Any writers trying to get published? v.5

Whatever floats your boat. If you believe it'll work, then you'll make it work.

That's so true. A good writer can make any genre work.

Whatever floats your boat. If you believe it'll work, then you'll make it work.

I hope so. I really like it so far. It's personal, but the actual story is entirely fiction, and Carlotta is very different than me, but she is definitely a part of me just like all my characters, so I'm glad it doesn't feel too private or personal but it is just enough to make me feel like I can pull it off. I hope I'm right!

Absolutely nothing wrong with that. The trick is to find out what works for you.

Very true

That's so true. A good writer can make any genre work.

:blush::eeep:

:blush::eeep:

:lol: I'm having deja-vu!

Eh?

Eh?

I can't escape that damn smiley face!

Anyway, who in here writes with outlines? I find it impossible.

Wab, I would be interested to know what kind of fan fics you wrote. You don't seem like a fan-fic kind of person at all.

The one fanfic I posted (I think was here) was not roundly applauded because the ending was considered too ambiguous.

After the final battle in the MoM DD (this was pre-HBP) revealed to Harry that the veil was the portal between life and death and sort of the back door to the Mirror of Erised in that Harry would be reunited with his parents but he'd have to give up all he loved in life.

DD then left Harry alone to make his choice: achieving his hearts desire in death or the rough and tumble of life.

That I didn't say what his choice was didn't go over large.

The one fanfic I posted (I think was here) was not roundly applauded because the ending was considered too ambiguous.

After the final battle in the MoM DD (this was pre-HBP) revealed to Harry that the veil was the portal between life and death and sort of the back door to the Mirror of Erised in that Harry would be reunited with his parents but he'd have to give up all he loved in life.

DD then left Harry alone to make his choice: achieving his hearts desire in death or the rough and tumble of life.

That I didn't say what his choice was didn't go over large.

Sounds pretty cool to me.

I can't escape that damn smiley face!

Anyway, who in here writes with outlines? I find it impossible.

I usually plunge on I only hit a wall when I find out what happens.

:lol:I know you can't.:p Did you think I didn't know that?

:eeep::eeep:;)

I usually plunge on I only hit a wall when I find out what happens.

Me too. I find outlining so mechanical. I like to see where things take me. I usually have some vague idea of the end, but it usually changes.

:lol:I know you can't.:p Did you think I didn't know that?

:eeep::eeep:;)

Artmeis Black, they're looking at me through my windows now! :wow: You have to call them off!

I'm the type of writer that will do character profiles, and that's about the only outline-y thing I do. The profiles simply became habit after too much RPGs in small amounts of time. :rockon:

Other than that, I won't even write chronologically. Like some Tuesday morning I'll be like "Wow, this scene would go well here! And it explains this and elaborates on that..." ... Yeah.

However, if there's one thing I love to do, it's come up with names for my characters. Names can reflect so much.

You don't want my eep smiley minions stalking you? I myself find them cute and charming....

I'm the type of writer that will do character profiles, and that's about the only outline-y thing I do. The profiles simply became habit after too much RPGs in small amounts of time. :rockon:

Other than that, I won't even write chronologically. Like some Tuesday morning I'll be like "Wow, this scene would go well here! And it explains this and elaborates on that..." ... Yeah.

However, if there's one thing I love to do, it's come up with names for my characters. Names can reflect so much.

Coming up with names is probably my greatest weakness. I end up looking through the phone book to give them a kind of off-the-cuff feel. I'm simply mystefied by JKR's ability to come up with names that so aptly fits the character. Rita Skeeter is one name I particularly think is a stroke of genius.

Let me use my character Artemis as an example...

Now. Artemis is the Greek goddess of the Hunt and the moon, and she has ties to music through her brother Apollo.

Artemis (my character) loves nighttime. Her dad's an Auror (a 'Hunter', get it?), and she inherited from him a natural knack for the DADA stuff.

Artemis (the goddess), her symbols are the stag, a crescent moon, and her favorite animals are her hunting dogs. Wolves also bay at the moon.

Stag? Prongs? Maybe...
Dogs? Padfoot? Maybe...
Wolves? Moony? Maybe...

Artemis (the goddess) is notorious for two major flaws: she is proud and she has one hell of a nasty temper. I put these two flaws in my character as well, also with a sense of honor, arrogance (a little goes a long way).

Just a sampler of what I can do.

:eeep:;) Don't you find this guy:eeep:so cute?

Let me use my character Artemis as an example...

Now. Artemis is the Greek goddess of the Hunt and the moon, and she has ties to music through her brother Apollo.

Artemis (my character) loves nighttime. Her dad's an Auror (a 'Hunter', get it?), and she inherited from him a natural knack for the DADA stuff.

Artemis (the goddess), her symbols are the stag, a crescent moon, and her favorite animals are her hunting dogs. Wolves also bay at the moon.

Stag? Prongs? Maybe...
Dogs? Padfoot? Maybe...
Wolves? Moony? Maybe...

Artemis (the goddess) is notorious for two major flaws: she is proud and she has one hell of a nasty temper. I put these two flaws in my character as well, also with a sense of honor, arrogance (a little goes a long way).

Just a sampler of what I can do.

:eeep:;) Don't you find this guy:eeep:so cute?

Yeah, that is one really effective method for naming characters, but that would probably work better fantasy wise than in real-life drama kind of stories.

Funny thing: I also have a character named Apollo. His full name is Apollo Samson Dreyer. He's a pampered rich kid who wants to steal his father's fortune. I got the name from watching Dancing With the Stars.

P.S.
Your smiley faces don't scare me anymore. I've have learned to love them. It is the only way I'll have peace in my life.

Yay, you love the eep minions!:eeep::gryff:

Yay, you love the eep minions!:eeep::gryff:

I've actually hired some of them to do my bidding.

****. I should be worried...

****. I should be worried...

No. The smiley's will show you their mercy. Others might not be so lucky. :evil:

Anyway, lets get back on topic. Here are the names of the lead characters from some of my books.

THE MINORITY HOUSE
Brandon Bridges
Sherard Jones
Tony (Anthony Spears)
Camille Bridges
Apollo Samson Dreyer
Iago
Mr. Larimore
Persia King
Miles King

LAMIA'S VOW
Danielle Porter
Danise Porter
Grandpa Marty
Lamia Sullivan
Olivia Sullivan
Jay Higgins
Dr. Nester
Nicole Dayley
Portia Sader
Ryan Windsor

Those are just a few.

Should I be concerned about them, or just go along my merry way with eep minions in tow?:eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep:

Should I be concerned about them, or just go along my merry way with eep minions in tow?:eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep:

No. Leave the minions. I'm gonna need them.

:clap: yay! oh wait...:scared: what do you need them for? :nc::eeep::eeep::eeep:

:clap: yay! oh wait...:scared: what do you need them for? :nc::eeep::eeep::eeep:

They're gonna cater my friend's wedding.

(I hope she believes that and doesn't ask anymore questions)

Yes, sir.:whistle:

Anyway, have you ever heard of an author named David Colbert?

Yes, sir.:whistle:

Anyway, have you ever heard of an author named David Colbert?

The name sounds familiar, but I've never read him. Should I?

Maybe. I first heard of him when I got one of his books, The Magical Worlds of the Lord of the Rings, as a gift.

But he also wrote The Magical Worlds of Harry Potter. It goes into depth on everything, including names.:lol:

Maybe. I first heard of him when I got one of his books, The Magical Worlds of the Lord of the Rings, as a gift.

But he also wrote The Magical Worlds of Harry Potter. It goes into depth on everything, including names.:lol:

Oh. I see. It's kind of a companion volume. But I'm guessing it doesn't include Deathly Hallows analysis.

Unfortunately, no, it only goes up to Order of the Phoenix. But it's really good.

Good way for naming characters: Watch your e-mail spam folder ;)

Just a random tip.

Good way for naming characters: Watch your e-mail spam folder ;)

Just a random tip.

That's a wonderful idea. I've never thought of that.

Unfortunately, no, it only goes up to Order of the Phoenix. But it's really good.

I'll probably read it after I re-read DH. Reading companion books after the thought can be interesting.

Huh. Never thought to check my spam folder...

