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Believe it or not, this thread is already making me feel a bit better, just knowing I'm not alone (and I'm not at the bottom of a bottle.. yet).
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Go read his On The Road: The Original Scroll. Man is it really something.
Also yea, I write, what of it?
I want to... so badly!
One of my aspirations in life is to get drugged out of my mind (which requires getting over the fear of getting even slightly tipsy on alcohol) and go on a wild 48 hour bender of writing on a single sheet of paper.
My Freshman lecturer (and head of the department) was a Kerouac scholar.
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I mean, it is right there in the name.
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Satans..... hints..... I'm a mo bro!
"Humor can be dissected, as a frog can, but it dies in the process."
Imagine all of my posts being spoken by Alec Baldwin
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Right now I'm trying to decide whether I want to write a feature film over the Summer.
I'm a writer/editor for a Japanese game localization company, which means that the vast majority of "writing" I do is taking really (really, really) rough translations from Japanese and doing my very best to make them not sound terrible to English speakers. So it's mostly editing, but with a level of creative freedom and flexibility that lets me do a lot of characterization and world-shaping, even when the overall plot points and core game landmarks are already in place and unchangeable.
I also pitched a game concept to the company prez last winter, and if I can get two seconds in my work schedule to breathe, I'll be writing a totally original story for a totally original game that I will also be designing and putting together a team for! Which would be super awesome!
I'm trying to figure out the best way to plot the game out (kind of a non-linear-y detective-y explore-the-world-and-talk-to-people thingy) and have it feel open and natural while still making sense. I was at GDC and got to listen to the creator of Myst talk about how they plotted their games out, and they actually started by basically making it a D&D type campaign. They just wrote up descriptions of the worlds and interactions they'd come up with so far, and had a group of playtesters work their way through the world, seeing what was interesting and what worked and what the players responded to. That sounded super cool and I think I'm gonna give that a try, but I've never actually done any kind of D&D stuff, let alone DM action, so I'm...not really sure how to approach that.
Anyway, I write dumb stuff all day and twice a month I get a check for it and it's pretty awesome.
A couple of weeks back I started again. Due to work stress I haven't even finished a page yet, but here's what I got so far
Yet it feels like time has slowed down, like he is running through a thick viscous ooze instead of the rain filled air. In a way, he does not want to arrive at his destination, but he has to, even though he fears the worst has happened.
Running.
Terrentius had joined the Scandian army during the last war, though he never saw any action as the war ended while he was in basic training. After he had fulfilled his service contract he became a officer of the law in a small town in north-western Scandia.
Still running.
During his childhood Terrentius had read about the gods, the many religions that once ruled the world and still ruled some small parts of it. While he knew that they weren't real he couldn't help but feel there was something romantic about them, and he became something of an amateur archaeologist. He managed to collect some interesting tid-bits while away on military service.
He was starting to get close now.
He had been studying at the local library during his break, when he saw the fire coming from the sky. A giant ball of fire, heading straight in the direction of his home. His wife. His child.
A faint memory of masses of people running in the opposite direction emerged.
He kept running.
His radio was chirping, the other law officers reporting in something-or-other. He ignored it. He kept running.
He got to the small square where his apartment was. Instead of the building he was expecting there stood a giant with an enormous hammer, surrounded by rubble and bodies. The giant was busy with demolishing the remainder of the house, nearing Terrentius' apartment.
My main problem is language. Swedish is my native tongue, but I can't write for shit in Swedish for whatever reason. Finnish is just way too weird for me to write anything in, so English it is. I guess I write in English since I read mostly in English as well?
Anyway, there's a lot to write before that becomes either a book or yet another deleted attempt at a book.
(Also need to change child to daughter at some point, saying child like that makes it seem... Well, weird)
Not the worst, but one funny thing I always remember - it wasn't my project, but we were working on a sort of generic medieval fantasy 3rd person action type game, and our translator (god love him) wanted to try and make it sound really era-appropriate and authentic.
At one point, two enemy groups are performing a magic/religious ritual to try and summon some demons or something. and the original translation went something like this:
"No! They're having an orgy! Well, we'll just have to have a bigger orgy of our own to stop their orgy!" ... "Haha! Our orgy was victorious!"
As it turns out, way back when, "orgy" was used to refer to "esoteric religious rituals" which I didn't know. These days, of course, it generally refer to group sex, which the translator didn't know. It took way more work than it should have to convince him that we should probably pick a different word.
pagans, man
finally, a belief system i can get behind
well the fuck else was there to do on a Tuesday night in the dark ages
Well, you could join a convent or a monastery. Learn to read, get some political power, advance the field of human knowledge with science.
