write your own shit

Adverbs aren’t evil; said isn’t dead
Please stop hitting the wall with your head

Active is grand but not always the best
Sometimes it’s passive that passes the test

Some write with style, others write plain
Let’s all agree that writing’s a pain

The ‘rules’ can be broken, twisted, or bent
All that matters is that you are content

Make your own story and write your own way
This has been a writer’s PSA

Gavin first meets Michael as he’s being thrown out of a bar after being caught pick-pocketing. Gavin made the rather stupid mistake of trying to take the wallet of a guy three times his size, with no backup, no weapon on him, and only his drunken impulses to guide his actions. The huge guy felt his sloppy hands, grabbed Gavin’s wrist, and threatened to beat him to death. Gavin would insist later that he was already making a plan to get out of it, already spinning the starts of lies in his head, the start of a flashy smile. But if he’s being honest he was scared. He was young, he’s been in this trash of a city for all of three months, and he has no way out of this.

“Hey!” A voice calls besides Gavin and he looks to find a short curly-haired man who couldn’t be much older than himself, freckles spattering his scowl. “The dude is like eighty pounds, leave him alone.”

The man gripping Gavin’s wrist turns to the other, his snarl getting deeper. “Fuck off, this is between me and the twink.”

The strange savior insists again he find someone his own size to pick on. The giant again tells him to fuck off. At some point a punch is thrown, the police are called, and Gavin and the stranger get shoved out the back entrance being told to never come back.

“Thanks for that,” Gavin chirps to the stranger, holding out his hand to shake. “I would’ve been ok, but thanks for the help anyway. The smegpot looked outright mean.”

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anonymous asked:

Stop writing about the shitty male characters and write moreabout the lovely ladies instead you'll get more readers I'd would actually read your stuff if you did

…Wow. Troll? I’m calling troll on this. Seriously.

In any case, anon, I don’t want you reading any of my works. I don’t pander to self-entitled assholes like you. I’m going to continue to focus and fawn over the male characters instead because I can. Because I have the right to do whatever the fuck I want. Scandalous, I know.

Here’s an idea; if you don’t like what I write - write your own shit. Don’t tell me what to do.

I’m already suffering from a migraine; I don’t need this stupid shit as well…

For the best person in the world @rniq

Writing Past Your Shit 101: Getting Out of Your Own Way and Writing People NOT Like You!

So, I’m kind of getting tired of folks asking me vague questions about writing People of Color (PoC) but at the same time I’m glad that folks are so focused on writing something other than John Green paper dolls (yay!).

So here, for you, dear reader, is my guide to Writing Past Your Shit, an easy starting point for thinking about how to craft characters that are NOT like you.

1. Who is your character? Make a list.

This is a pretty easy exercise that we usually do in our heads whenever we start a story.  We think about our character, what she wants, who she is, and who the people around her are.  She may be a little flat in our first draft, but by our second draft she (hopefully) has a voice and a unique personality. Meaning, by the second draft you should know your character.  You should probably know her in your first draft, but if you’re an exploratory writer like me (fancy words for pantser) it might take you a couple of false starts before you get her down pat.

For this exercise I’m going to use a character from a book I’m working on.  Ophie is an eleven-year-old black girl from 1930s Mississippi who can throw fire.  At the beginning of the story her mother sells her to a circus sideshow.  So Ophie’s list would look like this:

Young

Throws fire

Sold by her mother

Circus

1930s (black and poor)

Your list can be longer, but I think it’s best to start with a relatively short one and grow from there.

2.  Compare yourself to the character you’re writing. 

At this point we’re going to identify our shit.  Your shit is any of the traits on that list that you do not share with your character.  Ideally, that list should be pretty long (DO NOT WRITE WISH FULFILLMENT CHARACTERS THOSE ARE ICKY).  Write your shit next to that of your main character’s:

Young – Not young

Throws Fire – Doesn’t throw fire L

Sold by her mother – Mom Hasn’t Sold Me Yet

Circus – No circus

1930s – 2015!

Simple, right?

3. Identify Your Shit. Now Get Over It.

For every trait where you identified a huge difference between you and your character, these are potential hurdles to nailing your character’s perspective.  To get over your shit you need to realize how it colors your worldview.  For example, even though I’m black, being black in the 1930s was way different.  So this is a place where my expectations of how the world works could really get me all twisted up.

So how do I get past that? RESEARCH! For each of those categories I identified I need to get my happy ass out there and research.  I need to read as close to authentic, primary source documents as possible.  That means I need to see if I can find pieces written by circus performers from the 1930s, and if not, then circus performers from the early 20th century. 

THE GOAL SHOULD BE TO GET AS CLOSE TO YOUR CHARACTER’S TRAIT AS HUMALY POSSIBLE. 

I need to read pieces written about neglectful mothers, and I need to either hang out with younger kids (in a non-creepy way) or try to remember what being eleven was like, since I once actually experienced that.

Does it sound like a lot of work? Fuck yeah, it does.  Writing is easy. Writing well isn’t. Enjoy the suck.

The only things I don’t have to avidly research are things that aren’t real. So, luckily, I don’t have to research throwing fire. Because no one is going to tell me my fire throwing was totally wrong. And if they do? They can go pound sand.

And sometimes recognizing your own shit can be awesome! Because if you live solidly lower class and your character lives a life of luxury, you don’t have to think about how she’d react to never having money.  But you do have to think about how being rich changes her perspective from yours.

