#writing practive

[adinelleggreeo]

I realise now why I don't like reading first person POV fanfics.

Nobody ever writes them correctly. Instead of writing with the personality of the character, the character ends up sounding so detached from the events. It's like they're the faceless narrator recording the events and then jump in to interact when it's their turn to talk.

Just saw someone try to write Danny in the first person POV. The writing was fine, but the POV wasn't POVing.

Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is an excellent example of a successful first person POV.

I remember reading the book for the first time at 13. I've never read a book with a first person POV until then and for a while I wrote a lot of my stories with that POV.

I suck at writing first person POV these days. Unfortunately knowing why I suck doesn't help me suck any less 🥲

[lilacwriter07]

ngl the movie Tusk has inspired me 🤔 is this my moment to deep dive into a fucked up horror movie ? (ofcourse the yandere character sees this as a love story)

[beanghostprincess]

leave sanuso or zolu tooth-rooting fluffy prompts in my inbox so i have ideas to write once i get back from work pretty please ♡♡♡

[beastsovrevelation]

My issue is, I'm seemingly incapable of writing oneshots. I'm so eager to explore various ships, but only come up with epics. Why can't I ever write a short story, or two?.. Some angst. Some smut. Some fluff, with a relationship already estabilished. Hell, I'd probably feel much more productive.

[wwdits-kink-meme]

A few years into his familiarship, Guillermo and Nandor are both playfully intoxicated after their respective drinks one night, and conversation comes up that leads to Guillermo admitting to having next to no experience kissing. Nandor offers himself to practice on, obviously very platonically and professionally-- nevermind the ensuing fondling and groping and grinding on one another shortly into the "lesson". Full consent and lots of tipsy giggling please!

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[lieutenant-catboy-little]

please enjoy this selection of kinktober offerings

slutty slutty ned little wears and lingerie and gets it good, as he deserves

ned and tom, two men chronically bad at relaxing, and their weird little codependent relaxation method (with support from sol, who's great at relaxing)

tom blanky takes ettie little under her wing and shows them a great time

nedward continues to engage in ill-advised relations with his boss and ponders some new sales methods (also revealing my taco bell extended universe grand plans /hj)

tom blanky makes introductions between ettie and alex and stephen, so stephen can completely destroy ettie and alex can watch (and even help, a little)

[cripplecharacters]

Hi! I'm writing a character who uses a cane, and they're supposed to be a fast runner. Is this plausible? And if it is, would they pick the cane up to run, or continue using it? Thank you!

Hello,

Depending on why they use the cane, they can very much still be fast. A cane basically gives us extra support to move, and that extra boost can actually make some people fast. At the very least, faster than people expect us to be.

And no, they wouldn't drop their cane, that would probably hinder them. They use a cane to move around easier. If they drop the cane not only do the lose the potential boost, but they've also lost the thing helping them with whatever condition they have. I actually tested this and not only could I move pretty fast with the cane, my time got significantly worse when I ran without the cane.

Yes, they can be a fast runner but no, they would not run without their canes. They'll probably know how to run with their canes, it just takes some practive.

Mod Aaron

[write-to-tell-your-story]

It's good practive to seek advice that helps you write the best version of the stories you love while ignoring advice that doesn't apply to the type of story you want to write. The best advice for you is the kind of advice that helps you to write the best version of your story, not the best version of someone else's.

That does not mean it will always be the easiest advice to follow.

Sometimes, it may even be the hardest advice.

Sometimes the issue(s) you want to improve in your writing will be the kind that only time and practice can help with, no matter how much you might want a shortcut to better writing today.

Writing and storytelling are skilled crafts.

Any skill worth building takes a certain amount of unfun grunt work to develop beyond whatever natural talent you started with, no matter where that natural talent line starts or how much you enjoy the craft overall. If writing brings you joy and you've got a story you believe is worth sharing, then it's probably worth treating your writing as a craft that deserves the time and effort it takes to do that story justice.

Even when that means practicing the scary advice that you might have to try and fail at following a few (or a few dozen) times before you figure out how to get it right.

[just-jordie-things]

Btw, just letting you and everyone else know. I DO peek into the comments. I check the reblogs as well if there are any. So thank you to ness-iness for the comment about me cooking up the good stuff. I'm kinda the opposite of a good writer without ideas. I'm that writer who is bursting with ideas but shitty at writing them. and thank you for the offer with the edits. I see everything, don't worry. If I reach out I'll tag myself as "Jordies Nanami flowershop anon" ~ Nanami flowershop anon

<3<3<3<3 MY NANAMI FLOWERSHOP ANON <3<3<3<3

practive makes perfect tho!!! ur ideas are just too damn good for you to not try your hand at itttt you're doing us a disservice keepin your brainrot to yourself !!

