I think you've got something going with your rant. I wouldn't be able to write this. It can be tightened a little further. "Like", "with those", "or other", "always seemed", etcetera. I understand what you reference even when I have no first-hand experience with it. That may mean it's too comprehensible. If you're good enough you can compel the reader with coherent intricacies they don't understand. You may have seen pic related before—it reads like word soup at first, but I understand the overall message and a good 85% of the phrases thanks to time spent in the right subcultures. Crucially, there are people who obsess over the image without understanding it, and I don't think that could have been pulled off without the actual meaning there to tantalize them. Over-the-top obscurity can work. That ties into . I don't know what exactly Francis E. Dec meant by Frankenstein Radio Controls but I do understand some. I'm sure he had something fairly specific in mind that he failed to fully communicate. I used to talk to Terry Davis. He gave coherent explanations for bizarre tweets, and he explained enough of his metaphysics to make his rants about people ignoring God understandable. You should be shamelessly indulgent, and create something that very few people have a chance of fully understanding. Delve below the surface and talk about things that fascinate you even though nobody else knows them.
Really nice. Though I doubt people who don't get all the terms would view it as such, I really think you've got something good going here. Now do it for 100 more pages and I'll buy your book the first second it hits shelves. Fun read, fun schizotypy.
Logan Baker
Everybody for the last 60 years did. I blame Derrida.
Jaxon Ortiz
You will write every day. You will improve your characters, setting, plot, and themes. You will actively seek criticism so that you may grow and improve. You will not fall for marketing scams. You will learn that reading as much as you write will bring enormous gains in prose. You will make it.
>T.J. Kaczynski >Better known for other work Audible kek
Lucas Lewis
No one sneeds
Gabriel Wood
I wrote a story, where do I publish it under an alias so it's protected?
Jack Smith
>so it's protected Protected from what? From people finding out your real identity? Do you want to put it somewhere so that you can link to it, or do you want to put it somewhere where people will run into it?
Jose Perez
the chance that you've written anything worth stealing is infinitesimal. so just post it.
John Moore
Wattpad. Then become a Patreon whore.
Dylan Morales
Maybe I should go for a legit publishing company in the US or something? there's a chance I might at least get paid some bucks rather than have fanfiction teens be my sole audience
Alexander Collins
>there's a chance I might at least get paid some bucks sure, then submit it to the NYT or some other similarly-statured publication.
Brandon Mitchell
There's simply no way to know if i'm good or not if i publish to wattpad, is my main point
Do you have reason to believe it's high-quality enough? How much have you written before?
You can ask us.
Kevin Wright
tons of shitty stuff gets published. tons of great stuff doesn't. being published is not a valuable metric, because what gets published is often motivated by factors completely extrinsic to the quality of the writing itself; i.e. politics, race, profit/marketability, etc. the best metric you have is your own taste. have you read enough to know what genuinely good writing is? do YOU like what you've written? fuck everything else.
Ayden Smith
Can you guys help me with my writing? I am open to any & all criticism, no holds barred
Nick Spallone waited at the chessboard by working through the book of chess puzzles his son had bought him. Then the shadow of Grady Lane leaned over the table, and his hand pinched the light-squared bishop diagonally across the board to accidentally dominate the knight. “What the heck was that? Have you ever seen a chessboard before Grady?” Nick questioned. “I think you killed my appetite for chess.” And he snapped the book shut. Grady sat down and began to set up the pieces by placing the white king on the queen’s square. “Come on, let’s have a game? It’ll be fun.” Grady said. “Have you ever had fun boxing a child?” Nick asked as he fixed Grady’s king. “All the time, my kids refused to go to bed last night. So I just started jabbing.” “Lovely. You start.” “I know that. What do you think of this?” “Have you heard from Randal?” Nick asked. “Nope, he’ll be here. The knight, huh. Okay, I’ll match that.” “Are you sure? He didn’t seem too eager when I called him.” “You expect him to be eager?” “No, I guess not.” “Nobody suspects the pawn.” “I just think it would be good for the three of us to go and see him, you, me and Randal.” “Grady, Nick and Randall, classic.” “Checkmate,” Nick said. “No, I can still move.” “Move then.” “Okay.” “Now I go here.” “Okay. I’ll move this.” “And here. Done,” Grady stared at the board and bit his lower lip. “When did you get good at chess?” “It’s good to see you, Grady.” “You too, Nick. Oh, look, here comes Randal. Oi Randy, are you allowed to be in parks?” “Shut up, Nick. Hey Grady.” “Hey, Randal. It’s good to see you.” After a quick chat, the three of them walked a few streets from the park and fell back into the swing of friendship, uncooled by the years apart. “But religion would surely make dying easier,” Nick sighed. “So, would a fast truck,” snorted Grady “But not a long fall,” Randal replied. “Not just dying but life too. The comfort of life everlasting, defined morals, community, and prayer. Atheism, you just get nothing. It’s harder to find comfort that way,” Nick said. “Go and become Buddhist then. You’ve already got the head for it.” Grady snapped. “Woah, Grady, Grady, easy there.” “Maybe we shouldn’t be talking about this,” said Randal. They all agreed it was probably not the best topic of discussion as they approached the hospital and had to wait a moment as a groaning man was wheeled through the doors on a stretcher. “He looks like he could use some Buddhism.”
