>try to advertise on twitter >follow, like, mass retweeting >copy and paste job of "awesome!!" >be as nice as I fucking humanely can just to get some book sales >this is the stupidest shit ever Holy fuck this better sell me ONE fucking book.
Grayson Bell
standing on a street corner and selling blowies sounds less degrading tbqh famalam
Colton Rivera
There's a fine line between marketing and simply whoring yourself. Who am I kidding...no there isn't.
Who the fuck was the Meerkater that said twitter was a good idea? I swear 85% of them are bots, and of the last 15%, 90% of them don't read their tweets, or give enough shits. And the remaining don't give a shit enough to buy your book. I'm going to tweet to Elon Musk and ask him if he'll buy my book. If I get a single reply from him, I'll probably make money.
Joseph Garcia
Is he implying that "Shitkickers" wasn't porn? Because I have news for him...
Previously, in our epic story... Richard suddenly zeroed in on a nearby TV screen. It showed cartoon horses, frolicking in a field, sappy music playing in the background. Somehow, it looked familiar. Realization flooded over him like a concrete mixing truck losing its load on the highway. All at once, the pattern clicked, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. This wasn't a gay furry club...it was a bunch of My Little Pony fans! He never thought he'd be so relieved to find himself surrounded by bronies. His knees buckled and he collapsed into the couch behind him. A loud protest erupted from behind. "Hey! Whoa! Get off me! I don't swing that way, dude!" Richard stumbled to his feet. "Sorry about that." Relief continued to pump through his arteries like menthol mixed with Jack Daniel's. He wanted to give the offended party a grateful hug, but that would take him in the wrong direction. He simply nodded to the equestrian fanboy and shuffled away.
I write, I just have to learn what I should write to make 2k+ a month
Gavin Jenkins
Twilight fan-fiction self-inserts on WattPad. Emphasize plain-looking blank-slate girls being romanced by more than one hot guy at a time. Or, if you're older, Nora Roberts style romance novels for sad wine aunts.
Eli Ward
>first person present tense Can I do the narrator’s thoughts and feelings in past tense while having him describe his actions the present, or am I retarded?
Isaac Edwards
Just stick with one or the other, it's confusing to read otherwise.
Henry Perez
No one *reads, writing gets posted every thread dummy
Eli Gonzalez
I've seen that used to good effect in the book "Oryx And Crake" by Margaret Atwood. The narrator's flashbacks are in past tense; his current activities are in present tense.
I'm going to post the prolougue to my novel, tell me what you think. It's supposed to intrigue so if it doesn't let me know.
Strawberry fields, Mantly must have heard some poem or song or otherwise pleasant allusion to strawberry fields. Because when he stumbled into town that first day, hot and utterly exhausted from the trek, yet already looking for work he thought, strawberry picker eh? Sounds cool, pleasant and relaxing. Well it turns out it’s just strawberries that are cool, pleasant and relaxing, their fields, and the act of picking them are just tedious and hot. Not hard work, not really, just annoying and a tad demeaning. He knew the job was mostly for children and women, but he had a vague notion that the women would be of the…luscious variety, again, he was thinking of strawberries. The women turned out to be wiry old things with surprisingly strong and nimble fingers. They picked faster than Mantly, which means they made more money. Plus they seemed to have a better time doing it, all the time chatting and laughing in their big straw hats. While Mantly awkwardly shuffled on his knees down the rows filling his basket with no hat. He didn’t like hats, for some reason. Plus as a young healthy man perhaps that animal vitality of his could be better used in another line of work. Well now I know, he thought. Suddenly he realized his basket was full. He looked at the sun, ouch, he looked away. It’s a bit past noon, only a couple hours to go. But now that he’d decided to leave, the prospect of three more hours of fingering fruit in the sun didn’t sound too appealing. So Mantly picked up his basket, strolled down the rows to the wagon on the other end, dumped his berries in with the rest, picked up the tally sheet and made one last stroke. Then he lit up a smoke, as was his custom after each hard fought basket, and mused over the tally sheet.
Elijah Foster
Either I have a talent for stopping this thread cold...or you're all in Europe.