Spammers could probably work well for naming evil characters. :lol:

:rotfl::rotfl:

Possibly telemarketers too WHO WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!:wow:

:evil: Go eep smileys. Attack the telemarketers! :eeep::eeep::eeep:

:rotfl::rotfl:

Possibly telemarketers too WHO WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!!!:wow:

:evil: Go eep smileys. Attack the telemarketers! :eeep::eeep::eeep:

:lol:

Glad you're amused.

Seriously, spam folders? Who knew?

My last book was written in one giant block of narration with no chapter breaks. Does anybody else do this or am I just weird?

No, it's not just you. I, too, am guilty.

No, it's not just you. I, too, am guilty.

I think chapter breaks give people the opportunity to stop reading. :relax:

And to take a break for a breather, if needed.

And to take a break for a breather, if needed.

Yeah, but I don't want them to have a breather. I want their lives to be based on my book! :lol:

Well then, you don't have to let them have a breather if you don't want to, it is your story.

Telemarketers...beware...
:eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep:

Well then, you don't have to let them have a breather if you don't want to, it is your story.

Telemarketers...beware...
:eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep::eeep:

I pity the eeep smileys. Their lives are so...mechanical...

I know. But they don't know any better, right?:hmm:

I know. But they don't know any better, right?:hmm:

I don't know...they might just be acting like they know anything. I wouldn't put anything past an eep smiley.

"It is not in the nature of an eep smiley to forgive." Do you know where that's from? :lol:

Possibly PoA?:shrug:

Possibly PoA?:shrug:

Yeah it is. Dumbledore said that.

YAY I got it right!:lol: *singing* Celebrate good times come on!

Highlight the smilies and see what you get, :lol:

Anyway, since you guys chatted up about 8 pages since I was gone, anything worth knowing?

Besides my eep smiley militia (check out the sig) whose mission it is to hunt down people who release spoilers and make them pay, not much.

Highlight the smilies and see what you get, :lol:

Anyway, since you guys chatted up about 8 pages since I was gone, anything worth knowing?

Well, mostly we've been talking about the eep smileys, but we've also covered character names, male .vs. female characters, the romance genre, chapter breaks and fan fiction.

Do you have any thoughts on any of these topics?

Yes, God knows we wasted 8 pages jabbering about smileys.

My last book was written in one giant block of narration with no chapter breaks. Does anybody else do this or am I just weird?

Discworld books tend just to gave text breaks.

Discworld books tend just to gave text breaks.

What are Discworld books?

By the way, Wab, when are they gonna open up the DOIMC. I'm dying to rant about Bush.

A little series (20-odd books so far) by Terry Pratchett.

The good word is the 12th.

A little series (20-odd books so far) by Terry Pratchett.

The good word is the 12th.

Cool.

I've heard of Discworld. They are very popular amongst my old classmates.

I've heard of Discworld. They are very popular amongst my old classmates.

It's an interesting title. It sounds kind of science fiction-like.

Wab? Isn't Discworld sci-fi, or close?

Wab? Isn't Discworld sci-fi, or close?

If it's written by Terry Pratchett, it's probably fantasy.

I know.

Have you ever tried writing poetry? Just a random question...

I know.

Have you ever tried writing poetry? Just a random question...

Yeah. I have. I'm not very good at it. If you wait just a minute, I'll type up a sample.

*Waits eagerly* Yeeesss.....?

*Waits eagerly* Yeeesss.....?

Okay. This one is called Mad Teddy:

It's dark, it's lonely, the clock is ticking on the midnight hour
Sweet dreams are made of demons at ease
Sometimes those demons go sour
Your only comfort is your teddy bear
He's more solid than the shadows on the wall
When sweet dreams turn into nocturnal fiends
You want something that you can hold

It's dark, it's lonely, you're shivering from the gust outside
Your dreams are their own crazy entities
Of what's tearing you up inside
You only comfort is your teddy bear
Always warms you with those teddy eyes
When your fantasy turns into a hellish dream
That teddy smile can't tell you lies

It's dark, it's lonely, you're thinking about the dark world out there
Those demons at ease that pose as sweet dreams
They're getting restless for passing up fear
Your only comfort is your teddy bear
But it's eyes have a fiery gleam
Sweet dreams are fiends, but is your teddy on that team?
You hope not, but mad your teddy seems

It's dark, it's lonely, your best friends acting like a stranger from a distant land
Sweet dreams are in the past, in the breeze
The teddy bear's like fire in the palm of your hand
Your only comfort is a crazy beast
That wants to turn your heart to ice
And crush sweat dreams that only just seem
Your teddy bear was never nice...

That's my emo poetry. :lol:

Emo.....poetry?

Hmmm. If you like that sort of thing...

I myself like doing haiku.

Emo.....poetry?

Hmmm. If you like that sort of thing...

I myself like doing haiku.

I actually don't like the emo poetry. That's why I don't think I'm a good poet. Everything I write is filled with too much dread.

Can you share any of your haiku's?

Other than that, I won't even write chronologically. Like some Tuesday morning I'll be like "Wow, this scene would go well here! And it explains this and elaborates on that..." ... Yeah.

Plunging through the pages of smiley discussion, I basically write like this. I'll do scenes at a time and then sort of string them together and write the filler between them. Usually I just have an image for example one of them is a boy with his eyes stiched shut crawling across a rock in rags. This became the first scene I wrote and pretty much defines the novel, but it doesn't actually occur until about half way through.

Also, in regards to character names, for the fantasy genre I find names easy. Usually they are poached from mythology for example: Fraeger Thatch, Dagda, Lya Fail etc which all appeared in my first and only (admittedly quite bad) attempt at the genre. However, for real world characters, getting a name that stands out, suits the character and clicks with the reader are harder. I mainly start with the sirname and then move onto the forename, scanning through name books or lists of common names in various countries and their meanings.

Okay. This one is called Mad Teddy:

It's dark, it's lonely, the clock is ticking on the midnight hour
Sweet dreams are made of demons at ease
Sometimes those demons go sour
Your only comfort is your teddy bear
He's more solid than the shadows on the wall
When sweet dreams turn into nocturnal fiends
You want something that you can hold

It's dark, it's lonely, you're shivering from the gust outside
Your dreams are their own crazy entities
Of what's tearing you up inside
You only comfort is your teddy bear
Always warms you with those teddy eyes
When your fantasy turns into a hellish dream
That teddy smile can't tell you lies

It's dark, it's lonely, you're thinking about the dark world out there
Those demons at ease that pose as sweet dreams
They're getting restless for passing up fear
Your only comfort is your teddy bear
But it's eyes have a fiery gleam
Sweet dreams are fiends, but is your teddy on that team?
You hope not, but mad your teddy seems

It's dark, it's lonely, your best friends acting like a stranger from a distant land
Sweet dreams are in the past, in the breeze
The teddy bear's like fire in the palm of your hand
Your only comfort is a crazy beast
That wants to turn your heart to ice
And crush sweat dreams that only just seem
Your teddy bear was never nice...

That's my emo poetry. :lol:

I think that's really good actually. It's literally, like, my worst childhood fear, because I remember seeing a movie where the kid dreams his teddy bear comes to life and tries to kill him... it was a very short bit of a PG-rated comedy but it scared the **** out of me! Anyway I think it's really good. You should post it on fictionpress.

My poetry is mostly just really personal thoughts I've tried to put into rhymes. Mostly about heartache or whatever, it's not so dark because I just can't pull that off, but I rarely write happy poems. When I'm happy I don't really have a reason to write poetry.

Wab? Isn't Discworld sci-fi, or close?

Satire, hung on a slightly parodic fantasy frame.

Okay. This one is called Mad Teddy:

It's dark, it's lonely, the clock is ticking on the midnight hour
Sweet dreams are made of demons at ease
Sometimes those demons go sour
Your only comfort is your teddy bear
He's more solid than the shadows on the wall
When sweet dreams turn into nocturnal fiends
You want something that you can hold

It's dark, it's lonely, you're shivering from the gust outside
Your dreams are their own crazy entities
Of what's tearing you up inside
You only comfort is your teddy bear
Always warms you with those teddy eyes
When your fantasy turns into a hellish dream
That teddy smile can't tell you lies

It's dark, it's lonely, you're thinking about the dark world out there
Those demons at ease that pose as sweet dreams
They're getting restless for passing up fear
Your only comfort is your teddy bear
But it's eyes have a fiery gleam
Sweet dreams are fiends, but is your teddy on that team?
You hope not, but mad your teddy seems

It's dark, it's lonely, your best friends acting like a stranger from a distant land
Sweet dreams are in the past, in the breeze
The teddy bear's like fire in the palm of your hand
Your only comfort is a crazy beast
That wants to turn your heart to ice
And crush sweat dreams that only just seem
Your teddy bear was never nice...

