#Writing babble

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Writing a first draft is frustrating because I know most of it's going to be completely changed by the time it's done. It makes the first draft feel pointless even though it's not pointless. You gotta have a first draft in order to get a final draft.

In a book i'm writing there's a bunch of things I want to do but can't until the second draft because if I did them now then I would have to start over.

[bluemoonperegrine]

I've decided...

...that Gael has a Santa beard because they're shooting Midnight Sons.

At the start of the series--which will have 20 episodes in the first season because this is my happy fantasy land where I make the rules--Jack has been in hiding for months following the conclusion of the Werewolf by Night special. As other monster hunters learned about the slaughter at Bloodstone Manor, some of them organized. They want three heads on a wall somewhere: Elsa's, Jack's, and Ted's.

Ted's been holding his own in the Everglades. He's had to use the Nexus of All Things to flee a few times, but he's returned with help and taken out the bad guys each time. This is how some of the other Midnight Sons get involved. They've been helping Ted.

In a nod to the original comics, Moon Knight is hired or persuaded by the revenge-seeking hunters to take out the werewolf that they've determined is laying low in a hunting shack in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Jack's had to run a few times from other safe houses due to the hunters. The hunters' numbers are dwindling, so they hire MK to take out the accursed werewolf once and for all.

Okay, this is fun to brainstorm. I'm going to post this and continue with another post. If anyone wants to jump in, feel free. I'll keep spitballing my ideas because it makes me happy.

[ceescedasticity]

Start Again continues to be extremely uncooperative, possibly partially due to canon marching on with regard to Akechi, but I had my document open and saw this Akira-dream-from-Akira's-perspective which I really love:

Leblanc's counter had been replaced with an oversized whack-a-mole table, where Sojiro tried to smack down dolls in dark suits. If he didn't get them quickly enough, their arms would spring up, holding tiny guns which fired tiny bullets. Most of them aimed at a photo on the wall of Futaba and her mother, but they didn't hesitate to shoot Sojiro or Akira, either. It really stung. "This is better than the last time I was getting shot in one of these," Akira said, beating down agent-dolls with a napkin dispenser, "but I am not enjoying it."

[abirdie]

Having not written any of my actual WIP for the last week or so, I just wrote 1200 words of the fic that will come three or four after that, because I needed to be sure that I could write one particular scene before I started placing all the other breadcrumb scenes that will eventually lead up to it into all the intervening fics.

This may also mean that I've found myself accidentally writing a new series (although if so I'm going to try to stick to a you-don't-have-to-have-read-anything-else model for as long as possible and potentially just deny that it's a series at all).

[ffeelann]

being the whole fandom, marketing director, producer, writer, editor and artist for my ocs is so much fun and so much pain at the same time

[menaceadored]

writing fanfiction is so weird bc to me, this story is real

like, that’s canon

and so i see bits of poems or song lyrics or quotes and i’m like oh my god that’s so nancy wheeler and robin buckley and it’s like- no it literally isn’t. that’s so nancy wheeler and robin buckley that i’ve written and i’m currently writing.

but to me it’s real

like, i just saw a quote that was like “you’re my favorite friend, i’m sorry i want you like a lover”

and i was like ahghh that could go either way that’s so ronance

but like- its literally not. but oh my god is it ronance in Girls Just Want To Have Fun and on into this new fic i’m writing

so weird

[samanthaswritingcorner]

Welcome!

Hey there! Welcome to my writing blog! I'm Samantha. I've been passionate about writing ever since I was just a little girl. I only recently re-rediscovered Tumblr after logging in to my old account. This is where I'll keep my blurbs and scribbles, chicken scratch, if you will. I tend to write anything, but I do dabble in a bit of angst (probably not relevant, but I don't care).

My spoken and written language is English and I have a strong grasp on the grammar and punctuation side of things (at least I think I do). I'm gonna use the "Meet the Artist" meme as a "Get to Know Me":

My Name: Samantha

My Age: 21 (September 16th)

My Favorite Color: Red

My Height: 5'4

My Sign: Virgo

Do I Have a Lover?: No >< (Not yet)

What's My Nationality?: American; Midwest Minnesotan

Here Are Some Things That Inspire Me: Fandom Blogs (especially with those 'x Reader' posts), anything with angst, animated movies and TV shows, Skillet and other bands, and generally anything else.

My Shoe Size: Size 10, US (You'll have to convert it if you live in a different region.

Things I Wanted to Add BC I Feel Comfortable Adding Them:

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Pronouns and Gender: She/Her, Cisgender Female

Thank you for stopping by! I hope you enjoy whatever pops into my head and out for the world to enjoy! Take care!

[reborrowing]

really feeling the zombie au as horror, setting up a Bad Place To Be on the north side of the lake like

Several months after society has fallen to the undead, a small band of survivors seek more permanent shelter in the form of a remote hunting lodge that hopefully has gone untouched by the zombie hordes. The place is quiet, hauntingly so, but apparently safe. That is, until an unexpected death leads to the survivors facing off against undead recently powered by a force much more actively malicious than simple hunger.

half the named cast dies, taking the lodge is unsuccesful

[neonaughtager]

should i go back to posting my cringe creepypasta ocs would you all like that?

im gonna be so annoying about them be ready for it u guys

[colesabi]

I think I may have overwhumped in my next fic. The angst is palpable. The first chapter isn’t so bad but the second… uh oh.

I’m kind of scared but I also kind of love it. Oh well…

on the bright side, I’m getting a lot of whiplash from simultaneously writing a lovey smut piece. Lol.

[bluemoonperegrine]

Let's try this again.

Writing, that is.

So far, so good. 🤞

[ceescedasticity]

Need to revise the description of the exterior of the Crucible of Souls because it turns out what I'm thinking of does not qualify as a polygon or polygram. It seems like the right word is "dendrite", or at least that's the label applied to similarly complex snowflakes.

…Except, of course, does anyone present conceptualize and describe shapes like that? And is that description going to make sense to readers anyway?

(Also need to decide how wide a hole they're going to try to blow in it, and if it will take multiple rounds of dynamite to get all the way through the… roof? crust?)

[abirdie]

The trouble with writing a fic that is mostly conversation with no real plot is working out how to end it.

[basuralindo]

*Writing a major plot/conflict reveal and realizing I'm gonna have to write a timeskip sequel to this story someday because there's no way that's all getting covered while they're in college but I've already hinged everything else on this so I'm committed now ☠️

[menaceadored]

Some people know what they want to do with the rest of their life from the time they’re 6 years old and they follow through with it all the way through college and into their professional careers.

Nancy Wheeler seems like the kind of girl who knew she wanted to be a journalist since she joined the school newspaper in 7th grade. By freshman year of high school, she knew Emerson was the college she wanted to go to. She knew the classes she would take her first semester and by the time she graduated she had her entire college career pre-planned and mapped out, a perfect guide that, if followed to the T, would have her graduating with a bachelor’s in journalism in three years rather than four. She’d even looked into the internships she’d take after graduating and masters programs.

But college often has a way of shifting everything you think you know about yourself and the plans you have made…

[grollow]

I have this habit of making certain lines/repeating bits in my story projects that basically summarize the entire mood of the plot. I didn’t realize it until last night but they all do have one, I’d have to reread Butterfly to find which one that fic has, but --

Eyes of Secrets, Storm and Story: You still dare to hope. 

White & Gray: You are alive and you are real.

Red Sky: ... and who could love a nightmare?

Two Heartbeats: Find a meaning in the madness. 

Everything Burns (original work): We stumble. We fall. We bleed. We get back up. We do it all over again. For eternity.