People sometimes send me Asks wanting writing advice. I suck at it. I don’t really know how I do the writing, or how one should do the writing, or what one should do to get better at the writing. All I can ever think to say is “write a lot of stuff and you will get better at the writing.” Which is true, but hardly a bolt from the sky.
Well, as it turns out, I do have one piece of Legit Writing Advice, and I am going to share it with you, right now. If you were in any of my writing workshop groups at a con, you’ve heard this advice already.
Warning: you’re going to fucking hate it. But if you do it, you will thank me.
If you have a piece of fiction you’re serious about, something you might want to actually shop around, or just something you really are into and want to make it as good as you can…do NOT edit it.
Repeat. DO NOT EDIT.
As in, print out the whole fucking thing and re-enter it, every word (or use two screens). Retype the whole thing. Recreate it from the ground up using your first draft as a template. Start with a blank page and re-enter every. single. word.
I hear you screaming. OH MY GOD THAT’S INSANE.
Yes. Yes, it is.
It is also the most powerful thing you will ever do for a piece of fiction that you are serious about.
Now, let’s get real. I don’t do this for most things. I don’t do it for my fanfiction. But if it’s something original, something I might like to get to a professional level - I do it. You absolutely COULD do it for fanfiction. It’s just up to you and how much time you want to sink into a piece.
You can edit, sure. But you WILL NOT get down to the level of change that needs to happen in a second draft. You will let things slide. Your eyes will miss things. You will say “eh, good enough.”
The first time I did this, on someone else’s advice, I was dubious. Within two pages, I was saying WHY HAVE I NOT BEEN DOING THIS ALL THE TIME. I was amazed at how much change was happening. By the time I got to the end, I had an entirely different novel than the one I’d started with. When you’re already re-entering every single word, it’s easy to make deep changes. You’ll reformat sentences, you’ll switch phrases around, you’ll massage your word choice. You’ll discover whole paragraphs that don’t need to be there at all because they became redundant. You’ll find dialogue exchanges that need reimagining. Whole plot points will suddenly be different, whole story arcs will reveal their flaws and get re-drawn.
You cannot get down to the fundamental level of change that’s required just by editing an existing document. You have to rebuild it if you really want your story to evolve. You will be AMAZED at the difference it will make.
It will take time. It will seem like a huge, Herculean task. I’m not saying it’s easy. It isn’t. But it is absolutely revolutionary.
Try it. I promise, you will see what I mean.
*PSA: Tipsy!Lori wrote this post. In case you couldn’t tell.
Time for a rant:
First off let me say I’m a clexa shipper, so I went through the same thing you guys did when Lexa died. But what I’m about to rant about is more serious than any fictional ship.
Okay, for all of you people who’re not watching The 100 anymore because you’re upset, that’s fine! It’s completely okay to stop watching a show you no longer like. But to you shits who’re actively trying to get The 100 cancelled and boycotting it, stop. Seriously, you guys may think that you’re doing the right thing and trying to stop queer bating but you’re destroying tons of innocent people’s livelihood. You’re trying to cancel a show that’s queer bated, which it bad, but that was a decision that was made by a few. You’re taking away the jobs of tons of people for instance, Eliza Taylor, Lindsey Morgan, Bob Morley, Marie Avgeropoulos, Devon Bostick, Henry Ian Custick, Richard Harmon, Paige Turco, Chris Larkin, Isaiah Washington, Zach McGowan, cinematographer, floor manager, graphics coordinator, stage manager, makeup artists, production manager, technical directors, stunt coordinators, video control operator, composer, colorist, editors, foley artist, costume designer, location manager, production and set designer, etc. Should I go on? And I know what you guys are saying, that they’ll be better off working on something that’s not the show, but not if the show gets cancelled! They’re way less likely to get hired (maybe even ever again) if the show gets cancelled, it looks bad for them. Name one successful actor from a failed tv show. Hmmm, don’t really know anyone do you? And then think about some minor workers on the set who might not even get a job ever again if The 100 gets cancelled. All because you guys had to have a fit and demand the show gets cancelled, stop being a baby and realize that people have jobs and aren’t as privileged to have everything handed to them, they work, and you’re taking away the work from them. It’s as simple as that. Yes, I get you’re upset about Lexa but please look at the bigger picture. So next time I hear someone trying to boycott The 100, you better be ready for me setting a fire in your ass.