That's my emo poetry. :lol:

:twitch: That was really good, though, now I'll have nightmares when I go to bed tonight, locking all of my stuffed animals in my closet. :lol:

I write poetry, and was very close to winning a contest at poetry.com, but didn't. I didn't think it was that good, but I can put it up. If you want me too.


On the topic about boy vs. girl: this is very fun. I have a extremely bad habbit of having two boys and one girl in my stories, and it's fun to put arguments in and their bickering.

Romance: Even I can't stad too much romance. You have to keep it just right, so that way readers of all ages, and both genders can enjoy it, :lol:


Books that I suggest reading: Write Your Own Story by Vivan Dubrovin. Someday You'll Write by Elizabeth Yates. The Young Writers Handbook by Susan and Stephen Tchudi. The last one teaches you tips on what to do while writing, but the other two show you the creative world and ideas. They're a bit old, but I've read them all. And the book says, when it says Young, it doesn't mean people like us, but for everyone.

Plunging through the pages of smiley discussion, I basically write like this. I'll do scenes at a time and then sort of string them together and write the filler between them. Usually I just have an image for example one of them is a boy with his eyes stiched shut crawling across a rock in rags. This became the first scene I wrote and pretty much defines the novel, but it doesn't actually occur until about half way through.

Also, in regards to character names, for the fantasy genre I find names easy. Usually they are poached from mythology for example: Fraeger Thatch, Dagda, Lya Fail etc which all appeared in my first and only (admittedly quite bad) attempt at the genre. However, for real world characters, getting a name that stands out, suits the character and clicks with the reader are harder. I mainly start with the sirname and then move onto the forename, scanning through name books or lists of common names in various countries and their meanings.

Yeah, the surname is a very good place to start with more realistic characters.

I have trouble with names no matter what, but lately I've taken to browsing baby name websites and checking the meanings of names I like to see how they fit. Strangely it seems my first choices for a charactr tend to fit pretty well. I guess that's why the names mean certain things; you sort of associate them with certain types of people even if you don't know the meaning.

I have trouble with names no matter what, but lately I've taken to browsing baby name websites and checking the meanings of names I like to see how they fit. Strangely it seems my first choices for a charactr tend to fit pretty well. I guess that's why the names mean certain things; you sort of associate them with certain types of people even if you don't know the meaning.

Actually, sometimes I check astrological and mythological websites for inspiration. You might want to give that a shot. Just a suggestion.:rockon:

I'm stuck with book names... Does everyone think I should wait till after I finish to name it? I'm just so into planning - spent since December planning actually. It's a 6 book series. :) Anyways, what does everyone think of "The Black Mills"? It fits so well with the book ...but, as my friend says, it just sounds so "trying-to-but-failing-to-be-scary". My second option is, "Coping With Madness". Any opinions? Thanks.

It honestly depends. Sometimes I get a flash of inspiration and within 5 seconds I've got a title. Sometimes I have to wait until I'm halfway. Sometimes I wait 'til the end. And yet other times I start with one and keep changing it. See what I mean? It depends.

Buy a namebook. It has helped me so much with names. It's now last names I have troubles with.

All this talk of names has kind of reminded my of how my names are all cheesy - Yes, I wonder what power a guy named Simon "Goldfish" Waters will have? And what about Sky (don't ask me why, I was thinking about Neighbours for some unknown reason) Something-or-other-which-I-don't-remember? What powers will she have? And as for Daniel Blaze, well he's a real mystery. :lol:

Titles for the individual books of the series are easier than the overall series title I think. I've settled for Dark Forces right now (though I always think of Star Wars for some unknown reason :lol:).

Still, managed to get a beginning that sounded interesting (and indeed, in a rare flash of intuition - Editor's Note: whoa, big word! - let me introduce the main (human) villan as well as the protagonist). Slight flaw in having the protagonist's mates show up at his house a half past nine in the evening, may shift that to the next morning.

And, also, ever wondered where all those legendary creatures like Vampires and Werewolves (though I may not include them - jolly hard to find silver these days, let alone in the amounts required), went? Well, they went the same way as Mr BigBad (yeah, the villan's name needs work - All the good ones are taken, no thanks to Mr Horowitz... :grumble:). So when Mr BigBad returns, logically speaking, so do the legendary cratures (just the bad ones of course, got to make it seem like it's all gone down the plughole after all).

One of my favorite names for one of my characters in Jackie Naughton. Her nickname is Naughty. I just think it's something that makes you smile or do a doubletake on the Naughty part.

Buy a namebook. It has helped me so much with names. It's now last names I have troubles with.

For last names you can try skimming through the phonebook.

Phonebooks....or the index of your high school yearbook.

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I take favor of making up my last names. Like, Phone, Magazine, Macaronni, Keys, Apple, Icecycle. Now take the first letter of each word like this.

LPMMKAI

Limpkam. Though, it mostly works for fictional stories. . . Though, use the first things you see, and be creative.

"How on earth did you know we were coming?" asked Marry after she had eaten the small link that she had just recently pulled out of the firer. Varlon had been telling them how his broters had found him in the woods once when it dawned on her.

"Erkie told me of course!" said Varlon, not surprised by her sudden interuption.

"Erkie? Erkie Limpkam? How do you know him?" Critch asked, nearly spitting out his water on the small Dwarf.

"He's my sister's husband! Blimey, of all the stories. . ."

OK, that was lame, but it came to my head in three seconds. It's just an example. . .

Well, I've never seen that before. Cool.

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I'm stuck with book names... Does everyone think I should wait till after I finish to name it? I'm just so into planning - spent since December planning actually. It's a 6 book series. :) Anyways, what does everyone think of "The Black Mills"? It fits so well with the book ...but, as my friend says, it just sounds so "trying-to-but-failing-to-be-scary". My second option is, "Coping With Madness". Any opinions? Thanks.

I go with a working title. It keeps everything focused until the inspirational thunderbolt hits. If your story is full and rich, the titles will jump out at you.

Also: I liked the title The Black Mills. It's very atmospheric.

Oh my God, AptPupil's finally on! *has a seizure from shock*

Yeah, sometimes working titles are best.
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Oh my God, AptPupil's finally on! *has a seizure from shock*

Yeah, sometimes working titles are best.
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OMG, I killed Artemis Black! :lol:

Anyway, I find that the best titles are kind of vague, yet still specific. That's why I've always liked the titled Order of the Phoenix or Half-Blood Prince better than something concrete like the Chamber of Secrets of the Goblet of Fire.

OMG, I killed Artemis Black! :lol:

Anyway, I find that the best titles are kind of vague, yet still specific. That's why I've always liked the titled Order of the Phoenix or Half-Blood Prince better than something concrete like the Chamber of Secrets of the Goblet of Fire.

Ha, I'm back! Man, Voldy's going to want to know how I did that...:lol:

OOTP was a very good title, I agree.

Did you know that for a while, the working title for GoF was Harry Potter and the Doomspell Tournament?
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Ha, I'm back! Man, Voldy's going to want to know how I did that...:lol:

OOTP was a very good title, I agree.

Did you know that for a while, the working title for GoF was Harry Potter and the Doomspell Tournament?
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Yeah. I did hear about that. Thank God she changed it or I would have reffered to it HP4.

The other titles of DH were HP and The Elder Wand and HP and the Peverell Quest.

Okay, the second one was lame. Glad she changed it.
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So who has written lately?

Still working on my HP fanfic, but I'm not sure that counts for real writing...
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Still working on my HP fanfic, but I'm not sure that counts for real writing...
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Well, it's more than I've done. After finishing my latest, I haven't written a word. I'm waiting for the next idea. He's really late. Caught up in traffic or something.

Who is?
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Who is?
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My muse. I guess personafication doesn't work in forums, unless it involves an eep smiley :lol:

No writing today (well, it's only a little after 1 AM where I'm at.) Yesterday only got 500-something words on my WIP.

We should have a 500-word sprint! Everyone writes 500 words as fast as they can, not caring about quality...that comes later. After all, there would be no novels without SFDs.

Well, I hope your muse was not in a multi-car accident. That could be ugly.