Mantly, eight baskets. Not bad. Jenny, twelve baskets. He scanned for Jenny in the field and saw her in the back, a girl of seven but small for her age. She wasn’t even on her knees, just bending at the waist and playfully tossing the strawberries into her basket, occasionally popping one into her mouth. Granny Buckets, twenty-one buckets. He wondered if she got paid more per bucket than everyone else did per basket, they certainly held more. Just now she was scolding little Jenny from across the field for eating too many strawberries, her method of scolding was to pelt her with deadly accurate strawberries. Queer sort, Mantly thought, must be the heat. He had to smile, and from here the field really was picturesque. The way the parallel rows strode right through all the rolling curves was somehow mesmerizing. Granny Buckets was done with her antics for now and cackling with laughter, Jenny was laughing too but somewhat more nervously. Mantly leaned his back on the wagon and took a long, slow drag of his cigarette to appreciate the scene. Nice folk, he thought, nice field too. 2/3
Kevin Young
He was ripped from his thoughts as a sudden, raw, roar of wind buffeted in from behind. It swept down the serene field churning up straw and a couple old ladies hats, shouts and laughter of alarm came from the field but to Mantly it sounded indiscernible. He was looking the other way now, behind, to where the sudden gust had come. Still far away, to the North, ragged gray clouds dragged and danced their way across the sky, casting uneven, dappled shadows on the farmland below.He could see the wild gusts of wind in the wheat, and the corn and the occasional stand of trees, all being whipped this way then that. From the direction of the strawberry field, he realized, mixed in with the chatter of the pickers was the cawing of crows, a whole murder, now passing overhead, flying straight due North, into the gale, not away. “Well, well, well.” Mantly said. One last pull of his cigarette and he put it out, and he made sure to really put it out. Today was not a day for chances. And with that he turned on his heel and waltzed down the road, heading for town, nobody noticed. He wouldn’t bother collecting the day's pay, Farmer Glenn could keep it for the inconvenience of leaving without notice. Besides, it wasn’t really for money he had come to this town. 3/3
Oliver Smith
The title for my book sucks. How do I pick one that isn't boring or "The Flowers of the Heart That Rage In the Field" tier pseud
Jacob Myers
Name it "The Adventures of_____"
Isaiah Fisher
What's the thing and how do you describe it by Anonymous Person
Nathan Morris
Untitled Until Now?
Michael Turner
>Strawberry fields, Mantly must have heard some poem or song or otherwise pleasant allusion to strawberry fields. Because when he stumbled into town that first day, hot and utterly exhausted from the trek, yet already looking for work he thought, strawberry picker eh? Sounds cool, pleasant and relaxing This sentence needs to be reworked. >Well it turns out it’s just strawberries that are cool, pleasant and relaxing, their fields, and the act of picking them are just tedious and hot. Not hard work, not really, just annoying and a tad demeaning. He knew the job was mostly for children and women, but he had a vague notion that the women would be of the…luscious variety, again, he was thinking of strawberries. What? It reads all over the place with cool strawberries, then suddenly, picking them is tedious and hot, BUT children and women pick them. Why would Children and Women do a job that's tedious and hot? Then suddenly it goes to sexy women, and THEN we find out that women can pick faster.
I feel the setting needs to be better set up. I honestly have no idea if this is the 1600's, 1700's 1800's, 1900's? I need more hints.
Jose Wilson
Nobody knows what the fuck your book is about, how the fuck do we help you think of a title?
Henry Wood
A bowling technician is wrongly profiled by an interstellar crime syndicate as a galactic tyrant and they have a tournament for the fate of the planet
Christian Baker
Gutter Balls
William Williams
What are themes? Also consider what titles in the genre or litfic normally sound like.
Cooper Rogers
Setting: Long ago Devils that could control the elements plagued the humans in the countryside. A select few families would band together to protect the humans. These families kept to themselves in isolation and over centuries developed psychic powers many would consider unnatural to hunt them.
Premise: In the modern day, devils no longer exist, but the families of humans with devil blood have come together in the city where the wealthy psychic families reside so tensions are high. In the midst, there's a serial killer murdering humans with devil blood leaving a tarot card behind. Two teens with strange psychic powers team up with a half devil girl to put an end to the murders.
