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If you don't mind, I'll submit Sunless, but considering it was only edited once, i won't be surprised if it is passed over. Entered it into a contest for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. It didn't win, considering i was competing for 3 prizes against all of Canada, but i still like the work.

I still remember the first time i tried that "Which level of hell will you get into". It became a bit of an obsession to me to stay in one level of hell, and not descend into any others, like lust.

After having a taste of it, i don't know what to think.

Most days, i wake up with hangovers. the only problem with that is that half the time, there's not even alcohol to go along with it. Sitting in front of the computer all day, while being mildly entertaining, has it's own problems. When the job search goes poorly, and the university grades come in less than perfect, you, or at least I, descend into a plane of existence that we like to call Limbo.

I pour myself some whiskey, and watch it slide, golden in hue, into the glass. I'm glad the booze is not my only friend, but nonetheless, it isn't the best of friends. I'm very much used to the feeling of Limbo. Sometimes it's constant, especially when i have no purpose. I wonder if my entire life has just been a series of balances and counterbalance. Am i not satisfied enough? Can i be satisfied?

Then again, it certainly feels like summer. I pine for the days before i was thrust out of the womb that was high school and into life itself. I remember i was like a dog with a tire back then, wanting to leave my isolated existence faster than light. Maybe then, the limbo would stop. But life brings its own problems. Elsewise, it wouldn't be life; it'd just be existence.

I drink the whiskey, and muse as i watch the fog settle around the clock tower across the river. Whiskey is one of the things in life that is a rich field of metaphors, ready to be reaped. There is, i find, a good and a bad side to whiskey. If you just put it in your mouth and swallow, you might as well be drinking gasoline. But if you let it hit your pallet, guide it away from your windpipe and vocal cords, and let it flush through your throat, it's actually tolerable. and then the warm feelings come. In fact, it's how the cook of the Titanic survived after going down with the stern and floating in frigid waters for a couple of hours until he was picked up by a lifeboat. Your problems pale in comparison to anyone who survived the Titanic. At least I'm in a warm room on dry land.

Life is still what we make of it. I used to think that one could just sit atop of life and ride it without guidance. But i ran into problems. Luckily i was only young, as i am now. But you have to take life by the balls and make it scream your name in ecstasy, and if that means abandoning society, running away from it all or simply drinking till you can't stand, it'll still mean that something has happened. Progress is relative anyway.

As for Hell, there will hopefully be enough time in the here and now before then. So before i talk to Aristotle and Plato about why we aren't in purgatory, I should work on bringing other conversation pieces to Limbo.

Such as: "Hey. Guess what i did to life..."

~T.S.Millar

At 5/14/10 03:19 AM, Version2 wrote:
Wut?

You heard me.

If your sexual advances aren't working, either put in more effort, or be less creepy. That's all on you buddy, not being a writer :P

Moving on, because i was joking about that point...

As for being published: Why not start off small, with a blog or a website? Go nuts from there.

Yeah, but this topic isn't about that. That needs little to no talent or popular acceptance. We're talking about going big or going home.

As for why "bad" books get popular: First, how many of you have picked up Twilight and read it, cover to cover at least once? I haven't. Is it a bad book? I honestly don't know. Why is it popular? FRANCHISING! You have seen Edwards face every where, from shirts and hilariously made girls underwear, to movie posters and dolls. Twilight was targeted at young and teenage girls, and was plastered, almostliterally, everywhere a young or teenage girl would look.

Haven't touched it. Don't know if i would spend money on it. But apparently it's not that well written.

Of course it became popular. There was a lot of money spent to make it that way. Why was this particular story chosen? Vampires are sexy, the story itself isn't too sexy, and the opportunity/connections/friends to be able to make a multimillion dollar gamble were available. Twilight is just a successful example of this...

You're missing the point that someone had to have read this and thought it was good. And if good writing doesn't promote at least the idea of being good, which Twilight did, then it wouldn't sell or couldn't be marketed.

They tried to do the same thing with the Eregon book series, does anyone remember that? It was targeted at young and teenage boys, so there were a lot of action figures and video games. The book series was pretty meh, I read it. But the movie was awful! They made the same multimillion dollar gamble, and flopped.

I dunno...the book could prop up itself, but i don't remember it considerably flopping.

Harry Potter tho... That was a good book series, I liked it :) The first movie was pretty good too, I haven't seen any since the third tho. What was I talking about?

Good characters, good plot, good premise, but i really don't like JK's writing style.