I've let the eep smileys alone for now. They can punish spoilers. Now it's these pictures. Take a look at this one.
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No writing today (well, it's only a little after 1 AM where I'm at.) Yesterday only got 500-something words on my WIP.

We should have a 500-word sprint! Everyone writes 500 words as fast as they can, not caring about quality...that comes later. After all, there would be no novels without SFDs.

I'm too uninspired to do a sprint, but I would love to see other people do one.

I think he means his ideas. Yeah, I've writte loads! :D Including fanfiction. Also, cut avvies Artemis. Hey, Apt, you could do a story about a guy bein caught in a taxi cab and wants out, and all his girlfriend wants him home but there something big going on, like a hurricane, and then the guy gets washed into a building with some other injured people. Now it is up to him to save them, but his grlfriend thinks that he is dead. When they are found, with only a few dead, he returns to his girlfriend and proposes for marriage.I really get ideas out of the blue. You say caught up in traffic, I come up with this. Have at it! :D

Hey, I'm learning that if you wait for your muse to come bite you in the butt, you might be waiting...forever! :scared:

Hmmm...that was very clever, ginnypotter19. And I like the 'avies', too. Even though they're not really avies.
http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/thHarryPotterinDenial.gif
I love this one.^

I think he means his ideas. Yeah, I've writte loads! :D Including fanfiction. Also, cut avvies Artemis. Hey, Apt, you could do a story about a guy bein caught in a taxi cab and wants out, and all his girlfriend wants him home but there something big going on, like a hurricane, and then the guy gets washed into a building with some other injured people. Now it is up to him to save them, but his grlfriend thinks that he is dead. When they are found, with only a few dead, he returns to his girlfriend and proposes for marriage.I really get ideas out of the blue. You say caught up in traffic, I come up with this. Have at it! :D

If my creative juices get flowing, I'll have a go at that topic. But that's not a promise. :lol:

Hey, I'm learning that if you wait for your muse to come bite you in the butt, you might be waiting...forever! :scared:

My muse is not so mean that he would bite me in the butt. He usually just slaps a wet towel on my face. :lol:

If you don't, can I?
http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/thlittleteacupbypaigegall.jpg
I'm a little teacup short and stout,
Here is my handle here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up--

Wait...

:lol: Funny. Anyway, we could do 500 dashes here. If it is allowed. . .

Oh, yea. If he does't you can. I won't. Its not my style.

If you don't, can I?
http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/thlittleteacupbypaigegall.jpg
I'm a little teacup short and stout,
Here is my handle here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up--

Wait...

I think that's plagarism. :lol:

Anyway, I'm not good at that kind of thing, because I usually take an eternity crafting a sentence.

Yay! Wait, what about plagarism? Not me?

Yay! Wait, what about plagarism? Not me?

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You all know it.^

:lol: I thought the Little Teacup bit was the beginning of your 500 word sprint! It was a total failure of communication on my part. :lol:

If you're talking abut playdrism to my summery, I give permission.

Never mind. :lol:

WOW! So we're doing the 500 dash?

:lol: I thought the Little Teacup bit was the beginning of your 500 word sprint! It was a total failure of communication on my part. :lol:

No, we're both to blame on that. But I like it.

If you're talking abut playdrism to my summery, I give permission.

Thank you!

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^I really am!

Welcome. So, are we doing the 500 dash?

What's that? Sorry, bit out of the loop...

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/danairguitar.gif
^Am I the only one who finds this absurdly cute?

If you're talking abut playdrism to my summery, I give permission.

Never mind. :lol:

WOW! So we're doing the 500 dash?

I'll do a 500 dash without words. :lol:

I think we should make a time for it. I'm feeling kind of like the undead at the moment. But if you want to do it, feel free. I'll read anything anybody puts forth.

When you just absentmindly write a 500 word story I guess.

I love that pic! Mostly cause I love Dan.

What's that? Sorry, bit out of the loop...

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/danairguitar.gif
^Am I the only one who finds this absurdly cute?

You don't mind if I choose to say no, I don't find that cute at all, do you? :lol:

I'll do a 500 dash without words. :lol:

I think we should make a time for it. I'm feeling kind of like the undead at the moment. But if you want to do it, feel free. I'll read anything anybody puts forth.

How bout till Thursday. It's late here, and I don' know how late it is at other places. Apt, it would be fun if you tried. We can all see each other's writing styles!

How bout till Thursday. It's late here, and I don' know how late it is at other places. Apt, it would be fun if you tried. We can all see each other's writing styles!

We could definitely do it on Thursday. In my timezone, it's about midnight, but the time doesn't matter. It'll be perfect especially if I can't get to sleep. I find that my best ideas come out of not being able to sleep.

I'll start on mine now. I have a idea, just looking at my mom's camera devloper. Oh, and it doesn't have to be HP related if you don't want it!

I'll start on mine now. I have a idea, just looking at my mom's camera devloper. Oh, and it doesn't have to be HP related if you don't want it!

I'll use your prompt.

K. Or should we all use the prompt, and then see how the stories relate?

K. Or should we all use the prompt, and then see how the stories relate?

Yeah. I think we should. That way would be the most telling.

Glad you like it.

Umm...

Jackie absently ran a hand through her hair. "Do we have to go through this again?" she groaned with an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, okay, Jackie, shout out your line again," replied Mrs. Tanaka, calm and unruffled as ever.

"A pox--Hey Derrek! What are you looking at?" Jackie glared at the boy, wearing his costume, staring at her.

"Jackie, just get on with it," moaned Alex, a fellow actor.

"But he's-"

"Just GO!"

"All right, keep your hose on. A POX ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!" Jackie bellowed.

"Not quite so loud, Jackie. After all, you're supposed to be dying," Alex reminded her.

"If you think it's so easy-"

"No I don't-"

"TAKE 6, and Jackie, act like you are dying," Mrs. Tanaka said.

It took about a minute for Jackie to psyche herself up for it, but it finally came. "A pox on...both your...houses..."

"Perfect!" shouted Mrs. Tanaka. "Now, Jackie. We'll move on to your monologue to Romeo about Queen Mab."

"Do I have to?" said Jackie, her shoulders sagging.

"Yes."

"Can I have lunch first? It's 1:30..."

"If you do well-"

"Actually, Mrs. Tanaka, it is time for the lunch break, according to your itinerary," Alex pointed out.

The woman flapped a hand. "Very well. But afterwards, Jackie, you are going to do that monologue."

"Yes, what ever you say. I look forward to rambling on about Queen Mab like a complete nutter with ever so much pleasure," Jackie remarked sarcastically.

As Jackie and Alex walked off stage, Jackie muttered under her breath, "Top reasons why I hate Romeo and Juliet:
1. Derrek keeps hitting on me, regardless of the fact that I'm dressed as Mercutio
2. And he's supposed to keep his eyes directed at Juliet
3. I'm not a complete nutter
4. the old bat Mrs. Tanaka gets on my nerves
5. the stage has zero air conditioning."

Then Jackie frowned, and suddenly smiled. "Best reason for doing this play," she said, "is that as Mercutio, I get to die the best death of them all!" Feeling better about it, she strolled off whistling to the cafeteria, a bit of a light spring in her step.
***
Yes, I know less than 500 words, but my fingers are about to die so...what do you think?

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/shrubbery-of-doom.png
^I quiver.

Glad you like it.

Umm...

Jackie absently ran a hand through her hair. "Do we have to go through this again?" she groaned with an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, okay, Jackie, shout out your line again," replied Mrs. Tanaka, calm and unruffled as ever.

"A pox--Hey Derrek! What are you looking at?" Jackie glared at the boy, wearing his costume, staring at her.

"Jackie, just get on with it," moaned Alex, a fellow actor.

"But he's-"

"Just GO!"

"All right, keep your hose on. A POX ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!" Jackie bellowed.

"Not quite so loud, Jackie. After all, you're supposed to be dying," Alex reminded her.

"If you think it's so easy-"

"No I don't-"

"TAKE 6, and Jackie, act like you are dying," Mrs. Tanaka said.

It took about a minute for Jackie to psyche herself up for it, but it finally came. "A pox on...both your...houses..."

"Perfect!" shouted Mrs. Tanaka. "Now, Jackie. We'll move on to your monologue to Romeo about Queen Mab."

"Do I have to?" said Jackie, her shoulders sagging.

"Yes."

"Can I have lunch first? It's 1:30..."

