#MA Creative Writing

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

@spnfanficpond @fanficocean

So for over a month and a half I’ve been told in my Creative writing MA class that my writing is too poetic and abstract to work in the form of a novel and that I need to simplify my meanings and sentences. I did as I was told and lost all interest in writing if I have to write in the same style that every other novelist does. Today I received this note from a classmate and didn’t realise how much I needed to hear it. Don’t change your art just because other people don’t get it. Don’t change your style to fit in with everyone else. It’s your story not theirs.

[doraminatook]

You don't know true happiness until you wake up to several AO3 notifications because someone stayed up late into the night reading your fic and commenting on nearly every chapter.

Is this what it feels like to "make it"?

Also here's the series ---> Shameless

[korewrites]

In every universe,

it's always her.

My undoing,

My worst muse,

My best enemy.

[carb0n-m0n0xid3]

Thinking ahead (pt 2)

Sibling rivalry / Thinking ahead / Catching hope

Though trees surrounded the impatient boy, Thomas still had trouble finding good ones for firewood. It took a few moments, but eventually he found some, a large uprooted dead tree in particular. He planted his feet firm into the soil, raising the axe high in the air. And with a mighty swing, he made his first chop, sinking deep within the trunk. He kept hacking away, finding this activity quite fun at first.

It wasn't long before he had finished, chopping it into smaller chunks. But as he continued, he began to grow exhausted. His arms were tired of the constant swinging, and needed a quick rest, yet he persisted as of now. 

“This.. fucking… piece of… wood..” he muttered between each chop, arms aching, quivering slightly. He was close to finishing this section of the log, maybe he could take a quick break… Dropping the axe beside him, he released a heavy sigh and stretched. Small popping noises were made in his pained back when doing so, having him wince slightly before leaning on a separate, tall and living tree. He figured he had probably gotten more resources than Caroline anyways, so the quick rest was well deserved.

The environment was quite soothing, though a bit too silent for Thomas, used to the hustling and bustling of the city. He did love the quiet, but something about only hearing his exhausted breathing and slow footsteps was unnerving to him.

So his mind began to run loose, distracting Thomas from his paranoia, and instead wondering about later events of the camping trip. They still haven't set up the tents, which they would do after bickering who gathered more supplies in the time being. Maybe once that would be done, they'd set up the bonfire and watch the sun set. He did also remember seeing a small box in Caroline’s bag…maybe that was his present. He'll be sure to remind her of that. 

His thoughts were interrupted by something echoing behind him, something that made his body tense and heart drop- sounds of growling from a distance away, gurgling even. Though in a slight panic of the situation, he got off the tree he leaned on to investigate. 

“Caroline i know it's you..” he mumbled into the greenery, the uncertainty in his voice growing. He approached the noise carefully, his heart racing. Surely it was just his sister trying to scare him, planning to ambush him when he least expected it… she had done it before, so why was this any different? 

[yuwuta]

something i think is absolutely bonkers is when fans of an anime/manga start publicly saying fuck you to the mangaka—who is still a very real person—just because the villainous character, who is not real at all, they wanted to fuck died

[matthew-pasquarello]

Moby Dick, From The Dock

a couple of essays

[kaze-writes]

Had a bad day, cried a little, made some chickpea curry, realised I have no more chocolate and got very upset about it, wrote the first chapter of Icarus... a regular Sunday in Kaze City, I guess.

[zreamy]

I GOT ACCEPTED FOR MY MASTERS PROGRAM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[astrarche-x]

it's still day 1 of the @radiantemperorweek in my timezone, so enjoy this short fic for the "devotion" prompt!

also let this be my humble contribution to the concept of Ma's (technically Zhu's) gay harem :)

[anghraine]

me looking at other graduate programs while my current uni finalizes my current PhD: not that I would actually go back to school except possibly MANY YEARS from this hellscape ... I'm just looking ... maybe already having a PhD with a good graduate GPA would help with an application ... theoretically ... but getting a graduate degree in creative writing after getting a PhD in English while exclusively writing lowbrowish genre fiction would be completely impractical ... damn that's a cool class list, though ... oh hey, they do a lot with something I actually know a lot about, cool - but no you are done with grad school and you were so exhausted with years of being a student just a few months ago -

[fleshadept]

might go to graduate school just for funsies.