Thoughts?
Benjamin Phillips
Thanks. As to the second point: The character is implyed to have little experience with any farm work, and he had a vague idea that picking strawberry's would be pleasant. The narration picks up with him musing about how he must have assumed it would be pleasant because of some fragment of a poem or song that he heard somewhere which presented the work in an ideal way. The 'luscious women' remark was supposed to contrast his previous vague ideals with reality. He knew strawberry picking was a job for women (it is), but without realizing it assumed the women would be young and attractive. He only realizes he even thought that now that he's there. >why would women do a job thats tedious and hot They do though, irl all the time. And it's true that men rarely do. t. been a strawberry picker
As to the setting, you'll cringe but it's supposed to be a kind of light steampunk setting. Similar to historical 1800's North America, but it's fictitious setting.
Easton Wood
Sounds kind of similar to Percy Jackson or Harry Potter in the sense that there's a hidden world that we discover throughout. I like that, but you should know it will always be cringe on one level when you have a (no doubt sexy) half devil girl.
Asher Martin
When I say devil, I don't mean like a succubus. I'm deciding between the word devil, or demon, or oni. When I mean demon, I mean a monster that can manipulate the elements. Not something sexy. And the modern day humans with demon blood look mostly human except for when they use their powers.
Asher Jenkins
Ok, are you going to link the demons to real world myth, religion and history. That could be a lot of fun, you could even dip into DaVinci code, Templar, Nephilim kind of stuff.
Julian Collins
I would need to pick a culture for the setting to take place in. Different cultures have different ideas of demons I guess.
Anthony Allen
If you're going to have to explain it to me, then you need to rewrite your sentences. I learned a long time ago, everyone is an idiot, and you have to spell things out most of the time. You don't have to put >He drank soda. It was coca-cola, it was fizzy. but >The sugar and fizz from the coca-cola quenched his thirst. Both do the job but lets say >He emptied the coca-cola Okay? how? did he pour it down between some woman's breasts?
Easton Ortiz
Concepts aren't really worth much except as a way to pitch your book. Execution matters. Sounds fairly YA.
Luke Lee
There's a whole genre called urban fantasy: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_fantasy I suggest you review it before you get too far with your own addition.
I end today with another 7,100 words towards my novel! It's up to 54,300 total, and my existing notes should add another 20,000-25,000 once I can implement them. That'll give me plenty of slack to cut out what isn'ting work. I know I should be grateful to be employed, but I'm really going to miss writing all day. Between a few projects, I cranked out a total of 38,300 words this week. That's just prose...I don't count what I added to my notes. This is, by far, the most productive I've been with writing in decades.
what are you trying to write? you should just download everything, it takes like 30 seconds, and then read it for 10 minutes, if you think it sucks move onto another book, there's so many books on this planet you don't have to commit to anything
Noah Flores
Well it's either this gothic urban fantasy romantic mystery or a comedy litRPG.
The comedy sounds like a good exercise in setting up reader's expectations and learning to subvert them, but the gothic mystery sounds more... distinguished?
Blake Collins
Well, do you wanna write that? Write it. Try to make it as good as you can. You don't need to write 'distinguished' stuff, just write what you want.
Adrian Taylor
hey guys i need some help finding the author of a 'how to write' book i read many years ago. her big deal was that she could teach anyone to write through some really helpful random association exercises that loosened me right up and let me tap into my subconscious. i know this isn't a lot to go on but i really had an 'a-ha' moment while doing her exercises and have never been able to get back to that place.
Matthew Nguyen
I think you mean Butt Piss, she's a student of Anus Anus
Bentley Morgan
What is the hardest genre to write and why is it Historical Fiction?
Jose Watson
I think regular history is probably harder. Historical fiction is just fanfiction where the readers may be more or less autistic than certain flavors of fanfiction.
Tell me how much money you make. And I too will join you
Henry Williams
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Exactly $0. Started two months ago, realized the kids like the animes, watched some animes, ripped them off, then rebranded. Currently building up a backlog for the fabled Patreon bucks.