Steve started to enter the lounge, but stopped as he saw the woman in red. She was stunning. Gorgeous. A knock out.
“Your car’s ready, Darcy! Enjoy your date and thank me later.” Natasha sounded triumphant.
He regretted blowing off Natasha’s latest attempt at matchmaking more than he could’ve ever imagined. Self-insulting curses and expletives echoed inside his head as he realized his epic mistake- and he tried not to drool. He stayed out of Darcy’s line of sight and stared at her hopelessly.
As Darcy swept out of the room, Natasha handed her a condom. “You look fantastic and you’re gonna need this.”
Darcy grinned and tucked it in her handbag, “If he’s as amazing as you say, we may need more.”
After she was gone, Natasha turned and called out. “You can come out now. Did you want something?”
“Is that the woman you told me to ask out for tonight? Was THAT Darcy Lewis?” Steve hung his head, wincing.
Natasha raised a brow. “Yes. THAT was Darcy Lewis. Why do you ask? I mean.. sure, she’s funny and gorgeous and nice. Brave, too. She laid Thor out with a Taser when they first met. But, you ‘just want some peace and quiet’ and ‘no one can be THAT amazing’. Right?”
He swallowed hard and looked longingly towards the door Darcy left by. “I may have been completely wrong about that.”
Natasha’ nodded, smug. “Uh huh. Say you’re sorry for doubting me.”
Steve sighed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.” His expression crumpled with regret. “I’m really sorry.” He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head.
With a triumphant air, Natasha walked past him and pulled his dark navy suit and his black dress shoes out of a nearby closet. “Here. Get dressed and don’t doubt me again. Oh. And name one of the kids after me.” She frowned. “Don’t gawk. Dress. Hurry. This is planned down to the second.” She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial. “Agent Hart? This is Romanoff. Return to your post. I’m sorry, but you’re needed at Headquarters tonight. I’ll have someone let your blind date know. Thank you.”
Steve stripped without further delay and put on the suit. He frowned. “Hart? Hasn’t he dated every woman on base?”
Natasha looked like the cat who had eaten the canary. “Almost. A few of the men, too. He’s really good in bed. If for some reason I couldn’t set Darcy up with the man most likely to be the love of her life, I was at least gonna make sure she got laid.” She stepped closer and helped him with his tie. “Just be yourself, Steve. You two are perfect for each other.”
With a bashful smile, he nodded and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thanks.”
Natasha stood back and looked him over. “You look good. Your driver’s route is shorter than hers and I gave them your name at the restaurant. Have fun.”
Barely repressing a smirk, Steve looked askance at Natasha.
Finally, she reached in her pocket and handed him several condoms. “Oh? Okay. Here. You’re welcome.” She chuckled.
As he dashed out he called back to her, “THANK YOU!”
The girls have been skating competitively for years. I think it’s safe to say that they’ve probably known each other since before Mila was 18. Especially because they seem pretty close in the show. They’ve probably been friends for at least a few years, since Mila started skating in the senior division with Sara. Perhaps since Mila was 15/16 and Sara was 19/20.
Yall seem to have a problem with people aging up Otayuri. Or with them waiting for Yurio to turn 18. Like yall argue that Otabek would still be a predator for “waiting” because that would mean he had romantic/sexual intentions with Yurio from the start or something.
But Sara and Mila probably knew each other when Mila was still a minor. Why is it okay to ship them just because Mila is 18 now? When they probably knew each other when Mila was still a minor. So going by your logic, why is Sara not a predator as well for “waiting” for Mila to turn 18?
