#WordWeavers Feb 9: Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?
Yes. It generally goes well. No reader has ever given me negative feedback in person.
#ScribesAndMakers Feb 9: Is one really the loneliest number?
No. 7 is. 7 is shunned by the rest because they ate 9. #SorryNotSorry
#WordWeavers day 9: Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?
Are we talking about beta readers or someone who's actually bought one of my stories and talked to me about it?
Because I've had people read my writing and tear it apart. And I haven't heard from anyone who bought any of my online books.
#ScribesAndMakers Day 9. Is one really the loneliest number?
It's possible to be in a group of people and still be alone.
#WordWeavers Feb 9: "Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?"
My mother-in-law had a lot of feedback. She was supportive. My wife and friends didn't have any feedback. I think they're a bit too close to me to not see me in the text. I have a writing group that's great. It's like having a writer's room. :)
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The story _needs_ to flow. It's stealing every free cycle in my brain.
I think it's the best thing I've ever written, BUT unfortunately in exists within the world set up in the other books. Even though it involves _none_ of those characters, it has to come after them.
So, I've got finish the 1st and finish editing the 2nd, but i can't stop #writing this new story.
"Is this legal?" Solifan the wizard eyed the runes on the barge's hull warily.
"Does it matter?" Aldor grinned and climbed onto the deck of the boat. "I told you I'd get you to Dimkarat as fast as I could."
"I see some things have not changed, old friend." Solifan sighed and followed. The barge was small and looked rickety, with rough wood and patched sails. Parts of the railing were markedly newer than the rest of the boat, but everything was covered in runes. Solifan's eyes began to glow as he peered beyond the surface of this reality. He had expected to see power in the runes but had to concentrate to even see a dim outline of something.
"SO not legal." he murmured and got immediately shushed by Albor.
"We're here to make a friend." Albor whispered as he bowed down and knocked on the hatch leading under deck.
A few moments later the hatch flew open, and a freckled head with a wild, black mane and very skeptical eyes appeared. The eyes gave Solifan and Aldor a quick once-over and turned from skeptical to some kind of friendly. Like a friendly shark.
"Captain Jokham welcomes you aboard the 'Shooting Star'." The captain exclaimed as she climbed out of the hatch and hugged Aldor, then tried to do the same to Solifan, who took a step back.
"We need to get to Dimkarat." Solifan said.
"Aaaah, sure, maybe two weeks, if the winds are good." Captain Jokham started tallying on her fingers. "Food, water, a weather prophecy, then maybe a weather-soother, Schnaps..."
"Fast." Aldor interrupted, then started speaking in a language Solifan did not understand, a lot of soft words, rounded by the churning of water and steady winds but able to pierce the cacophony of a storm. Captain Jokham listened, startled, and then changed. Her smile grew genuine, her posture relaxed.
"Fast." she said. Not a promise, but a fact. Then she handed Aldor back his purse.
#WritersCoffeeClub 9/2: Do you subscribe to ‘show, don’t tell’? Why, or why not?
Not when people make a fetish of it. I see it as a sound principle to keep in mind, but not as a hard and fast rule. (Like probably every other ‘rule’ of writing.)
#books #writing #writersofmastodon
#WordWeavers 9/2: Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?
Yes, quite a few times, including total strangers. I’ve yet to meet anyone who hated it.
#books #writing #writersofmastodon
#ScribesAndMakers Feb 9: Is one really the loneliest number?
No. 7 is. 7 is shunned by the rest because they ate 9. #SorryNotSorry
#WordWeavers Feb 9: Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?
Yes. It generally goes well. No reader has ever given me negative feedback in person.
#WordWeavers day 9: Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?
Are we talking about beta readers or someone who's actually bought one of my stories and talked to me about it?
Because I've had people read my writing and tear it apart. And I haven't heard from anyone who bought any of my online books.
#ScribesAndMakers Day 9. Is one really the loneliest number?
It's possible to be in a group of people and still be alone.
#WordWeavers 5 Feb: If you found out that someone had to live your MC’s life ... would you change the story?
My god. Yes. JFC. The "inciting incident" is a fourteen-year-old girl getting abducted from her home. If I had the power to prevent that, I would. Then, I'd write a new story about how someone invented a time machine in order to prevent the cult she was going to dragged into from every forming in the first place.
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#WordWeavers Feb 9: "Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?"