"If you do well-"

"Actually, Mrs. Tanaka, it is time for the lunch break, according to your itinerary," Alex pointed out.

The woman flapped a hand. "Very well. But afterwards, Jackie, you are going to do that monologue."

"Yes, what ever you say. I look forward to rambling on about Queen Mab like a complete nutter with ever so much pleasure," Jackie remarked sarcastically.

As Jackie and Alex walked off stage, Jackie muttered under her breath, "Top reasons why I hate Romeo and Juliet:
1. Derrek keeps hitting on me, regardless of the fact that I'm dressed as Mercutio
2. And he's supposed to keep his eyes directed at Juliet
3. I'm not a complete nutter
4. the old bat Mrs. Tanaka gets on my nerves
5. the stage has zero air conditioning."

Then Jackie frowned, and suddenly smiled. "Best reason for doing this play," she said, "is that as Mercutio, I get to die the best death of them all!" Feeling better about it, she strolled off whistling to the cafeteria, a bit of a light spring in her step.
***
Yes, I know less than 500 words, but my fingers are about to die so...what do you think?

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/shrubbery-of-doom.png
^I quiver.

I like it. :tu: I think it has alot of personality for something written in such a short space in time. I especially liked how you stopped to list Jackie's reasons for not liking Romeo and Juliet. You should read Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl. You write alot like her.

Really? Is that a good thing?

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^I'd pay good money to see Dan do disco.

Really? Is that a good thing?

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/da260298.png
^I'd pay good money to see Dan do disco.

Stylistically, its a fantastic thing. :tu:

YAY! Thank you!

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^*Shrieks and faints*

YAY! Thank you!

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/1805153.jpg
^*Shrieks and faints*

Ur welcome. And you should really read that book, because it has cool drawings from the author in it.

I'm nearly done.

I liked you short story. I like anything to do with plays, and just a story about one, and after it is great! The list was a nice treat too. Unique way of writing, I don't normally see things like that, but last time I did, it was a depressing story, :lol:. Good job. I liked it.

Will definitely do. And thank you, ginnypotter19! I'm glad you guys liked it!

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^Oddly enough, this is very amusing.

I've accidently passed 500, but I'm not done yet.

OMG! I love that song! And with that picture, it's hillarious!:lol:

Well, that's okay, we'll read it anyway.

And I'm glad you like the pic. Wonder who's shouting "Shut up, Harry!"

Photograhps

Andi had never seen her parents before. They had left her when she was very young and gave her to her grandmother to be raised, never to be seen again. However, her grandmother had promised her a surprise once she came downstairs, and Andi had been looking forward to it all day. She hadn't been allowed downstairs until she was called. She had even prepared for it, since her surprises were normally parties. She was just adding an earing stub to her overly bright memory box, which she often collected odd things, when she heard her grandmother's voice.

"Andralina, get down here sweety! You can take the shortcut if you like," said her grandmother at the bottom of the stairs. Andi nearly jumped with joy. She was ready to see what her surprise was, but mosly becasue she was allowed to take the shortcut, which her grandmother never let her do unless it was a speciel occation.

Andi stepped right in front of the picture hanging right above her bed, but it had started to get hard to get concentrated on one picture, for she had many pictures in rows and rows, leading all the way to the kitchen. The picture she was focusing on now was her grandmother when she was very little with her baby brother.

"I want to be my grandmother." Said Andi, and before she knew it, she was a black and wighte picture with dark curls and a velvet bow on top of her head. Her brother was playing with the blocks which spelled URKVE. She was inside of the picture. She had always been able to do this since she was three. Her grandmother had spent hours crying, thinking she had lost her granddaughter, but she returned after a nice chat with her Grandpa Charlie.

She concentrated on the next picture and becamer herself when she was six. It was her birthday party and she had just opened a plastic crown. Picture by picture she went, until at last she was her Aunt Murial which was being licked in the face by her bulldog.

With a light since of dizzyness, she was her original ten year old self. Color and everything had returned. This was her favorite way of travel, but the only thing was, she could only go by picture by picture. She had tried beig a room away once, but it ended up giving her a headache.

"I thought you would end up in the kitchen." Said Grandma Luis with a loving, gentle smile. "Are you ready for your surprise?"

"Oh, yes, grandma! What is it?" Andi asked, looking around for any of her friends.

"I've got a picture for you. I just found it as I was cleaning the attic."

Andi was even more excited. She was odd for a ten year old, she liked the weirdest things. She would much rather prefer a picture rather than a new doll like the other girls. Grandma Luis handed over a small developed picture that Andi had never seen before. She didn't even reconize the people inside.

"That's your mother and father when they were very young. She was pregnant with you there, you see?" and Grandma Luis pointed at the young woman's stomach, which was buldging slightly. "Would you like to speak to them?"

The pregnant woman had brown, thick hair just like Andi and the man beside her had the same blue eyes, which were darker than normal, just like hers. There was no doubt that they were her parents, but they looked like they were only sixteen.

"What happened to them, grandma?" Andi asked. She wasn't really expecting an answer, but when she heard her grandmother sighed, she looked at her in surprise.

"They had you when she had just turned seventeen," she started, "and your mother, my daughter, coudn't handle a child. Andrew, your father, whom you were named after Andralina, had no parents. Vivian had promised that she would take care of her child, even if that meant having someone else take care of you for a little while.

"When she gave me you, I was so proud. Angry of course that she was so young, but proud. She and your father promised to stay and help me take care of you, as long as they found a job. One day, they both went to work and never came back.

"The manager of Walgreens had come to my door with a note and I then learned that your parents moved to Washington and they apologized greatly. They want to see you soon you know? As soon as you're eleven. When I found this picture, I thought you would like to prepare yourself. Would you like to meet them? Your father could go into pictures too."

Andi glanced at the smiling faces in the photo and a tear went down her cheek. She looked at her Grandma Luis and shook her head.

"No." She said, giving her the picture. "I'll see them soon enough." With that, her grandmother smied and tucked the picture safely into a metal picture frame, nodding in understandment.



OK, that has to be my worst ever. I wouldn't blame you if you don't like it. I have a thing for leaving cliffys, maybe I'll contiue it in my life sometime, :lol:.

That's pretty good. A teensy bit rough, but good.

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/besocruel.jpg
^*sigh*

Photograhps

Andi had never seen her parents before. They had left her when she was very young and gave her to her grandmother to be raised, never to be seen again. However, her grandmother had promised her a surprise once she came downstairs, and Andi had been looking forward to it all day. She hadn't been allowed downstairs until she was called. She had even prepared for it, since her surprises were normally parties. She was just adding an earing stub to her overly bright memory box, which she often collected odd things, when she heard her grandmother's voice.

"Andralina, get down here sweety! You can take the shortcut if you like," said her grandmother at the bottom of the stairs. Andi nearly jumped with joy. She was ready to see what her surprise was, but mosly becasue she was allowed to take the shortcut, which her grandmother never let her do unless it was a speciel occation.

Andi stepped right in front of the picture hanging right above her bed, but it had started to get hard to get concentrated on one picture, for she had many pictures in rows and rows, leading all the way to the kitchen. The picture she was focusing on now was her grandmother when she was very little with her baby brother.

"I want to be my grandmother." Said Andi, and before she knew it, she was a black and wighte picture with dark curls and a velvet bow on top of her head. Her brother was playing with the blocks which spelled URKVE. She was inside of the picture. She had always been able to do this since she was three. Her grandmother had spent hours crying, thinking she had lost her granddaughter, but she returned after a nice chat with her Grandpa Charlie.

She concentrated on the next picture and becamer herself when she was six. It was her birthday party and she had just opened a plastic crown. Picture by picture she went, until at last she was her Aunt Murial which was being licked in the face by her bulldog.

With a light since of dizzyness, she was her original ten year old self. Color and everything had returned. This was her favorite way of travel, but the only thing was, she could only go by picture by picture. She had tried beig a room away once, but it ended up giving her a headache.

"I thought you would end up in the kitchen." Said Grandma Luis with a loving, gentle smile. "Are you ready for your surprise?"

"Oh, yes, grandma! What is it?" Andi asked, looking around for any of her friends.

"I've got a picture for you. I just found it as I was cleaning the attic."

Andi was even more excited. She was odd for a ten year old, she liked the weirdest things. She would much rather prefer a picture rather than a new doll like the other girls. Grandma Luis handed over a small developed picture that Andi had never seen before. She didn't even reconize the people inside.