We were talking about how no one's writing sucks because it's all subjective.

At 5/13/10 07:26 PM, InsertFunnyUserName wrote: But just because it's publishable doesn't mean it's good writing. Anything will have people who love it, but that doesn't negate the fact that it may be poor quality.

So I'm accusing you of saying that publishing companies are willing to throw away thousands on shitty writing?

All right...

...

First of all, i like to point out that many of us writers are alcoholics. Given, i've been unfaithful to that creed because i haven't touched a drop for a while, but still. We deal with rejection all the time: Our stories, our lifestyles and our sexual advances are all subject to cutting it off at the balls.

Now, I'd like to point out that many of our fellow writers who are published can very much SUCK. David Eddings can be switched by nails across the chalkboard any time in my books because out of all the books that he has written, only 5 have not made me want to keel over and vomit.

Face it gentlemen and gentlewomen: There IS no such thing as "sucky writing". There's just writing. We may obviously have a bias to that because we're writers and we have an idea of what we think is good. But face it: John Q. Public doesn't. That means the person who' writing you think sucks is publishable.

My only explanation as to why crappy writing gets published is that there's no god, but this isn't a philosophy discussion.

Speaking about murdering something that can't die or can't murder, WHO LET THIS TOPIC DROWN!

It's been wallowing in countless dark grayness aching for the writer's community to show it the sweet sweet love it has and/or had! IT LONGS to be swept from beneath the pile of peer review scandal and scribbled feelings!

...so...write any good books lately?

...Or ye with insecurities about your writing.

I've been hearing a lot of people, mainly new people who are either new to the forum or new to writing, that they instinctively think their writing is not good enough. Well, here's to put your mind at ease, if only ever so slightly.

Art is the most subjective thing out there. There will never BE a fantastical movie because so many people will either say it was great or it sucked. Artistic expression, ANY artistic expression, will only be loved by a group and not the whole. that being said, There will ALWAYS be someone who will enjoy your work. Now, my current roommate told me once that you can make a living off your art is you have 1000 fans who are willing to buy your work. For a painter or sculptor, that's hard. But we aren't those, we're writers, and paper back sells between $5 and $20.

Even if you writing sucks to the boundless majority, you can always sell out. There's a girl who wrote THE MOST HORRIBLE HARRY POTTER FAN FICTION I HAVE EVER LAID MY CHISLED EYES ON but she still managed to get a website and was able to post her story on there with the prop of Internet advertising. Sure, she makes me dry-heave when i read her work, but she still is able to make a name for herself.

As for publishers, they're a fickle bunch. Publishers will only publish what interests them, and if your story misses, it misses. The way it was described to me once was, say, you write a story about a cat and you get it sent into a publisher. Unfortunately, the proofreader who's cat just died that morning is now charged with proofreading your story. I don't care if Tolkien, Hemingway, Kay, Shakespeare and Joyce all had an orgy and you were the resulting offspring, your story is going to be hampered by that personal element.

So, in conclusion, no, your writing does not suck, it will not suck, and it may not ever suck. The only person who matters is you, until you want to get published, then you gotta leave some room in that hot tub for your editor.

~T.S.Millar

[I thought i would try my hand at a hymn i felt was, while most dear to my heart, was a bit secular, as most hymns are. While i respect the original i was thinking of the times when people would find it glorious to serve their country. those thoughts died with Chivalry, but i would like to revive that somewhat.

Nearer my God to Thee was supposedly played on the RMS Titanic as it was going down. My favourite rendition is done by the 1996 movie, as the single violins are more haunting than a whole choir. Here, have a Link ]

Nearer, my home, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Though cross the land and sea, my nation takes me
Still all my thoughts shall be, nearer my home to thee
Nearer my home to thee, nearer to thee

Though the cold blade may pierce, though I may fall
Home, land and country, I shall fight for all
Still all my thoughts shall be, nearer my home to thee
Nearer my home to thee, nearer to thee.

Far away I must serve, for greater cause
Cast into darkness, into monster's maw
Still courage stays with me, as I think of thee
Nearer my home to thee, nearer to thee

Sound the last charge, my lad. Eat your last meal
Lord, land and country, to they thine appeal
Cast down the tyranny, lest it kills liberty
Nearer my home to thee, nearer to thee

Thou may ask questions, of your land
Thou knows morality, and shall reprimand
While disagree with me, protect what's dear to thee
Nearer my home to thee, nearer to thee

Home is the greatest gem, forged by man

Life is reward for thee, whilst ye till the land
But when its threatened ye, shall take up arms for thee
Nearer my home to thee, nearer to thee

Nearer, my home, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Though cross the land and sea, my nation takes me
Still all my thoughts shall be, nearer my home to thee
Nearer my home to thee, nearer to thee

How about i attempt to turn this around.

WRITING STYLE-WISE, which is the best game on Newgrounds?

I can't think of any...

You're joking, right?

Salad Fingers, like most of Firth's stuff, had CRAZY undercurrents in it! i've even formulated some sort of Theory of what Salad Fingers is!

Salad Fingers was a rich, pampered, upper class child who grew up in the 1950's in an alternate history where the Cuban Missile Crisis actually bore "Fruit". SF was already mentally unstable growing up in a family that was HIGHLY dysfunctional, and that suffered from physical abuse and incestuous relationships (In particular, Salad Fingers and his younger Sister). Salad Fingers was brought up in a world where Sexuality was not fully discussed, and hence he was very confused up to the time he the English countryside where he lives was nuked and he lost what sanity he had left. He loved and hated his older brother, who died in the war (what SF calls "The Great War"). In all honesty, i'm not 100% certain where Hubert Comberdale stands, if he was a real person or, as some SF theories say, part of Salad Finger's Schizophrenia. However, That's my interpretation of Salad Fingers. And I'm half tempted to write about it!

Almost all the time. Imagery is easy and it put the scene in motion in your mind. Sometimes the simplest way is to create a beautiful scene, and then go from there.

As for the discussion of Violence vs. Sensuality/sexuality first off, i was actually quite drunk when i wrote that earlier rebuttal, so disregard for the most part, but the basics of it are still up for debate. A child can still take a stick and pretend its this crazy weapon, leading to whatever. Sex i find is safer because children don't understand it as well as violence, and are often scared about those urges they get by doing this stuff. Violence isn't really scary to children, ESPECIALLY if you romanticize it.

By all means, I have no issue with putting violence OR sex OR drug use OR bowel movements in a story. By all means, i put them all in, mostly, subjectively, in good taste (though i have yet to put all four in one...) However, I am a personal believer in re-thinking the way we rate our writings for the general public.

[long time no see, but i just felt i should ejaculate spur-of-the-moment writing onto this forum. Also, if I'm using disturbing sexual connotation in an artistic fashion, to i get to pass Go and collect $200?

This is a story surrounding user made mods for Oblivion. If you have the PC version, i STRONGLY recommend downloading some. It'll give the game at least 7 more months of playability.]

I read much during my time as Champion. But back then, i wish i read more, did more, saw more. I am old now, and there is no longer a reason for me to live other than to read and expand the mind of an old man. I still remember when it was not so.

Kvatach. I still remember the smell. The wastes of Mehrunes permeated through the air, the cries of the innumerable daedra and the monsters that followed them like pets or slaves still give me shudders. Mankar, sitting in his paradise, still glares at me with the same accusing eyes, astounded that I would even think of defying him. But like Mannimarco or Syl, both of whom fell under my blade, arrogance lead to their demise.

I wished, in the end, to leave it all behind. Master and Arch-mage given to the younger generations, Count of Kvatach, rebuilt with my help, now given over to seconds and thirds in command, hoping they would rule with the same ideals i did. Property sold to whichever of my offspring would want it. All of it, except one piece.

I put down my book and stretched, my elder limbs reaching and creaking towards the heavens. The heavens which i fought Umaril and won, where both Aedra and Daedra both smiled and scowled down at me. Why, i wonder, should the Daedra scoff at one of their own? Shouldn't they respect the Madgod, even though in truth, he is not mad? To have kept my sanity and my faith to the Gods is something that even i sometimes find hard to comprehend.

My only home now is at the very Top of the World: a comfortable shack sitting atop White Gold Tower. The great Frostcrag, with the immense and broken city of Avalon beneath, given to my son. Wolfspike, Seaview and Glenvar sanctioned off between my daughters. My nephew, given a whole city of Kavatch, my bastard sons and daughters, the many houses I've amassed over all of Cyrodill and beyond.

It has crossed my mind, with those willing to follow me and all the resources at my hand, why i did not take the empire for myself. As Champion they loved me. They made me count of many realms. I owned Cyrodill. I saved Tamriel from a fate of burning cities and defiled bodies. If i wanted to, i could take it all, and i would be emperor.