Or you could have regular, devil free meaningless sex.
OR you could tattle on your neighbors who had sex with the devil, kill them, and get ALL THEIR STUFF.
Middle ages weren't all bad, man.
Comfort?
Been working on a comic with @Personface.
Lately I've been kinda uncertain about my writing, though, after having been rejected by two writing studies. 'Course, they're selective bullshit, but it still smarts.
Still gonna keep writing, though.
My goal is to write for TV. It'd be the bee's proverbial knees. Writing for film would also be nice, but if I had to choose one or the other, I'd pick TV by a landslide.
To keep myself sane during projects that turn into slogs, I write sketches like this:
I have a folder with, like, dozens more sketch scripts, but haven't really had the time/money/crew to film anything in ages. That seems to be changing, though! Should theoretically be shooting some stuff with buddies in a couple of weeks.
I (very infrequently) write short stories like this;
Six shots later, there was a stolen traffic cone on my coffee table and I was bleeding from a self-inflicted stapler wound. Nick was supposed to drink a bottle of Worcestershire sauce, but got out of it when he told us he had cancer. It was kind of a mood killer.
Call it bravery or call it denial, but he didn’t let the prognosis bug him. He’d go to bars and tell girls with too much eyeliner, “I was built to self-destruct. The only variable is the timer.” It was cheesy as hell.
He never went home alone.
In August, we went to a concert in the desert. Careful to avoid the phrase, “Last hurrah.” We forgot sunscreen, but Nick said we wouldn’t notice the burning if we were high. He went off to find some weed. Disappeared for an hour. Came back with a dimebag, a phone number, and a white handprint on his neck surrounded by raw pink sunburn.
We swapped joints and stories, laughing too hard to feel our skin roasting. We were invincible.
Satans..... hints..... I'm a mo bro!
Thanks!
A couple of years ago, somebody posted it in the YouTube thread as a thing they liked and didn't even know I made it, which was oddly thrilling.
We wil see how many people how actually count like ut.
Satans..... hints..... I'm a mo bro!
But after writing my XCOM adventures I found I like writing fun, crazy adventures so I've taken to that whole-hog with my DnD campaign here in Critical Failures.
Haven't gotten any major complaints so far from my wonderful players, so I'm taking that in stride.
so i don't vent everything onto forums or social media but still can get stuff written down somewhere
does anyone do anything like that
I also write the odd short article for a gaming site that is not nearly as interesting as MD.
If you ever get to write, say, an animated show, I'd love you if you wrote a part for me in it.
As I love doing voices.
Also I've done a bit of writing in the past, but I kind of got lost in my obsession with musics some years ago.
Nowadays I'm not really dabbling in either, and life has been kind of boring.
I am kind of sad, now.
I was the only one who actually had anything to submit when the agreed-upon deadline was up.
Which is kind of funny, considering what I wrote, pretty much at the last minute.
For what felt an hour, Aaron continued this pattern of tension, hesitation, and then apparent defeat. He'd been at it for what felt like a day, though he knew it was more like a few hours. He'd assured himself that he'd complete his writing assignment by tonight, but that seemed no longer a certainty. He knew of a solution, of course. Men of his talents could find their way out of virtually any predicament. The problem was the cost.
With his deadline closing in, and his writer's block seemingly immovable, Aaron finally made a decision. He rose up from his chair, declaring "I shall summon a faerie of the great hereafter and force them to inspire me!" Aaron knew it was strange to announce these things out loud - especially when, as far as he knew, there was no one around to hear him - but he had long since stopped concerning himself with maintaining appearances of sanity in the privacy of his office.
Satans..... hints..... I'm a mo bro!
Another person from The Writer's Block here!
I write things. Lots of things. Usually fantasy things, also YA Fantasy things. I'm actually on submission to publishers for the first time ever as of recently, so I'm now perpetually shaking with nerves to the point that I might vibrate entirely out of my own body. It's been fun.
If any of you guys want to write and are having trouble getting started or write but need critiques, you should definitely venture over to TWB. Like @Magell said, it's a really great place to get feedback/critique, but it's also a great place to go if you just need help getting started. We've got moral support for those that need that and we also have people who will yell at you to get your butt in the chair and write something if that's what you need.
I keep adding an "even" before "write"
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
I sketch out, with words in a bizarre outline script format, ideas for comics. Some times. And I start a lot of things and never finish a chapter.
ALSO also I am a member of The Writers Block as well.
And I blog. Under two different names now. So. That isn't confusing at all.
Forged by Fate, March 5, 2013! (And it's on Goodreads!)
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