"That's your mother and father when they were very young. She was pregnant with you there, you see?" and Grandma Luis pointed at the young woman's stomach, which was buldging slightly. "Would you like to speak to them?"

The pregnant woman had brown, thick hair just like Andi and the man beside her had the same blue eyes, which were darker than normal, just like hers. There was no doubt that they were her parents, but they looked like they were only sixteen.

"What happened to them, grandma?" Andi asked. She wasn't really expecting an answer, but when she heard her grandmother sighed, she looked at her in surprise.

"They had you when she had just turned seventeen," she started, "and your mother, my daughter, coudn't handle a child. Andrew, your father, whom you were named after Andralina, had no parents. Vivian had promised that she would take care of her child, even if that meant having someone else take care of you for a little while.

"When she gave me you, I was so proud. Angry of course that she was so young, but proud. She and your father promised to stay and help me take care of you, as long as they found a job. One day, they both went to work and never came back.

"The manager of Walgreens had come to my door with a note and I then learned that your parents moved to Washington and they apologized greatly. They want to see you soon you know? As soon as you're eleven. When I found this picture, I thought you would like to prepare yourself. Would you like to meet them? Your father could go into pictures too."

Andi glanced at the smiling faces in the photo and a tear went down her cheek. She looked at her Grandma Luis and shook her head.

"No." She said, giving her the picture. "I'll see them soon enough." With that, her grandmother smied and tucked the picture safely into a metal picture frame, nodding in understandment.



OK, that has to be my worst ever. I wouldn't blame you if you don't like it. I have a thing for leaving cliffys, maybe I'll contiue it in my life sometime, :lol:.

That wasn't bad at all! I really liked it. Your prose is precise, your meaning seems really clear. I especially like what you did with the pictures. Gives it a really nostalgic sort of feel. :tu:

You took a medium like pictures and used it very well.

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/thththcrakheadharry-1.gif
^Why couldn't this have been in the movie?

Thank you, both of you. Hey Aptpupil, have you worked on yours any?

Yeah, let's see what you've got!

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^Ooolala.

^:rotfl: A little bit of the french coming in, :lol:

Well, what can I say? Dan shirtless....yum.

Do you make them your own.

Apt, are you still using my prompt?

Make who?

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^Don't we all?

Um, I don't want to sound like I'm making excuses, but I'm not up to it tonight. But I'll do it on Thursday for sure. You can even set the topic then so you know I'm not writing it beforehand. I just drove all the way from CO Springs to Denver, so...

Oh, that's not an excuse, so no worries. AptPupil is off the hook, ginnypotter19.

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^This was one of my favorite parts of GoF.

Alright. Thursday definant then.

Artemis, I was talking about the pics.

I just realized somthing! Only I don't know if I can say it, because it has to do with my username being related to HPDH. My name is Ginny Potter, which Ginny did marry Harry, and it was nineteen years later! Wow! When I have those freaky dreams, I never knew I'd be that good! :lol:.

Oh, that's not an excuse, so no worries. AptPupil is off the hook, ginnypotter19.

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/Twins.gif
^This was one of my favorite parts of GoF.

Thank you for your mercy. :lol:

Ohh, sorry, ginnypotter19. Do I make them myself, you asked?

And you can call it mercy, AptPupil, but it can also double for honesty.

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^Heck yes I am!

Oh,did you see my spoiler up there?

Yes, I asked that.

Yes, I saw it.

And no, I didn't make the pics. Go Photobucket!

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^*Melting*

I'm curious to know if you guys have any kind of writing rituals. For some time, I had to write in 10-point font or I'd feel jinxed.

Well, I absolutly love that one!:lol: I made some, they don't move or say anything really, but I cant get it on photobucket for the life of me.

I do, and still do. I have to write in a notebook first, and it has to be in order, no missing pages, some in book, some on computer. I have to write in normal font, but for fancy things like letters or chaper titles I must hav Dauphin. I have to have page numbers and pictures for each Chapter, like in HP. It gives me something to look up to. It makes it feel real, so I work harder on it.

I'm curious to know if you guys have any kind of writing rituals. For some time, I had to write in 10-point font or I'd feel jinxed.

If I'm handwriting something, it has to be in pen.

Well, I absolutly love that one!:lol: I made some, they don't move or say anything really, but I cant get it on photobucket for the life of me.

The Dan Radcliffe one? I like the picture in that one where he's sticking his tongue out. :love:

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^ I LOVE this one.

Well, I absolutly love that one!:lol: I made some, they don't move or say anything really, but I cant get it on photobucket for the life of me.

I do, and still do. I have to write in a notebook first, and it has to be in order, no missing pages, some in book, some on computer. I have to write in normal font, but for fancy things like letters or chaper titles I must hav Dauphin. I have to have page numbers and pictures for each Chapter, like in HP. It gives me something to look up to. It makes it feel real, so I work harder on it.

I can definitely understand that. Whenever I think of getting an agent, it makes me work harder and makes me pay attention to the little details.

Little details...too many of them...

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^Who doesn't know this song?

Yeah, I do. Anyway, it puts a positive flow through.

Definitely does.

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^Funny how true this is.

I'm curious to know if you guys have any kind of writing rituals. For some time, I had to write in 10-point font or I'd feel jinxed.

I almost always do a first draft in longhand.

You too!

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^I want this nametag.

I almost always do a first draft in longhand.

I try to atleast do some of it in longhand. Somehow it feels more organic.

Organic?

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^Is it?

Organic?

http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/Artemis_Black/HarryPotter.png
^Is it?

Organic as in natural.

I've done it a long time but I saw an interview with Clive James who says he does his first drafts in longhand because it's important to know what you've crossed out as it sometimes is better than what replaces it.

Really? *making a note of that*

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You can dance, you can dance, having the time of your life,
See that girl, watch that scene....

I've done it a long time but I saw an interview with Clive James who says he does his first drafts in longhand because it's important to know what you've crossed out as it sometimes is better than what replaces it.

Most of the time the first instinct is correct.

I don't mean to stroll off topic, but I can't find the picture of Dan as Harry when he is being tortured by Voldemort and he says the quoat in my signature! Could someone help!

Organic, hmmm. A little. I always have my drafts with me.

I don't like writing in pencil. It always smears.

I edit my stories at least 5 times.
1st: red pen
2nd: green
3rd: orange
4th: purple
5th: gold-ish color

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I have to do it in Pencil, but then I edit in Red pen for gramattic, Green for spelling, and purple for anything that someone is saying.

I don't like writing in pencil. It always smears.

I edit my stories at least 5 times.
1st: red pen
2nd: green
3rd: orange
4th: purple
5th: gold-ish color

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Your stories could double-function as pieces of abstract art.

:lol: My idea book, the first one, I had it in pen and it was stolen, then, I was writng on paper, soda spilled on it, and then it was ruine. Luckly I had it on my computer.

:lol: My idea book, the first one, I had it in pen and it was stolen, then, I was writng on paper, soda spilled on it, and then it was ruine. Luckly I had it on my computer.

I'm so paranoid about that kind of thing that I make about a dozen hard copies and continually burn to CD when I'm in the process of writing, so I have all these unfinished versions on a compact disc.

I have written many short stories, of which I would like to have published as a novella, and I am currently writing a novel. I can only hope that they are good enough to be published, and not dribble...I have always wanted to be a writer for a living...hopefully I can make something of it.

You stories could double-function as pieces of abstract art.

:eeep:*runs away and hides, embarrassed*

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^Try making a 500 dash outta this!

I have written many short stories, of which I would like to have published as a novella, and I am currently writing a novel. I can only hope that they are good enough to be published, and not dribble...I have always wanted to be a writer for a living...hopefully I can make something of it.

Good luck. I think anybody who works hard at such a lonely and sometimes unlucrative craft as writing deserves some sort of pay-off. :tu:

Mine looks the same way. I have plenty of discs, but I hate rewriting it!

:eeep:*runs away and hides, embarrassed*

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^Try making a 500 dash outta this!

It's nothing to be embarrased about. I like an interestingly-grafitied manuscript. :lol:

You should see my manuscripts for I, the Queen and my HP fan fic, Guilty Pleasure (that title's tentative, people). I'm not even done editing the HP one.

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HP fics are great fun!