Like this is a legit question, I don’t understand your logic, please explain?
we weren’t vampires, not at all
just two angsty kids with not enough time
we held hands among trees
those trees knew our names
it started out with few intentions
art shows and restaurants
and raspberry kisses
my neck, your neck
we made a blanket fort and i swear
we could’ve stayed there for years
but the bastions crumbled
the buttresses fell
the columns couldn’t hold
/// title inspired by the song “by your hand” by los campesinos! ///
The people who appealed to the BBC Trust about the elaborate and offensive queerbaiting on BBC Sherlock, after having remained unsatisfied with the previous derogatory responses from the BBC Complaints Team on the matter (x and x), received this rather stupefying reply today in the mail.
The most baffling sentence in this long letter is perhaps this one:
“It was not about fact and although the issue mattered a great deal to those who complained it was not serious - it was fiction.”
The BBC Trust almost seems to suggest that the BBC’s editorial guidelines do not apply to fiction, while the BBC’s own introduction to those very guidelines states the following: “We seek to uphold the BBC’s Editorial Values in all we do. They embody our freedoms and responsibilities and, like the Editorial Guidelines, apply to all our content, whether it is made by the BBC itself or by an independent company working for the BBC.”
So how can this be an argument not to put the appeal before the Trustees?
Also, the Trust gave this puzzling statement:
“[The subject matter] was not a matter of intense debate or importance in a particular nation, region or discrete area likely to comprise a significant part of the audience.”
Apparently, a particular but significant group of the audience not centred in one geographical location doesn’t count when it’s negatively affected?!
OpNorbury would love to hear your thoughts on this!
Daddy!Kim is super fun to write and all, but I just want to make a post that I won’t be writing Daddy!Kim as G!P. I know that I have done it for Clexa in Welcome to Trigeda Industries, Ms Griffin, and I still don’t really like thinking about updating that fic because now that I’ve co-written Taking the Shot with @raedmagdon, I’ve realized that writing Daddy!Kink with G!P is not only dangerous, but super fetishizing and very inappropriate considering I am a genderqueer person who primarily self-identifies with pronouns of my natal sex. I am in no position to write experiences of trans or intersex people, and if I do (or if anyone who isn’t trans or intersex does), it should be done with caution.
Even though I had a trans WOC and an intersex friend reading over the parts for WTTIMG and they found few faults with it, those two voices don’t speak for the entire trans or intersex community, and therefore a lot of other people can unintentionally get hurt. The danger of writing G!P smut is that it can end up being hyper-sexualizing and at times, pathological and wildly inappropriate (as was with the case with the first few chapters of WTTIMG, which was my fault).
As authors, we’re here to create entertainment. But this being said, it shouldn’t be a trade-off between writing responsibly and writing for the sake of garnering attention from people who enjoy a certain kink. I have already received a few messages asking if I’ll write G!P Kim, and my answer to that I’ll only do it if I choose to explicitly make Kim trans, and if they have sex, it wouldn’t about focusing in on Kim’s genitals as a way to create “better” smut. I am guilty of doing this for WTTIMG, and I have already issued the apology for that so I’m not going to dwell further on it. I have learned from writing that story and now co-writing Taking the Shot has taught me how you can balance great smut with great plot without compromising a community’s mental/physical health. Trans and intersex communities deserve representation that is positive and healthy.
So in short, to the anon that asked about G!P Kim, it’s definitely not going to be paired with a Daddy Kink if I do. I kind of like the idea of Trans! Kim having the same personality as Trans! Lexa from Taking the Shot, if anything. In my opinion, representation matters more than entertainment, but you can always have a good balance of both as long as you are respectful and decent about it.
As a side note, if you are trans or intersex and you DO enjoy being called daddy/calling someone daddy, this isn’t to say you can’t. Of course you can. Kinks are meant to be fun and spice up your love life and everyone is entitled to practice their sexual lives as they wish, but I think it’s especially important that non-trans or non-intersex people writing G!P fan-fiction to keep in mind that they haven’t lived through experiences of these communities and that even consulting a few small subsets of people isn’t a justification for writing something that could be inappropriate or offensive to the wider group of people. It’s good to get opinions, but not everyone’s life story is the same.
Anyways, I thought I’d make a post. I’ve been loving y’alls comments on the Daddy Kim fic, but I just wanted to be clear that Daddy Kim is NOT going to be G!P. It’s hard to not offend everyone, but G!P + Daddy Kink is a bit too dangerous to ignore. I learned my lesson from WTTIMG (very much so), and I really don’t want to repeat that same mistake with this amazing fandom.
I have faith in the teens of today that they will not take dating tips and life advice from fanfiction. I didn’t go out and date a middle aged librarian because I read Giles/Xander Buffy fic, and I trust the intelligence of modern teens to follow a similar trajectory with fandoms like Overwatch and Voltron and Marvel.
Fanfiction is fantasy. It’s a safe way to travel the twisting paths of desire and sexuality and need and identity. It is not reality.
It’s important to emphasize this and be diligent with warnings, and yes, discuss and criticize in some cases, but let’s not assume that people writing fantasy relationships are actively harming real teens without sitting down and thinking hard and long about whether it’s true or not.
Painting every creator with such a broad brush does a disservice and makes it harder to identify the truly egregious issues.
Even if you believe every morally ambiguous piece of fiction, from dirty One Direction fic to Twilight, should be shunned, censorship almost never works. Better to engage with their readers and again emphasize that these works are purely fictional than to try and restrict them.
Out of curiosity, why do you make Hanzo so pale? He's fairly dark, with nearly the same skin tone as McCree, and darker than his in Okami, but in your AU pic you drew Okami as lighter.
I just went and checked canon material and yeah, you’re right. My perception of their skin tones was thrown off with how the fandom generally drew Hanzo and also the disparity in how dark Jesse can go between depictions in some of his sprays, especially compared to some of Hanzo’s (the young/Halloween ones come to mind as those are my favorites)
I’ll see to fixing the Okami pic at least (all my past works would be too much, unfortunately) just give me a little time because of the complexity of the art style, (edit: I have tweaked it now and hopefully it’s swell! I just went with almost the same tone) and in the future I’ll depict Hanzo more faithfully. Sorry about drawing him that way, and thanks for pointing this out!
the robots did not look up for a long time. They toiled in the fields or spun in the cities or hummed along empty roads. They held the earth like a newborn calf in their hands, fragile and stumbling, and their steady, metal fingers were ready to clamp it up and carry it to the mother for milk, or break its neck if it proved too weak. When the Angel came to end the world, the robots didn’t notice; it had ended in fire twice over already.
The Angel came to a field of wheat. It was several thousand acres, far and away over the horizon; wheat and wheat filled the eye, and nothing touched the stalks but the wind. Somewhere in the center of the field was a single robot, its tarnished body bent over, checking the furrows for weeds and pulling them up if it found any. It put the weeds into a hole in its stomach, where there was a small glow, a rush of fire, and the invasive plant was incinerated.
The Angel came before the robot and spoke:
“Do not be afraid.”
Hearing a voice when it thought it was alone, the robot lifted its head, gears whirring quietly behind its visual processors. It looked up at the celestial being floating above the ground, robed in white, wings beating the air, yet creating no wind, as the stalks of wheat remained still. The robot studied the wheat, then turned again to the Angel.
“Are you a human?” Its voice was thin with disuse, and it coughed and spluttered, and tried again. “Are you a master?”
The first time it happened, I had been getting a post-show meal with Dean and Roman at a mellow 24 hour diner we’d stumbled upon during our travel to the next city for RAW.
When Luke had walked in, it was like his eyes had honed right in on me. We had friendship history from his previous tenure in WWE, where we had become ‘irritate CM Punk with our antics buddies’. It was a very deep bond.
Karl, who was trailing behind him, I had only recently gotten to know. He was friendly and seemed to have a good sense of humor. Plus, he was nice to look at. Granted, many of the men of the WWE were easy on the eyes, but it was always pleasant to have more around.
“Mind if we join you?” Luke had asked with little room for disagreement. I’d shifted over in the booth, allowing Karl to slide in next to me. He took the menu from the table, his eyes scanning over it.