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

I was having some DepressedTM thoughts this morning, and while I was trying to do Therapy Things and stop the automatic negative thought cycle, I kind of had an epiphany?

I opened ao3, looked at my most recent update, and of course thought "well, what was the point of that?" I went to close the tab, then stopped and thought, "wait, was IS the point of this update? this fic in general? any of these 100,000 words that I've written?"

The entire point is that I created it. I breathed life into it, and put it out into the world. I can't force anyone else to find meaning in it, that isn't my job in this life. But I created it.

I wrote 7000 words from my own heart, and I let them out into the world with the hope that other people might read them. But even if they don't, the point is that I MADE them. I wrote from the heart, and I practiced emotional vulnerability, and I participated in the most ancient human tradition of storytelling.

I made a fictional little guy in my heart and mind, and I breathed life into him, and I created him with so much love, and I let him out into this big, terrifying, beautiful world. And I hope with all my heart that if other people encounter him, they'll treat with as much care and gentleness as I did, for he carries a piece of my heart in his little hands. And there is nothing more painfully and exquisitely human than that.

[wannabelilybriscoe]

um i just wrote one of my most favourite passages that i've ever written and it's for a wolfstar xmas fic lmao

[hexjulia]

ugh reading a book of poetry based on really liking a single poem and then the rest is just sort of mid navelgazing with extra space is really depressing for some reason

[carb0n-m0n0xid3]

Sibling Rivalry (pt 1)

Sibling rivalry / Thinking ahead

A cool breeze brushed Carolines calm face as she pulled her truck into the clearing, admiring the spot she had chosen for her and her brother to camp. But before she could even park, Thomas had eagerly leapt out, smiling with such enjoyment. He had always loved nature, and being brought camping for his 18th birthday would be quite fun for him.

“Thomas-” said Caroline, yelling after him as he dashed away, him nearly tripping over a suspended tree root. She chuckled and sighed, turning off the car, her eyes shifting to the baggage in the trunk. So jumping out of the vehicle she turned to the back, watching over her shoulder for her brother. She'll let him slack off and have fun while she unpacks.

Thomas, meanwhile, was starting to feel like a child once more, despite having just become an adult the days before. He picked off old bark from the trees and lay on the grassy forest floor, admiring the cool sky, watching the sun peek at him from behind the clouds. This would be such an awesome trip.

Caroline, having moved all their luggage and tent bags to the ground, reached into the truck for a few more items; an shining axe gripped in her left, and a fishing pole hoisted upon her right shoulder. 

“Alright, enough playing,” she said in a teasing manner, stopping just a few feet in front of Thomas. “You gotta work now. ”

“Well see..” he remarked, a sly grin crawling to his face as he sat up. His expression though started to fade, glancing between the two told in her hand. He never liked to work much. 

“You gonna try to fish or get wood?” She asked, watching as he slowly stood. 

“How about… neither” he said, spinning to face the trees behind him as he chuckled. 

“Your so fucking stupid” she scoffed, though a smile crept up her face as she shoved the axe into his hands. “I don't expect you to gather much, but when you get enough, come back here. Then we can set up the tents.”

Thomas’ grin dropped a moment, though resumed his comeback. “Oh please, I'll get all the wood I need before you can catch a single fish~” He began to march a few feet in search of some good trees to cut. 

“Oh, it's on boy..” she muttered, snatching the tacklebox that sat beside the first-aid. Luckily for her though, the creek wasn't too far away. Maybe she could get more fish in time... No. She will get more than him, she has to.

[carnivalls]

"cannibalism is so mainstream now" yeah well that sure didn't help me when i told an offline coursemate that i was thinking about exploring it for my dissertation