Yep, especially when they exceed 500 pages...*groan*

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Maybe I'll do a mini fan-fic for my 500 word dash. I've ever tried it before. I might as well.

Have fun. Would you like me to post a bit of mine?

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^SO JEALOUS!!

Have fun. Would you like me to post a bit of mine?

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^SO JEALOUS!!

Sure. I'd love to read it.

By the way, I think I would want to do something in Harry's middle age. But you guys still set the topic within that framework. I don't want to have the opportunity to cheat. :no:

Dont worry you won't. I have a new story out, Enchanted Fate. That is a good read, so far. It's only part one of a chapter, :lol:. My keyboard doens't work too well and everynow and then a key doens't work and sticks. It's new. Darn keyboard.

I think inspiraton has hit. If you guys can wait about ten or fifteen minutes, I'll post my 500 word dash.

Yay! What inspired you?

Yay! What inspired you?

No idea, but don't go to bed until I've posted. I'm really diggin my idea!

Okay, here's a sampler. If you like it, I'll give you more.

My OC character (not a Mary Sue!):grumble:
Name: Jackie Naughton, aka Naughty
Age: Same as Harry's
House: Gryffindor
Blood: Half-blood
BFF: Hermione
Enemy who must DIE: Draco
Guy who she likes: Oliver Wood (I got yelled at for the possibility of sticking her with Harry, although I desperately wanted to.)

Takes place: 6th year
******
After the start-of-term banquet, Harry, Hermione, and Ron headed out of the Great Hall to the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly, Harry heard a voice call out, "Hey, Hermione! Have a good holiday?"

The speaker was a fairly tall Gryffindor sixth year, a girl with hair the color of dark chocolate. Two things caught the eye: the red and gold streaks in her hair, and her vivid purple eyes, which were now dancing with delight.

"It was all right. How about your's, Naughty?" Hermione laughed.

"Same-same. Usual family fright-reunions," 'Naughty said with a shrug. "They cleared out the moment they started commenting on my mum's blood. My dad threw them out, actually." She grinned, as if relishing the memory. "He's very touchy about that, and they've never forgiven him for marrying a Muggleborn."

"Your dad didn't really throw them out?" Hermione giggled, incredulous.

Jackie Naughton grinned evilly. "You bet he did. I guess you could say I helped him out."

"You never," Harry said with a snort.

"You want to bet, Harry?" Jackie laughed, giving him a light shove. Her eyes fell on the Captain's badge. "Hey, would ya look at that, you're Captain. When d'you suppose you're holding tryouts?"

"I dunno--wait, you play Quidditch?" Harry said, startled.

"Is it really such a surprise, Harry? I'm signing up to play Chaser. Hopefully, I'll make it!" She shoved a hand through her long hair, laughing nervously.

****

Well?? What d'you think?

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Sounds good. My story is in my sig. Though I'm extremely proud of A Generation We Can't Forget, my spelling, grammer, and words were absolutely atrocious sp? in it! Though Reckless Thought, the sequeal, is very good. . .

It's 4 a.m Apt. . .

Okay, here's a sampler. If you like it, I'll give you more.

My OC character (not a Mary Sue!):grumble:
Name: Jackie Naughton, aka Naughty
Age: Same as Harry's
House: Gryffindor
Blood: Half-blood
BFF: Hermione
Enemy who must DIE: Draco
Guy who she likes: Oliver Wood (I got yelled at for the possibility of sticking her with Harry, although I desperately wanted to.)

Takes place: 6th year
******
After the start-of-term banquet, Harry, Hermione, and Ron headed out of the Great Hall to the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly, Harry heard a voice call out, "Hey, Hermione! Have a good holiday?"

The speaker was a fairly tall Gryffindor sixth year, a girl with hair the color of dark chocolate. Two things caught the eye: the red and gold streaks in her hair, and her vivid purple eyes, which were now dancing with delight.

"It was all right. How about your's, Naughty?" Hermione laughed.

"Same-same. Usual family fright-reunions," 'Naughty said with a shrug. "They cleared out the moment they started commenting on my mum's blood. My dad threw them out, actually." She grinned, as if relishing the memory. "He's very touchy about that, and they've never forgiven him for marrying a Muggleborn."

"Your dad didn't really throw them out?" Hermione giggled, incredulous.

Jackie Naughton grinned evilly. "You bet he did. I guess you could say I helped him out."

"You never," Harry said with a snort.

"You want to bet, Harry?" Jackie laughed, giving him a light shove. Her eyes fell on the Captain's badge. "Hey, would ya look at that, you're Captain. When d'you suppose you're holding tryouts?"

"I dunno--wait, you play Quidditch?" Harry said, startled.

"Is it really such a surprise, Harry? I'm signing up to play Chaser. Hopefully, I'll make it!" She shoved a hand through her long hair, laughing nervously.

****

Well?? What d'you think?

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That's not too far removed from the actual thing. You really managed to make it off the cuff, while still retaining the tone. I think JKR would like it. :tu:

Just sit tight. I'm almost finished with mine.

It's 2 where I live...

Apt, I'm flattered. Now would you please, hurry up!

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^Hehe.

It's 2 where I live...

Apt, I'm flattered. Now would you please, hurry up!

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^Hehe.

Okay. Just five more minutes. It's three in the Springs. If I can stay awake, you can too.

Chapter One: The Asylum

"Mummy, Mummy! Can we go see Grandpa now?" a little girl asked, raising her hands to be picked up. The girl's mother smiled and picked her five year old daughter up.

Andralina had curly long red hair and green eyes. She still had some of her baby fat which just made her eyes and smile even more adorable.

"Why of course, Andralina, but only if you can tell me where your brother and sister are." The girl's mother bargained, tickling Andralina's stomach.

Andralina giggled and then gave up on pretending she didn't know where her siblings were hiding. She couldn’t keep secrets from her mum for very long.

"Aaron is hiding in the closet up stairs and Lacy is in the laundry hamper!" she finally admitted while trying to get her mummy's tickling fingers off of her.

When she was released, Andralina ran upstairs to get her older brother and sister.

Their family was only able to see Grandpa Harry once a week, and Andralina never missed a chance to hear his great stories. The children's mummy had always said that none of them were true, but it was also true that Grandpa Harry wasn't lying either. It was just that his mind sometimes left him.

Andralina found Lacy quickly; the twelve year old was a bit to big for the hamper. Defeated, Lacy decided to help and find Aaron.

Andralina and Lacy snuck very quietly to the closet. Lacy laughed and jumped in the corner Aaron was in, causing their brother to jump. Andralina giggled as her fourteen year old brother picked her up and gave her raspberries.

It was now summer time, and Lacy and Aaron didn't have to go to school at Hogwarts just yet. That made Adralina the happiest little girl in the world. She loved playing with her brother and sister, and hated it when they just left her all year, alone.

Aaron had looked just as Grandpa Harry did when he was a boy. Aaron had black messy hair, glasses, and he had green eyes. He was strong and fit, always able to play with the girls.

Lacy had wavy blonde hair like their daddy, but she still had the green eyes that would always be passed down from generation to generation. Even their mum had these eyes.

Mum was grandpa's daughter, along with their mum's brothers, uncle James, Sirius, and Remus.

Andralina's mum had the spitting image of her Andralina's great grandmother. Red hair, green eyes with an almond shape surrounding them. Andralina's mum was beautiful.

"You three better hurry up! Visiting hours are about to start!" The children's daddy called up.

The three children looked excited.

"Andralina, you didn't tell us we were going to see grandpa Harry today!" Aaron remarked.

“Oops, sorry, I forgot.” she answered, and then grabbed her autumn jacket. The other two followed and met their parents down stairs.

"Nathon, have you seen the keys?" The kids heard their mum ask from the other room.

Their father winked, showed them the keys, then said, "No Ryanna, I haven't." Then he jingled the keys.

The kids' mum came in, smiling seconds afterwards. After she made sure all the children were clean and buttoned, they were ready to go.

But she couldn't let them go before they were reminded of their manners.

"Now, you three will what while we're visiting with Grandpa Harry?" Their mum asked.

"Mind our manners, don't make too much noise while around Grandpa, and don't bother Grandpa too much if he's tired," the three children answered in unison.

"Good, and why?" asked their father.

"Because Grandpa does not always remember things properly and needs his rest," Andralina answered impatiently, tired of waiting. She was ready to go, and she knew she had to be the most excited to go; she was the only one that had gotten dressed the fastest and was answering the questions a little to quickly.