But i prefer this. I prefer a small house on top of the world, without naught but my books, my favoured weapons and armour, and, most importantly of all, the memories of my life: the life of a King, A God and, more importantly than that, a Hero.

I sit down once again, and begin the next chapter.

You have the ability to tell a story. I think that's what makes you a good writer. Style, theme, plot, etc. are all subjective, so it's more or less impossible to say "I am a bad writer" when it's possible that out of 6 billion people, one will like your writing.

Food for thought.

At 4/28/10 02:13 PM, Abuelodigital17 wrote: Hmmm... hypocrisy anyone? Like you said before sex sells. That's the reason there are sex scenes in most books, movies, etc. It's funny, it's the 'red light' of censhorship but nowadays including a sex/nudity scene (dumbed down, of course) is almost mandatory.
In a society in which the media didn't influence culture the way it does we wouldn't need ratings or censorship. I think that telling people they can't watch/buy something because they aren't old enough is ridiculous, but on the other hand I realize people (not only children and teenagers) tend to mimic what they see in the media, a lot of things, not only violence.

Funny? As an artist, and especially a writer, you can appreciate the subtly of the higher emotions, the animalistic ones that are present in all humans. Notice the title is "How to begin a novel that's good" (Fuck your elispis. they should all be put in Camps, etc.). Ergo how to start a novel the masses will flock to is, of course, sex driven.

To the degree of how much another younger person mimics something, lets just see what's easier to replicate: Hot sweaty *consensual* sex, or fake kung-fu. the answer is almost...self evident.

I don't see why sex scenes should be 'emotionally powerful'. I think that emotions should be left out of it, sex is a physiological process, nothing more. Trying to make smut 'classy' or 'tasteful' usually results in ridicule. People throw in creative euphemisms, exaggerated descriptions of sensations/emotions, things that are physically impossible in real life, cliches... maybe that's why I find most smut unintentionally hilarious. Actually, if you think about it, 'classy smut' is an oxymoron; it's like writing a graphic torture scene that is 'tame' or 'not offensive'.
You don't need to sugar coat something that is already appealing, which is a mistake most writers make when writing sex, perhaps as a way or 'undirtying' themselves.

I won't draw conclusions about your sex life, as that would just be mean. But subjectively, Sex is a release of emotions, among many other things that are so definitively human. To break sex down to a mere Psychological stance would be to subject, in my opinion, any human emotion as a simple stew of chemicals. However, the mind is more than just the electricity and functions of the chemicals working within it. if you wish to simplify it as such, then emotion and sex are merely psychological phenomenons together, and cannot be differed between.

I would also like to point out that cliches are relevant because some people choose to adopt them, and they are not without grounds. Elsewise, they wouldn't exist.

From my view, you look at sex as a very crude, archaic action. I instead invite you to look at it from a more passionate and maybe second hand look. To think, so many chemicals being released in one sitting, and emotions bound to those chemicals as scientifically proven, one must conclude that this is more than just "Emotionally Hilarious"

To be honest, sex is innocent, as it is the most basic function of who we are as a species. To portray otherwise is merely a human construct to defame what is only natural.

I also think we should keep offtopic discussions elsewhere, we're supposed to be discussing the OP's novel.

It can be related. i see no problem.

Agreed, Sex is powerful when conveying the greatest of emotions, even if it's anger. (angry consensual sex is awesome, just throwing it out there.) But i think there is also a fine line between the pornographic and the tasteful.

At 4/27/10 11:36 AM, MegamanMegafan wrote:
Uh, no.
I decided long ago that I would keep things PG-13 for this story and the other two sequential stories.
There is nudity in this story. Male nudity. However, I don't plan on going into detail on that section. All that is going to be said is that this person's clothes have been incinerated.
For those of you who are familiar with the Terminator movie, its kind of like how time travel leaves an individual with no clothes, but not given a lot of focus. Only that the audience knows that it happens.
However, I've had an idea for a prequel to my 3-part story. This would cover a 5 to 7 year period in which it is World War III. The main protagonist doesn't even get mentioned in this story. The main protagonist for this prequel is a woman from the second story and her role in WW III. It would also go into detail on how the events that happened before the main protagonist comes out of his coma lead up to world conflict and the technology used during the time.

So just a build up. Sounds good.

As for nudity, i am very opposed to the socially accepted idea of nudity being the "Code Red" of censorship. Sex, in my opinion, will only have a toddler asking questions. He will actually replicate acts of violence he sees on TV. Scenes of Rape are obviously excluded from this, as they are also a form of violence.

My point is, sex and sensuality shouldn't really be given the red stamp simply because they involve less clothes. the degree of description is yours to keep, but if you really wish to take the really impressionable stuff out of your writing, take out violence.

speln is fore teh week

I was humming the tune in my head. I liked it. It was catchy, and now it was saved. Yeah, it wasn't entirely mine, but what i added to it was. the conglomeration of my hard work was there on the page, and the song filled my skin with goose flesh. When a song does that thing to me, i am happy. The song wasn't the happiest I've made. Far from it. It seemed to sum up the tone that was taking hold in my life more and more: The exhaustion that set in after major things in your life happened. it was calm, soft, warm. You woke up tired, but happy. A day of relaxation, without the anxiety of the future setting in for now, as it was forgotten with the tap of the keys on the computer, the flipping of a good book, or the rich smell of the coffee.

I was Anxious, yes, about many things. Would i get off probation? Would tomorrow yield the same confusion as yesterday? Will the money still be there next time i look? Hell, it came down to stealing precious moments before i had to lay down and go to bed. I would look over my shoulder at the clock, and give myself a timeframe of when i had to sleep. I had driven myself mad before, and if i wasn't careful, I'd do it again. Just like when i convinced myself that others were reading my mind, or when i thought myself stupider than everyone around me because i had not learned as much as they had, i could fall into that quagmire again. I needed to stop fearing the time. I still had enough to do what i wanted to do with my life.

Social networking often reminded me that there was a world outside of my head. If i didn't have anything to do, i would surly rot here. Or not, as i gave myself things to do. However, a reminder that there IS an outside world is not unwelcome. I welcomed it, and unlike many of my friends, i didn't hate people yet. Hope was always there. Maybe it was a niavity that i still held onto since highschool, but then again, i could just be positive. My ex accused me otherwise, but i didn't think she even knew who i was. It would be why i stopped talking to her. Social networking today, however, didn't yield warm smiles, drunken pictures or friends of old...

When and girl and a guy are friends, it's a good thing. When there's a girlfriend and a boyfriend, they may make a good couple. When both of your best friends choose to date one another, it's fantastic!

When they choose to break up, your heart stops.

The song i had made became sadder. any petty insecurity was eclipsed. Exs faded. Social Networking didn't matter. And over my body, a cold shock set over me.

2 years after it had ended, Highschool ended for me.

To me, writing must provoke a very emotional response. Think about Avatar was that, yeah, the characters are flat and i left it thinking "Didn't Disney do this a couple years back? Except no aliens, more cartoony and Better?" But there were many times i was on the edge of my seat at that last fight, because i was somewhat emotionally moved. (It wasn't a bad fight) but yes, that movie would have been better character wise.

As to address fanfics, i like to get over the set history problem (your history and character have been created for you) by leaving a few years between my story and their story. as the old maxim states, shit happens. And when i did my Magic School Bus story, i realized that i needed to put some distance between the nice life and the real life if i wanted any meat on my Characters at all.

The MS OotS would make a sick HQ as well, Agreed. There's the problem of movement, though. Sails would be needed, but there would be tonnes needed.

As for the land vehicle...in all honesty, a Post-Political Apocalypse wouldn't have enough resources to fuel something like that. Sorry to disappoint, but it may be scrapped. But if it were to be used, it would be more of an underground vehicle, where former miners of the world would ride in these massive machines searching for valuable resources to sell to the surface world. Think of it like a submarine that digs.

So, we're still on this topic i see.

Well, i will state how any author should begin their work if they lack the faith in his/her/its writing style or finess.

Sex.

Hot, Sweaty, sensual, descriptive-to-the-point-of-vomit sex. And if you keep promising more, no one will care how bad your writing this. Put in 20 pages of sex and the beginning and end, and fill the other 480 with the worst possible writing. Pulitzers will blow you.

Just say'n

I have about five or six universes floating around in my head: post-Political Apocalyptic (PPA), Ludlum-meets-Dues-Ex-and-has-sex-with-Cu rrent-Affaris (LMDEAHSWCA), Colonial Madness (CM), Crazy Fantasy mish-mash (CFMM), etc. (i can't remember the other 2...if they're there). Making universes is easy, but making EXTENSIVE universes is difficult as hell. In all honesty, only the CFMM is actually closest to being complete, and it's only at 40% (at 7 planets worth of geography, culture, history, biology and politics, it's easy to understand why). But my favorite has to be Post-Political Apocalyptic, and here's why:

According to the PPA universe overview, Earth has seen most nations collapse after the Former United States Empire collapse along with it. Considering the US in this story had encompassed everything except China, the Koreas and Japan, this left the world in a perpetual state of Political turmoil. China's bid to create stability collapsed as well, which threw the world into almost irreparable chaos. So, throughout the stories that are set during and after the Post-Political Apocalypse, you can make stories based from the world, but add a new flare to them. For instance, take this ship:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Oasis_o f_the_Seas

This ship is possibly the biggest of its kind ever built, making the Titanic look like a canoe (Hyperbole FTW). However, a ship like this in the PPA wouldn't be used as a cruise ship, as the world is in a state of economic disrepair and the world is an opportunity for modern adventure (like any REAL post-apocalyptic world is). It's also violent. So, obviously, this would be turned into a floating warship!

Obviously.

Why Obviously? Because it's obvious! This ship is 360 meters long and has 16 decks. at a cannon every 2 meters, that means 180 cannons on a single deck ALONE! Now, 180 X 16 X2, and you get a mass of 5760 cannons! That's enough to flatten an anarchic New York City or destroy a small fleet of otherwise motorboat privateers!

This is why creating universes is awesome: You get to take things and make something great out of them!

~T.S.Millar

Is this forum for all forms of writing, or just creative?

The best hook i have ever written, taken from my book "The Hive"

You can lose four pints of blood before you bleed to death, and you can drink one pint of blood before you get sick. That equals to a net loss of three pints of blood. The question is: how long would you live if you were bleeding at a rate of one and one half pints an hour?

Also, best hook i've ever seen in a book: Searching for X.

"My mother was a stripper"

Usually, i have weaker hooks. i prefer to draw in an audience.

To this, i agree. Many people's concepts could be cool, but otherwise, badly written.

Clash of the titans was just bad, though. Interesting how the only Muslim-looking character blows up suicidal like.

I can actually give an example. There is a series of books by David Eddings that features a knight named Sparhawk and his company of knights. David Eddings is one of the worst writers of all time, but the characters are so memorable and so fantastically done that you don't care. Step out of the Sparhawk series, and he's your typical northern-people-are-vikings-southern-peo ple-are-arabs kind of writer. But with his Characters, he is always remembered.

It's something I've striven for in my writing over the past few years. There can be 20 twists, suspense to no end, and steamy love scenes galore in a book, but you have to hate and love characters as well, otherwise...well...you don't really have love to the steam, no suspense (it's character reliant, if you think about it) and the twists are all non-sequeters (Spel?).

My two cents.

Badass

I have problems with synonyms, actually. As of now, it's only comprising of "Fire" "Barrage" "Magazine" "Clip" "Reload" etc. You would need to get creative, and maybe use some words in different definition. Creative Agency rocks

oye. Hello Trevor. I'm *twitch twitch* awesome! the coffee injected directly into my veins is awesome. i always like being direct...or just crazy. EXAMS ARE AWESOME! I wake up screaming, then i fall back to sleep...

actually, all feigned insanity aside, an active imagination leads to a very active subconscious (or so i heard). This leads to a sub-par sleep, as your subconscious is more vigorous. So, that being said, does anyone here have unrestful night?or nights?

I don't know about the rest of you guys, but firefights get tedious to write. Swordplay is always more interesting.

I let the reader fill in details, and only really describe key moments. Less work for me, and also less bad writing. Everyone wins.

i will only comment on the title.

As that's what she said.

consistency with level of description and dialogue are my weaknesses. Descriptions can go from the mundane to the poetic depending on my mood. Also, getting the dialogue right for a character is important, and to have it consistent for a character is paramount.

At 4/14/10 08:02 PM, Birdbeard wrote: @wolfraven

If you're interested in telekinesis and other parapsychological ideas, I definitely suggest you watch the animated film 'Akira'. It is a brilliantly written story and an awesome movie, filled with tons of ideas that might inspire you further in that direction. You should also look into some of the things that Tibetan monks are up to.

I think there are a lot of things that people haven't realized their minds are capable of yet.

Oh yes, i've seen Akira, and the brilliant mindfuck it is. With the advent of string theory, this could very well be possible for Telekinesis.

HOWEVER, off topic.

Yeah, writing is bitch'n.