Evan Roberts
this sucks ass
Hudson Parker
Certified Yea Forums classic.
Ethan Allen
Do you smoke weed? Be honest
Aiden Anderson
Make it tighter. Remove words, shuffle them around. My attempt: >There we sat, me and Hanky, in that rigid place. We knew that Jane's shop opened every day, since she married an early bird. Fewer people went since the Global event, but we loved visiting. Hanky's stare gave me a notion that we'd soon be going there. >I couldn't shake the feeling that, though I'm rather fortified, I would be battled in her shop for reasons yet unknown. I had always had these unexplainable premonitions. I replaced your "Although" by a paragraph break, since while the sentences should be set apart there's not really a contradiction as such. >gested gestured >bonfire Is this what you meant, or is it just a regular fire? It makes me think of a large festive fire. Wiktionary tells me it can also be a fire to burn rubbish (or banned books, or heretics). >it's its >as I would soon suffer this same fate >ate away at any remnant of my soul I think these are too dramatic, to the point of being confusing. Unless your narrator is terminally ill and in grave spiritual peril.
Eli Bailey
Go easier on your commas. I don't understand your use of words in places like fortified, to be battled, noxious fume of anxiousness. They don't seem right in the piece unless the narrator has used them before in different contexts to describe themselves. I can see you're trying to do consonance/alliteration with the last line, but the word choice there seems too sentimental for a narrator going to see a talking carp on their wall. It feels like you're trying to be prosaic for the subject, and maybe in the context of the scene it is actually a prosaic scene, but the snippet here reads too saccharine for the subject matter. The anxiety metaphor doesn't feel consistent either, applying fume imagery to anxiety, though this could be a perspective I don't understand. Anxiety for me invokes panic and discomfort, rather than a slow smokiness I'd associate with something like lust. It's not clunky. It just feels like it's trying to hard to milk meaning from a scene that doesn't need it. I can tell you're making an effort. You're just trying to make too much of an effort and the prose comes out looking alien in relation to the subject of the scene.
Asher Cox
Thanks Nope Thank you I meant bonfire like a fire. I'll use lighter language and fix it That makes a lot of sense, I tend to overwrite my simple scenes too much because I really respect how authors like Melville and Dostoevsky illustrate a scene seamlessly, so I try to do the same. Commas are fucked and I truly am lost on how they work in professional writing. Also the carp is just a carp on his wall, not a talking one but that does sound pretty cool :)
I blame the computers. People used to respect word counts more when they were using pens and typewriters. Don't sweat it, just try writing short and fulfilling stories first. I'm glad you take constructive criticism constructively.
Bentley Perry
The hero returns.
Nobody's gonna steal your shit broski. Post it on Royal Road, unironically day and night when compared to Shittpad in terms of discoverability.
Sebastian Collins
>Royal Road Huh, I need to check it out. Can you post LNs there?
Dominic Mitchell
LN's meaning light novels I assume? If so then yes, you can post it in bulk or chapter-by-chapter if you want. I'm in the late stage of making a big backlog so I can slowly start rolling out my own stuff, so that's something you might wanna do if you're considering publishing your stuff. If your book's already done, even better.
Brody Bennett
RR tends to incentivise consistent posting, yeah?
Jonathan Rivera
How many threads in a row must this same question be answered?
Henry Walker
How many questions can we answer with a question?
Noah Reed
Cool numbers.
Luke Wilson
Well thanks for judging my work, it is extraordinarily shitty lol. Maybe I’ll try a typewriter in the future to write my stories, it’s what McCarthy did for all of his books.
Dylan Price
Oh good now I can call you a fucking faggot more accurately since you admitted it.
Robert Morales
Readers tend to like consistent posting. Pick a schedule, make it clear, and stick to it.
Bentley Gomez
Finished my detective story. 19 551 words of GARBAGE. I bookend it so it ends and begins with the same exact paragraph, which ties into the protagonist being mired in the bog of his past and being stuck doing the same shit for over ten years. Time to write something new. You guys know this feeling, right? When you finish something and feel free to chase anything you want.
I usually have outlines ready before finishing anything, so I spring into my source materials and start shaping the next story.
Adrian Sullivan
So, I have a question about royalroad and other fiction posting sites. Does this actually work? I'm reading the shit on here, 10,000 page nonsense YA with the authors earning actual livings off it. Nothing but exposition, poorly written drivel. WHO IS GIVING THESE PEOPLE MONEY? What's the secret? Insanity.
Christopher Bailey
who cares, either exploit the esl drones with your own shitty YA story or ignore them
Alexander Hill
Autistic weebs mostly.
Jaxson Wright
My work is 99% rigid grids and stiff step-by-step conveyor belt process and MAYBE 1% semi-creative input. So no, I don't really have these types of problems.