IT IS ALL ABOUT SLIPPING INTO ANOTHER PERSON’S PERSPECTIVE.  Which is incredibly difficult when you’re all tangled up in your shit.

4.  Revise, revise, revise.

Once you’ve identified your shit you have to revise with an eye toward spotting your shit.  Does my 1930s girl use modern slang? Is she too outspoken in the presence of white people she doesn’t know?  Does she have warm memories of her mother? Should she?  These are questions you have to answer within the pages while revising. 

REVISION IS YOUR SWEET, SWEET SNUGGLE PUPPY OF A FRIEND.  Embrace it.

5. Ask a friend to beta read and check for your shit.

Beat readers are the best! They spot your issues! They’ll tell you what rings false! Even an inexperienced beta reader is better than nothing.

For your beta you should have someone unfamiliar with your story but quasi-familiar with your shit. Or maybe you tell them “Hey, this is my shit. Can you make sure it isn’t too obvious when you read?” A good beta reader will catch about 75% of your shit.

But, what about the other 25%?

Welp, no story is ever perfect, friend.  So you just hope that enough people read it that you get as close to 100% as possible.  WELCOME TO THE QUESTIONABLY SATISFYING WORLD OF WRITING BOOKS!

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And that’s it!  A beginner’s guide to Getting Out of Your Own Way and Writing People NOT Like You!

Now get off my lawn.

Miles: we want the LGBT characters/relationships to come in naturally and I’m uncomfortable writing relationships
RWBY fandom: QUEERBAITING HOMOPHOBIC ASSHOLES!!! GET OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE AND GIVE US FORCED, HORRIBLY WRITTEN LGBT CHARACTERS/RELATIONSHIPS!!!

AU where Levi writes fanfiction, he’s obsessed and he scribbles it down in his notebook whenever he has some spare time. He carries the notebook with him every day, but one time he loses it in the hallway of his school, and of all people Eren is the one to find it. The boy is intrigued by Levi’s story instantly and devours it in one night, but GODDAMN whoever wrote this pure piece of art about two men fucking each other senseless didn’t finish the last chapter and Eren needs to know how the story ends, and if these guys will come together at the end. So naturally, he starts to search for this person, to thank them for writing such a majestic story.

Little does Eren know that he’s the one who inspired Levi to write all this porn.

Paraphrased actual conversation I had with a friend:

Friend: Is it egotistical if I spend a lot of time looking at my own art?

Me: I don’t think so. I think consuming your own work is an important part of the creative process. Even if you’re not analyzing it or looking for strengths and weaknesses, I think you’re subconsciously getting data from it. Like when kids eat their own boogers to give information to their immune system. Or like how rabbits sometimes eat their own poop to re-absorb nutrients. 

Friend: Do you have any metaphors that aren’t disgusting?

Me:  No.

Every time I see someone in fandom tell people who are frustrated with the lack of fanworks for an underappreciated character or a rare ship to “make some yourself!”, I just want to honestly ask them if they’ve ever gotten the urge to read fic and consciously made the choice- out of everything available- to go and read their own.  Do you know what reading my own fic generally entails to me?  Nitpicking.  Even if it’s one I’m reasonably satisfied with, there’s still an element of self criticism, of remembering all the messing with the wording you did on that sentence, wondering if you should have added this or changed this.  Most of the time, I enjoy the things I write.  They’re stories I want to tell, I wouldn’t do it if they weren’t.  But that’s still not the same thing as wanting to read them for relaxation or entertainment- you just can’t get lost in it the way you can with a good story by someone else.

Obviously, it’s great to encourage people to create their own fanworks, even if they feel they’re not good enough.  And it’s true that creating your own fanworks can get other people to like what you like, provided said fanworks get enough exposure for anyone to really see them (which is absolutely an issue with minor characters/ships, and being frustrated with that is not the same thing as being mad you aren’t “popular.”)  But until you manage to achieve that, you’re writing in a vacuum- rarely any feedback, hardly anyone to bounce ideas off of- please don’t try to pretend that doesn’t make it more difficult to stay inspired and encouraged.  And to get to the point, putting hours of work and stress into writing something yourself and just wanting something new to read for fun (usually when you’ve been reading the same ten things over again for ages) have absolutely nothing to do with each other, and that needs to stop being presented as some kind of a “solution” when people are justifiably frustrated.

Because I’m fed up with this

//I was about to do my replies but an ask ruined my mood. No Zac/Riven doesn’t make sense. This shit disrespect totally both of the characters and who they are.

IT IS NOT A FUCKING SHIP IT IS A FETISH and it has a name: Limophilia (if you don’t trust me, google it and you’ll see).

But if you want to ship a blob with the mind of a child with a ex-soldier who has lost everything because of ZAUNITE WEAPONS (and guess what is Zac?) and suffers of trauma because of it, then do what you want but stay away from me and my blog. Thank you. With that, I’m off to bed.

There are two reactions to reading back your own old writing. It’s either:

A: Shit, this is awful. Oh my god, this is horrible. Why did I EVER think this was good? Oh my GOD I am MORTIFIED, send help, my eyes are burning.

or

B: Oh my god this is so good. What happened? Why can’t I write like this anyone? Well that’s that, I should just give up, I will literally never write this well again, I must have been blessed by the muses briefly and now it’s gone, I give up.

And I don’t know which is worse.