Andralina's father smiled then picked her up and gave her kisses on both cheeks. "That's right my little darling, and now, we must be off to see Grandpa!" he said, putting her down. . . . . . . .

I'll put that much up of my most, best gramatic and spelling, only beta-ed story. I'm very proud of it. This one is In Dreams, also in my sig.

Chapter One: The Asylum

"Mummy, Mummy! Can we go see Grandpa now?" a little girl asked, raising her hands to be picked up. The girl's mother smiled and picked her five year old daughter up.

Andralina had curly long red hair and green eyes. She still had some of her baby fat which just made her eyes and smile even more adorable.

"Why of course, Andralina, but only if you can tell me where your brother and sister are." The girl's mother bargained, tickling Andralina's stomach.

Andralina giggled and then gave up on pretending she didn't know where her siblings were hiding. She couldn’t keep secrets from her mum for very long.

"Aaron is hiding in the closet up stairs and Lacy is in the laundry hamper!" she finally admitted while trying to get her mummy's tickling fingers off of her.

When she was released, Andralina ran upstairs to get her older brother and sister.

Their family was only able to see Grandpa Harry once a week, and Andralina never missed a chance to hear his great stories. The children's mummy had always said that none of them were true, but it was also true that Grandpa Harry wasn't lying either. It was just that his mind sometimes left him.

Andralina found Lacy quickly; the twelve year old was a bit to big for the hamper. Defeated, Lacy decided to help and find Aaron.

Andralina and Lacy snuck very quietly to the closet. Lacy laughed and jumped in the corner Aaron was in, causing their brother to jump. Andralina giggled as her fourteen year old brother picked her up and gave her raspberries.

It was now summer time, and Lacy and Aaron didn't have to go to school at Hogwarts just yet. That made Adralina the happiest little girl in the world. She loved playing with her brother and sister, and hated it when they just left her all year, alone.

Aaron had looked just as Grandpa Harry did when he was a boy. Aaron had black messy hair, glasses, and he had green eyes. He was strong and fit, always able to play with the girls.

Lacy had wavy blonde hair like their daddy, but she still had the green eyes that would always be passed down from generation to generation. Even their mum had these eyes.

Mum was grandpa's daughter, along with their mum's brothers, uncle James, Sirius, and Remus.

Andralina's mum had the spitting image of her Andralina's great grandmother. Red hair, green eyes with an almond shape surrounding them. Andralina's mum was beautiful.

"You three better hurry up! Visiting hours are about to start!" The children's daddy called up.

The three children looked excited.

"Andralina, you didn't tell us we were going to see grandpa Harry today!" Aaron remarked.

“Oops, sorry, I forgot.” she answered, and then grabbed her autumn jacket. The other two followed and met their parents down stairs.

"Nathon, have you seen the keys?" The kids heard their mum ask from the other room.

Their father winked, showed them the keys, then said, "No Ryanna, I haven't." Then he jingled the keys.

The kids' mum came in, smiling seconds afterwards. After she made sure all the children were clean and buttoned, they were ready to go.

But she couldn't let them go before they were reminded of their manners.

"Now, you three will what while we're visiting with Grandpa Harry?" Their mum asked.

"Mind our manners, don't make too much noise while around Grandpa, and don't bother Grandpa too much if he's tired," the three children answered in unison.

"Good, and why?" asked their father.

"Because Grandpa does not always remember things properly and needs his rest," Andralina answered impatiently, tired of waiting. She was ready to go, and she knew she had to be the most excited to go; she was the only one that had gotten dressed the fastest and was answering the questions a little to quickly.

Andralina's father smiled then picked her up and gave her kisses on both cheeks. "That's right my little darling, and now, we must be off to see Grandpa!" he said, putting her down. . . . . . . .

I'll put that much up of my most, best gramatic and spelling, only beta-ed story. I'm very proud of it. This one is In Dreams, also in my sig.

Nice job. I like it.

And Apt, I can stay up as long as you like. :p

From my fanfic:

"Did you just do a Reverse Pass?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. What of it?" Jackie said with a slight frown.

"That's...that's..." Harry stuttered.

"Really hard to do?'' Hermione supplied helpfully.

"Yeah," Harry said, ruffling his hair.

Jackie blushed. "Thanks, Harry," she said softly.

Ron coughed. "Er...Jackie, is it true you can do a Porskoff Ploy?"

Jackie beamed. "Yep. Took all summer to perfect it, but I practiced with Oliver, and none of the Keepers we'll be playing can match him."

Ginny nudged Ron. "Told you so," she chuckled.

Harry gaped. "A Porskoff Ploy? And you know Oliver?"

Jackie blushed and even deeper red. "Yep, I can," she said airily, deliberately avoiding the second question.

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another cute second part. Apt, I can't wait to read what you have! :D

Okay. Here goes:

All was well, yet sometimes late at night, when he had only his own thoughts as company, Harry wished Voldemort would visit him, whether by express train via his dreams or even re-incarnated into a spider that might bite him on the ancle while he hung up overly bright Christmas ornaments. Ornaments that would typify yet another Christmas at the Potters: heavy or syrup, light on firewhisky.

As Harry thought about these things-non-concerns that should have little weight next to Albus's desire to have his name changed or James's bullying problem-he looked at Ginny. It seemed just yesterday that her hair had burned like fire. She was still beautiful, but the years had dulled her out like a cigarette ember that has lost definition in a light drizzle. He yearned for freshness.

And right this moment, while the moonlight revealed the curse of Middle Age stamped on Ginny's face and body (the curse had Avada Kadavraed their sex life with lines and wrinkles and cellulite), Harry yearned for Romilda Vane. At Howarts (Harry only knew the place in accordance with PTA meetings. He honestly wished it would have stayed in disrepair), Romilda had seemed like a girl dressing up in mommy's high heels, but now she seemed like the only girl who understood what ingredient gave firewhisky it's explosive power.

I don't know if this is five hundred words or not, but this is as long as the inspiration stayed. :lol:

Very good. A little more older than what I'm supposed to be reading (that is if he went farther with his facinations and so on) :lol: But I really liked it. Written well, and big words! :lol: Good job.

Very good. A little more older than what I'm supposed to be reading (that is if he went farther with his facinations and so on) :lol: But I really liked it. Written well, and big words! :lol: Good job.

Thanks alot. I kind of wanted to give it an edge. By the way, I love the family in your fan-fic.

Interesting....

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Interesting....

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Thanks. And by the way, you're really good at pre-Quidditch scenes. Really believable.

Thanks apt.

You know what's even sadder? I know Harry Potter more than anything else in my life. If a movie came out o September 4, I'd forget both my best friend 's and mom's birthday! :lol:

Thanks apt.

You know what's even sadder? I know Harry Potter more than anything else in my life. If a movie came out o September 4, I'd forget both my best friend 's and mom's birthday! :lol:

:lol:

Thanks. And by the way, you're really good at pre-Quidditch scenes. Really believable.

:hmm:Who?

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^Is this true?

:hmm:Who?

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^Is this true?

I'm talking about your fan-fic. I like the way they're casually talking about Quidditch. It's a really good downtime scene.

Yes it's true. And he is talking about you.

Thankyouthankyou!

All these nice things you guys are saying are going straight to my head...

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^Makes you wonder how hard Dan was trying. Really.

Ur welcome. I think you two are very good at fan-fic. I'm not too suited for it. I tend to throw things in a blender and push the power button. :lol:

Actually, that was only his third time getting to practice it. He was so busy off doing other scenes he had no time to practice like the others who had a week. THey said it was totally Harry since he didn't really know how to dance either. See what I mean!? :lol:

Ur welcome. I think you two are very good at fan-fic. I'm not too suited for it. I tend to throw things in a blender and push the power button. :lol:

Thank you. You're good at writing as well. It would be nice to see you do fanfiction, but more on the on cannon side, :lol: I find that if I don't want to change things, I use on cannon.

Actually, that was only his third time getting to practice it. He was so busy off doing other scenes he had no time to practice like the others who had a week. THey said it was totally Harry since he didn't really know how to dance either. See what I mean!? :lol:



Thank you. You're good at writing as well. It would be nice to see you do fanfiction, but more on the on cannon side, :lol: I find that if I don't want to change things, I use on cannon.

That's the problem. I love throwing things into the blender. I hope I don't cut off my finger. :lol: