A friend of mine is trying to stop it with the political arguments he is fond of. So he’s writing me a 500 word story every time he breaks his resolution. Then, he gives it to me to post everywhere… muhahahaha.

I’ll put it under the break, but please take a moment to read & reblog - it’s more effective of a punishment if more people see it. ;)

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Tagged: writing steampunk OTP

Posted on January 2, 2013 with 1 note

whenworldswake:

Writers: If there is no intimacy in your voice, or true struggle in your plot, don’t write it. If the greatest battle you can think of it which person’s affection to choose, or to fulfill a wish, you have no story. If you’re not writing for one person, not yourself, but God, or a family member (even if only hypothetically) your writing will lack. These things can make anyone a writer, they are why soldiers create big feelings from simple language and pampered authors create crap with a million vocabulary books.

I don’t agree… For example, some of my best writing was just done because I wanted to write - I wanted to capture an idea in my head and put it on paper. It helps me work things out for myself.

The biggest difference that I can tell in reading other people’s writing is when they care about what they’re writing about. There’s just something in it when it comes from their hearts - they don’t care who’s reading, they just have to write for the sake of writing - that makes a difference. You can even see it past writing quality errors, even. It’s pretty amazing.

Also, the comparison between soldiers’ simple language and ‘pampered authors… million vocabulary books’ is actually more of a reflection of using the words you know rather than words to make yourself sound good. Drives me nuts when a YA book uses forty kajillion ways to say ‘said’ for example… just write without concern for expanding your vocabulary for the book. Expand your vocabulary on a day-to-day basis and the words will become part of you - then you can write them.

(via librarylydia)

Tagged: writing

Posted on October 19, 2012 via All Will Be Well with 11 notes

Source: wdarcy

Dream belongs to Neil Gaiman, DC/Vertigo, etc.

The lamppost belongs to C.S. Lewis.

(Mild spoilers through The Wake; assumed that Daniel was still a bit human based on the circumstances. It would be interesting anyway. It’s all sorts of messy and I assume I’ll take the idea and run with it another day. I also was fascinated by the idea of the soft places - what better place for that than Narnia?)

The Daniel Dream walked down the path. His robes blended into the snow that sifted down from ice-covered trees until only his star-dark eyes glowed black in the white. On his shoulder perched Matthew. He could’ve thought ‘his raven’ instead, but Matthew could never be anything but Matthew - or perhaps, Morpheus’ raven, but that felt too odd.

He stopped under the lamppost; sat down; sent Matthew to circle above. He had to get a grip of himself. Soft places felt good right then.

His fading human mind clutched at a bit of home. Dream pushed back. Back and forth they warred. He clutched his hair, and wondered where the color in it had got to. Then he remembered and his mind screamed for order and reason to return.

Then it all stopped. A calm swept over him. A truce inexplicably formed in his mind.

“Welcome, Son of Adam. Welcome, Dream.”

He half-turned, and saw the Lion. Of course - He would listen to both of him.

Tagged: writing short story actually for a contest on a blog a drawing actually but an entry is a story so i figured i might as well narnia sandman daniel dream the wake the kindly ones neil gaiman aslan lamppost