness :’) my faves are Metempsychosis, Pas de trois, and Traced in constellations the delicacy of her words will make you super soft I promise :’)

A similar soft style is to be found on @wonderer-ru‘s blog!! Even tho she still manage to put some angst in it. And damn man, she’ll tell you she can’t write but NO LIE COULD BE BIGGER THAT THIS. Don’t listen to her and just go read her wonderful stories :’) in particular Seven of hearts and Lightning under your skin <3

If you are into smut, you may want to check out @bxebxee and her Impatient, Cats and dogs and Stain and the whole draft tag (some juicy things are hidden there ohohoh); also   @1honeypot who I recently discovered and man her fics are not only way above the usual smut, but her characterization is also always on point :’) for her, I have a lot of love for Jinx, badboy!Jeon and Dare <3

And here there are some other authors that I’m really looking up to: @cyphertrip (her whole mastelist, I can’t chose only a couple of fics ok, everything is just great), @yoongihime (the most sparkling bean in my life, the cherry on my cake, the tae to my min), she has this super cool three words thing and it’s amazing how creative she can be starting only by a few words :’) she shifts between angst and fluff, but everything is equally amazing!! Again, check her whole masterlist!

Again, all these girl are amazing writers and people, I’m sure you’ll like all their works for they are amazing :’) pliz, go send them a lot of love!! They truly deserve it <3<3

anonymous asked:

sorry if this has been asked before, but is there a place where we can access your ever growing list of to-reads? been facing a bit of a dry spell lately and i've always enjoyed your recs. also hope you don't mind if i ask where you source original stories to read from? i ask this with the course of honour in mind- found that through your blog- but mostly i am wondering if there is a Great Repository somewhere and i am yet to discover it, or if it's just a matter of following the right people :)

honest to god, this is me just copy-pasting my BOOKS TO READ email draft into this text box. I cannot vouch for the quality of any of them because, obviously, I have not read them, but they were all added to the list because they sound up my alley, or just as reminders to myself because I’ve read other things by these authors.

(I have a lot–a LOT–more books on my to-read list which are literally ON MY SHELF and so never needed to be added to this physical list. but I am not going to list those because we will be here all day.)

most of these are recs from friends or mentioned on podcasts (I recommend galactic suburbia!) or based on good reviews I’ve stumbled across:

Aliette de Bodard - House of Shattered Wings
Lois McMaster Bujold - Vorkosigan saga
Italo Calvino - Invisible Cities
Tessa Crowley - Godspeaker
Jennifer Cruisie - Bet Me
Samuel Delaney - Stars in my Pocket Like Grains of Sand
Cory Doctorow - Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom, Little Brother
Thoraiya Dyer - Crossroads of Canopy
Joseph Fink - Welcome to Night Vale 
Max Gladstone - Three Parts Dead
Nicola Griffith - Hild
Joe Haldeman - The Forever War
Robert Heinlein - The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress
Christopher Hibbert - The House of Medici, The Borgias
N.K. Jemisin - The Fifth Season, The Obelisk Gate
Shirley Jackson - The Haunting of Hill House
Alaya Dawn Johnson - The Summer Prince
Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff - Illuminae
Mary Robinette Kowal - Valour and Vanity
Justine Larbalestier - My Sister Rosa, Razorhurst
Cixin Liu - The Three Body Problem
Sarah J. Maas - A Court of Thorns and Roses series
Walter Moers - The City of Dreaming Books
Nnedi Okorafor - Who Fears Death
Bob Proehl - A Hundred Thousand Worlds
Natasha Pulley - The Watchmaker of Filagree Street
Brandon Sanderson - Mistborn
Emily Skrutskie - The Abyss Surrounds Us
Angela Slatter - Vigil
Charles Stross - Glasshouse
Cathrynne Valente - Deathless, Radiance
Genevieve Valentine - Persona, Icon

in terms of original stories posted for free online: I am yet to read course of honour, and the last time I read an online serial it was CAPTIVE PRINCE, ON LIVEJOURNAL, so I am not exactly sitting on a dragon-like hoard of them, alas.

NOTE FOR MY BELOVED FOLLOWERS: please, for the love of everything, do not leap in to tell me five more things that should be on this list. usually I enjoy getting recs, but I am not in the greatest space at the moment when it comes to my overachiever neuroticism and tendency to shout at myself about Things I Am Not Doing And Should Really Be Doing, so I am not in the mood to lengthen any to-do lists. thank you.

Writing problems - Is it just me, or...?

Me: *Just woke up, grabs laptop* 

Me: “Let’s just write for an hour before I have to run some errands…“

Me: *Gets absorbed in writing*

Me: “Maybe I should….”

Me: *Gets distracted by the fic draft again*

Me: *Glances at the clock and discovers four hours passed*

Me: “HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED”

Originally posted by ofallingstar

anonymous asked:

Hey Ms. Jenba, do you have any lot for Granite Falls? Or even some recommendation? Thanks in advance and keep the great work!

Hi Anon! I’ve built a couple lots for Granite Falls just for my own gameplay (just a community pool and a multi-cabin lot), but I’ve never uploaded them. The cabin one had CC, and I just never got around to making it CC-free. I probably could at some point, but it’ll be awhile since I’m up to my ears in other projects! ;-p

However, I can recommend some lots (not necessarily CC-free):

And I am so sorry for the delay in answering this ask - I had started answering it ages ago, then got interrupted and saved it to my Drafts. I just discovered it tonight when I was looking for something else in my drafts folder! :-/ I’m the worst! 

anonymous asked:

Maybe a heated argument in the rain where BB and raven get pissed off. But in the end they have one of those dramatic moments when they kiss in the rain ( idk if you've seen the notebook but that's where I'm basing it off) some lemon too? xx

Raven stalked down the sidewalk, hardly noticing the pouring rain. Dark energy crackled from her fingertips, skittering across the puddles forming at her feet and rattled the lampposts overhead. Still, she marched onward, anger fueling her every step. 

“Raven!” 

Beast Boy’s voice echoed in the empty street, grating on her ears. She grit her teeth, her scowl deepening. Talking to him was definitely the last thing Raven wanted to do. 

“Raven, wait up!” 

His voice drew closer, and Raven whirled around with a huff. “What?” she snapped. “Am I incapable of walking, now?” 

Beast Boy flinched. “N-no, I-”

“I am not some helpless little girl,” Raven seethed. “I don’t need saving. And I certainly don’t need you throwing yourself into danger when I have everything under control!” Raindrops filled the silence as she glared at the boy in front of her. Raven trembled, though whether it was from fury or from the rain, she couldn’t tell. She moved to turn away, only for Beast Boy to lurch forward and grasp her arm. 

“Wait!” 

Raven jerked her gaze to his, furrowing her brows. 

“I’m sorry, okay?” His shoulders sagged, and an overwhelming sensation of despair bushed forth from him like a geyser. Raven stilled, blinking the raindrops from her eyes. 

“I know you’re not helpless. You’re Raven for fuck’s sake. I just…” He trailed off, his gaze raising to meet hers. There was something there, welling up within those endless mossy depths. Raven sucked in a breath, hugging her sodden cloak to herself. 

“Fuck it,” Beast Boy muttered. He jerked forward, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her. Raven stiffened in shock. 

Beast Boy was kissing her. 

Her eyes fluttered closed, and Raven found herself kissing back. His lips were warm and slippery with rainwater, and he tasted faintly of mint. The kiss was slow and passionate, and Raven felt warm inside despite the chill of the rain. 

They broke apart, and Beast Boy rested his forehead on hers. “I just can’t bear the thought of losing you too.” 

Raven’s heart leaped in her chest. She reached up, brushing her fingers along his jaw. “You won’t,” she murmured. And then she kissed him.


Anon, you have discovered my weakness. The ‘kissing in the rain’ trope is one you all will have to pry from my cold, dead fingers ‘cuz I’m probably gonna write it until I can’t write anymore, lol. Also, sorry for the lack of lemon here. I just don;t know how to make it work for this one…

But don’t worry. I’ve got a little something in my drafts that’ll satisfy that craving ;) So stay tuned. 

-mod vixensheart

WHEN MY FAMILY DISCOVERS I DO NOT LOVE
THE WAY THEY TAUGHT ME TO LOVE


When my mother asks Are you gay? I tell her I am
sorry. When she asks How can you possibly love
something that looks just like you do?


I wonder how long she has hated herself.

My sister shakes me by the shoulders and says:

Mom will never be the mother you need her
to be. She cannot give you the love

you deserve to receive.


This is something I am trying to accept.

My mom insists she doesn’t mind the glitter, just
the mess it’s left all over the house. She doesn’t mind
my sexuality, just how it sticks to the furniture.

She is not angry at me- just exhausted.

Now, there is so much to clean
before we have company.
—  WHEN MY FAMILY DISCOVERS I DO NOT LOVE THE WAY THEY TAUGHT ME TO LOVEby Blythe Baird