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[brooklynislandgirl]

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There is no reducing this to a single, simple statement of x is memorable. Not when my actual first recollection of an opinion was, in itself, complexity.

Beth was a mesmerizing presence on my dash long {like, far too long, let’s be real} before Petting happened because there was just so much to her. Seriously, watching her put me in mind of the ocean; an unfathomable depth with a surface by turns placid, welcoming, terrifying, storm-tossed. The rarity of a character that was so real as to have both the same framework of being and to flow with, have various aspects brought to the surface or pushed below it by other characters and situations alike.

And like a real person, her personal exploration wasn’t simply the adding and removing of attributes, or that there was only growth while the foundation was washed out. Beth grows, but Beth also viciously prunes herself back into appealing shapes. The foundation of who she is remains the same, none of those important formative experiences and struggles are left off. She’s this incredible mixture of things that remain consistent without stagnating or being forced into boxes of banality on demand of an unappreciative environment.

All of that was paired with an equal rarity; the writing itself.

Descriptive and real without losing a fragment of the absolute poetry, beautiful flow, or emotionally evocative experience. That’s very much what your writing is, an experience. Immersive, something you don’t merely want to be swept up in, you simply are. While so much of that is in whichever character you’re breathing life into at that moment, it’s also the world around them. Wherever they are, it’s not as simple as the already difficult to achieve feeling of it being palpable or easily recalled in one’s own memory, it’s very much the sensation of literally being there.

Like the characters themselves, the world they live in is absolutely real, and in ways beautiful and terrible, mundane and fantastical.

It’s extraordinary, and none of it is any single element, but rather, the complex commingling of elements woven together. Maybe, the better comparison there is painting, actually. As one can cognitively know that this is the achievement of combined knowledge, practice, and innate talent, but it’s all at such a point of perfection that the brushstrokes would only be visible with upon extreme magnification.

That is what stood out then, it is what stands out now, and though difficult to distill into something I can pour into a glass and pass over, it’s what both was and remains memorable about you as a writer.

The Lost Memes || - You are one wordy cryptid, Shady, and I cannot even know where to begin to process all of this because it’s breathtaking. I feel so very honoured to have garnered both your attention and your partnership over the years, and I still think I love the Petting because I remember going straight to Crow when I saw it in my ask and was like “UHM. ‘Scuse me?! What do?!” I didn’t know if you were just joking, or if you were serious. I couldn’t really think of a way to make it work with Beth because...Beth. You know her. Clearly, you love her. And thus Keni was born, and has given me SO MUCH life. I appreciate the fact that you can see her as I wanted her to be. I don’t know else to write my creations but she’s one of my particular favourites. I’ve connected with and written her as sharing a lot of experiences I have had in real life but she was and is never a self-insert, and in a lot of ways she also encompasses parts of people I know and love very well in real life. And taking that with the commentary on my actual writing itself, from you this is perhaps one of those highest of compliments, gifted with a glimpse of the Grail because I hold you in high esteem, and could almost repeat back every word that you’ve given me in regards to your own writing. I will never cease to be envious in how well you dive deep into Anakin’s incredibly rich, often tragic, inner life. How you turn a phrase, the evocative vocabulary you use, and in particular with Nolakin, the way I feel I’ve gotten to know New Orleans despite never having been there. I so very often find myself sad when I reach the end of your post because I don’t want them to end. I want to devour your novels that would rival the Russians or Professor Tolkien, I love the excerpts, the stuff you leave on the editing floor, the cleverly hidden in-jokes. You are wonderful and only make me up my game. <3 So, from the depth and breadth of my heart, I can only say thank you.

[brooklynislandgirl]

Nope!

Nope Patrol || Not Accepting

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Oh fuck it, dude. I can’t be assed. I cannot literally be bothered to add to the fucking train-wreck that is the above text. And this is entirely on me. Like I already have to wear glasses dude. I am not getting any younger. And I have had ADHD all my life so sometimes my concentration is not nearly what it ought to be and it takes me so much effort to focus on a post when the television volume is so loud it vibrates the floor and I cannot be heard by Crow on discord, but she knows exactly what’s going on in the background, that people are talking to me, more than one at a time, the cats are being...well, cats. So the last thing I really need is to have to try and use the actual Rosetta Stone found in Egypt to decipher an RP reply. That isn’t saying I mind light formatting. Off-setting text a little, making dialogue bold where the rest of the text is not, small font, these things are all fine. I use small font myself. But you will never see me doing anything even remotely close to that first few lines of text. If you do? Realise someone has hacked my account and that I am dead because after beating them to within an inch of their life, I will see this atrocity and the only option was for me to then have an aneurysm burst behind my twitching left eye.

But you know, that’s just me. Like insisting on proper grammatical punctuation. And spelling. And knowledge/use of the Oxford Dictionary, and the Oxford Comma. Any “spelling errors” in my dialogue are intentional to reflect that people DO in fact have regional accents, dialects and slang. Now sometimes I won’t catch a properly spelt word in editing and I might occasionally forget a word in my typing but largely, I am the product of a Catholic School education that afforded me very good English language, literature, and creative writing classes. And I believe that the craft of writing is both a technical skill as well as a creative exercise. You can make up for natural talent with skill. You can make up for lacking skill with brilliant creativity.

What you cannot do, though, is to put make-up, a wig, and heels on a pig and claim it’s Ginger Rogers. “Fancy Formatting” and “enhanced html” are not the same as putting thought into what you are writing, creating a cohesive and clear story, and expressing yourself and your muse. It has no bearing in sharing your passions with another writer, and producing if for no one but yourselves, a good story.

This is not directed at people who have one or more primary languages that are not English. This is not directed at brand new people who are just now starting to learn the craft. This is also not me saying that I know everything and the best way to do it all. But for me? If you’re more “style” than “substance”? Well. I am not the audience or the partner you are looking for.