My mother-in-law had a lot of feedback. She was supportive. My wife and friends didn't have any feedback. I think they're a bit too close to me to not see me in the text. I have a writing group that's great. It's like having a writer's room. :)
#Writing #Writers #WritingCommunity #WritersOfMastodon #AmWriting #Scriberspace
This story's having it's way with me. I've spewed 19,000 words into it in 3 days.
It's 1:00 AM now and I'm _so tired_ but I had to get to the next pausing point in this scene.
The story _needs_ to flow. It's stealing every free cycle in my brain.
I think it's the best thing I've ever written, BUT unfortunately in exists within the world set up in the other books. Even though it involves _none_ of those characters, it has to come after them.
So, I've got finish the 1st and finish editing the 2nd, but i can't stop #writing this new story.
"Is this legal?" Solifan the wizard eyed the runes on the barge's hull warily.
"Does it matter?" Aldor grinned and climbed onto the deck of the boat. "I told you I'd get you to Dimkarat as fast as I could."
"I see some things have not changed, old friend." Solifan sighed and followed. The barge was small and looked rickety, with rough wood and patched sails. Parts of the railing were markedly newer than the rest of the boat, but everything was covered in runes. Solifan's eyes began to glow as he peered beyond the surface of this reality. He had expected to see power in the runes but had to concentrate to even see a dim outline of something.
"SO not legal." he murmured and got immediately shushed by Albor.
"We're here to make a friend." Albor whispered as he bowed down and knocked on the hatch leading under deck.
A few moments later the hatch flew open, and a freckled head with a wild, black mane and very skeptical eyes appeared. The eyes gave Solifan and Aldor a quick once-over and turned from skeptical to some kind of friendly. Like a friendly shark.
"Captain Jokham welcomes you aboard the 'Shooting Star'." The captain exclaimed as she climbed out of the hatch and hugged Aldor, then tried to do the same to Solifan, who took a step back.
"We need to get to Dimkarat." Solifan said.
"Aaaah, sure, maybe two weeks, if the winds are good." Captain Jokham started tallying on her fingers. "Food, water, a weather prophecy, then maybe a weather-soother, Schnaps..."
"Fast." Aldor interrupted, then started speaking in a language Solifan did not understand, a lot of soft words, rounded by the churning of water and steady winds but able to pierce the cacophony of a storm. Captain Jokham listened, startled, and then changed. Her smile grew genuine, her posture relaxed.
"Fast." she said. Not a promise, but a fact. Then she handed Aldor back his purse.
#WritersCoffeeClub 9/2: Do you subscribe to ‘show, don’t tell’? Why, or why not?
Not when people make a fetish of it. I see it as a sound principle to keep in mind, but not as a hard and fast rule. (Like probably every other ‘rule’ of writing.)
#books #writing #writersofmastodon
#WordWeavers 9/2: Have you ever talked to a reader of your story? How did it go?
Yes, quite a few times, including total strangers. I’ve yet to meet anyone who hated it.
#books #writing #writersofmastodon
Genna, the enchantress, sat in the back room of her shop, working on a tricky piece of magic, when she heard a polite cough. Irritated, she eyed the drapes towards the front room.
"I'm closed for the day." She got up and made her way into the front room, finding it empty. She pulled on the door a couple of times, but it was locked, just as she had thought. As she sat down at her worktable again, the cough repeated. Genna's eyes began to glow as she slowly scanned the room. She put one hand on the ornate dagger on her belt. Burglars usually don't cough politely, but there's a first for everything. Then her eyes fell on the tree in front of her window. Trees also usually don't cough, but they usually don't have faces either.
Sorry to disturb you, but I can't find the wizard. The words were tinged with a tiny bit of panic.
"You stole his cat." Genna leaned out of her window to get a better look at the tree. "So you're the replacement for my charms?"
Through the veil of reality, Genna could see the spirit in the tree, giving it a golden glow. The spirit's crown extended far beyond the young tree's canopy, covering the whole street in translucent, shining branches.
Oh, sorry, I am Ból, and I didn't steal Píp; we were supposed to be back by dinner. A little more panic this time. But she's... a cat.
"You can tell him when he finds you he went to Dimkarat to look for the both of you." The glow in Genna's eyes deepened, and her gaze wandered up the tree.
He's coming here? That'll take weeks! A moderate amount of panic.
"I think they'll be there sooner."
Ból sighed. I hope so. I've got to go. Fickle catsitter.
"Catsitter? I thought you lost her?" Genna asked, but the tree was just a tree again.
#WordWeavers Day 8. What’s the most frustrating thing about writing?
At the moment, time and trying to find an uninterrupted stretch of it so I CAN write.