[samanthadufeu]

Legacy of The Shadow

I saw a video by CerosTV talking about how they feel like everything they love is "dying" in some form or fashion. Toonami, Rugrats, all our formative childhood art is going away. And that made me think of how my partner always told me "art is a conversation," and as long as you continue to let that work inspire you, it will NEVER die. My papa once lent me some tapes when I was like 16/17, to listen to as I mowed their lawn. It was tapes of an old radio show he'd listened to growing up called..."The Shadow." It was campy, it was racially problematic, it was copaganda-filled corpo-ganda, but it was very formative for me. And this is my attempt at contributing and continuing a conversation through art that I've been wanting to do. I'm going to write this a little bit at a time. This also serves as practive for my eventual "Real" project. The Undertale to my Deltarune, as it were. I'm hoping to have as much fun with this as possible before I move onto Detritus: The Prince and The Priestess.

Bottom line is, this is just a silly fanfic used as writing practice. It's supposed to be fun and not taken that seriously lmao. AND, The Shadow is a character that means a lot to me because of its connection to my grandfather. AND, in order to honor his memory I've chosen to resurrect this character by updating it *significantly* for the modern era. So without further ado, this is the work in progress that is: Legacy of The Shadow.

The world is tipped on its side;

a white rapid of iron and crimson falls and crashes on the cold, concrete wall;

I can’t feel anything except the throbbing migraine that blurs my vision.

It doesn’t matter,

for the shadow consumes my eyes soon after.

“Tracy!”

“Tracy!” a muffled voice calls from beyond.

...

“Tracy! Get up! You’re going to be late for school!”

...

Mom?

My eyes snap open. I see a little girl; soft white fur, long ears she’d eventually grow into, a floppy little tail sticking out of the comforter, her hind leg hanging off the mattress. She’d outgrown her bed, but mom couldn’t afford to- wait.

I whip my head to look at a mirror I hadn’t seen in damn near 20 years. The large crack at the bottom left, end-to-end at a ~45 degree angle, the small chip above it, the faded pastel pink from that doesn’t remotely hide the wood rot. At least it’s pretty.

My eyes are guided by the shape of the frame to the woman in the mirror; no crimson rapids, no banshee screaming in my head, clear as day. She’s cloaked in a black trench coat, a trilby hat, and a red scarf that conceals the devilish grin she wears beneath as she stares into the eyes of fear herself. I look over at the girl again- SHE’S DROOLING ALL OVER MY RAD-...*her* radio. The one mom got her for Festivus 5 years ago after the last one got zorro’d from her bedroom window. A familiar, hurried thumping cuts the reel of my rose-tinted film, and I slither into myself, into the darkest corner of the room, behind where the door soon flew open and another clone appeared. Instead of a coat and hat, she dawned ratty scrubs and big, poofy hair with enough chemicals to constitute several war crimes. “Tracy! I’m not fucking doing this with you again! Get up!” She pitched a bundle of clean-ish clothes at the girl as she jolted awake and immediately coward under her blanket. Mom stops and takes a deep labored breath and drops her shoulders before kneeling down to the puddle of frighted blankets on the bed that seems too big for her suddenly. Mom lifts the covers to look at her daughter’s eyes, “Honey. You need rest for school. I want you to get the best head start in life you possibly can. And-”

“It’s not dumb.” the little voice squeaked out. “Huh?” asked mom, confused. “It’s not dumb!” she hopped out of bed, still cloaked in her blanket, “It’s educational! It teaches us good morals, like ‘the weed of crime bears bitter fruit,’ and ‘crime does NOT pay!’” Her attempt at a deep baritone resulted in, at best, a shaky tenor, but she finished it off with her best “The Shadow knows,” before glaring into the invisible camera and letting out a mirthless laugh. Mom rolled her eyes and held back a small chuckle, trying to remain in Serious Mom Mode™. “Well, The Shadow needs to get proper rest if she wants a future in crime-fighting. Now come on, you just missed your bus, and I’m gonna have to drive you, and I don’t want to be late for work again.” The girl quickly slips into her shirt and pants, her mom takes her by the paw, and guides her out of the bedroom. Before she passes through the door she absently glances towards me, and our eyes, for a brief eternity, meet. And I witness my own terrified wonder from the other side of time and space. Then they’re both gone, and I’m left to ponder why I’m here. Why today of all days?

Why have I returned on the day of my mother’s death? “Why?” I whisper aloud. I hear the front door shut and slink towards the window to see the girl and her mother hurriedly shuffle towards the fourth-hand van that straddled 179k when they first got it. Now it sits at- ”213,506.4 miles” I whisper. “13.3 more miles left before…” My heart begins to race, but I take a deep, calming breath, slip out of the window, and I was 10 years old again. My feet dance lightly upon the shingles, careful to avoid the areas that creak, ducking under the large branch that hung over the house. I’m way too heavy for it to hold me now, and I’ve dived off higher surfaces since. The girl would have climbed upside down on the branch, which both looked and felt sick as hell. But The Shadow…The Shadow knows it’s inefficient and provides greater risk to injury. A slight twinge erupts from my right elbow before I hop down behind the tree. The girl’s mom set her things in the back and I slithered up behind her and to her right, where I knew she wouldn't see me. She turned to the left as she began to shut the trunk, as I knew she would, and I silently slithered into the pile of junk. Dusty wood from the baseball bat, aging leather from my old glove, mildew from long forgotten gym clothes, and The Shadow that binds them all together.

[tripiothenovel]

Yoga and writing practives

  Yoga and writing practice They say that the issues are in our tissues. As I writer, I’ve found that holds true for all the mental time and energy put into writing a novel. You get up early, work on it for three hours if you’re able to make the time on a weekend day. So what? You gotta do it again tomorrow, even if you have to work and have time for only a line or two.   With either outcome is…

[courseexpectationblog]

What have you learned so far? I learned about the axuliary verbs and I improve my writing.

What would you like to review/practice more? I would like to review and practive the past tenses.

is there something you would like to do differently? I want to review more grammar and vocabulary.

Select one piece of work you are proud of from the past evaluation period (e.g., an essay, a presentation, a project). Include this piece in your portfolio and write a brief explanation of why you chose it and what makes it significant to your learning. I am proud of my first partial speaking and writing test because I worked very hard to get a good grade.

Future Goals Conclude your reflection with a section on your future goals for English. Write at least three specific, measurable goals you want to achieve before the next evaluation period. 1. My first goal is to have very good English grammar and learn more grammar rules. 2. My second goal is to expand my vocabulary. 3. Be at a higher level of English

[7-21]

jan 1 2023, well,actually 12:07 of jan2

i have been more bitter,i should practive some sort of, antyjingto pull me out of thse habits. its just like her. i find that iam just like her and ther is no room for any normal conflict resolution. i fear i will only rot ,............................. what ? sometimes i wonder if i just really am this lazy?about living? have i not killed mysle fonly beacse of fear of pain? im not really living either, so what am i doing? now that i write it down. ,it makes sense again,all i can really do is act, and become stronger and better this. opting out is simply not an option.. i dont want that either.. but i want to WANT life, too, vigorously...

[nimblermortal]

It is impossible to express the vastness of a system as all-encompassing as the Kabbalah or Vedic literature in a book of this or any other length.

Your "basis for a fairly advanced level of initiation" is 141 pages long. Including quite a lot of illustrations. "Putting even this basic system of mainly practival rune magic in one volume has been quite difficult" WRITE A LONGER BOOK THEN

Not, obviously, that I want to be subjected to more than 141 pages of this nonsense.

[fragiledewdrop]

@perfect-poetry-prompts thanks for the prompt!

This is the last post I reblogged here:

Portrait Of A Lady Burning

Love burns. It burns like ice

On a cold winter night

In the north pole.

It burns like your mouth on mine,

Like the candle flickering

On the dark windowsill,

Like a dozen infernos-

I know hell can't be flames,

Because flames are your legs around my waist,

Your breath against my neck.

Love is fire, but memory is fire too.

It burns through recollections and regrets

With the same jovial hunger,

And it will steal your face from me, I know,

It will steal your smell,

Your touch, your taste,

It will steal you away.

Yet you have hands that bid time to stand still,

To pose for you. Maybe Orpheus

Wouldn't have needed to turn

Had he had Eurydice's portrait to gaze on.

So paint yourself now, for me,

Paint your reflection on the mouth of my desire

That devours you, devours you without end,

Paint yourself as you are now, glowing ashes

Of a fire about to be revived

Paint yourself

Then burn and burn and burn.

F. P.

[deartoru]

how tf do i write dirty talk or any dialogue during sex