3 Tips on Writing a Novel that aren't Complete BS3 Tips on Writing a Novel that aren't Complete Bullshit3 Tips on Writing a Novel that aren't Complete BS7 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Today, I spent a good many hours scouring the internet for tips on improving my writing. You know, useful and practical suggestions for someone who has actually written a bit and wants hints on some of the finer points of writing—you know, as opposed to just wanting to learn how to get publishers interested in the latest Hunger Games or Twilight knock-off. Well, other than the two masters of storytelling—Stan Lee and Stephen King—I found nothing. I thought to myself, “Blake, even you could offer better writing advice than this!” And so I have. Here are three non-subjective tips for the beginning writer.
Tip 1: Pay attention to “Point of View” (POV)
The first mistake I made in writing my novel, and one that I have seen in every single beginning writer's work that I have edited since, is that I did not really pay attention to POV and narration. When telling a story, it is important to rememb
6 Steps to Compiling a Three-Act Story Outline6 Steps to Compiling Your Novel's Three-Act Outline6 Steps to Compiling a Three-Act Story Outline5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Creating a Plot” – Section 2 “Compiling a Three-Act Outline”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Part 1 of 2 (Link to Part 2)
Now that you have a Plot Premise, I'm sure that you have all kinds of ideas for the things you want to happen in your story—which you probably have written down in your Writing Journal. Well, today we are going to begin to organize those thoughts into groups and begin our Plot Outline by establishing a Three-Act Structure.
Step 1: Open a new word document entitled “Story Outline”
Now that we have so many pieces of your Outline ready to go, it is finally time (if
7 Steps for Ridding Your Story of Melodrama7 Steps for Ridding Your Story of Melodrama7 Steps for Ridding Your Story of Melodrama6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Melodrama, strictly defined, means a “song drama,” of the French tradition. The tradition of this story was characterized by over-the-top emotions, to the point that the character's emotions were unintentionally funny, or ridiculous. Melodrama in modern literature, is a term used for when the emotions of your characters are absurd, petty, beyond control, and seem to overshadow the story; and today I'm going to talk about overcoming the melodrama in your story. Please note that this is something to be considered in the editing process, not in the first draft. There will be melodrama—but don't worry about it until you have a whole story down on paper or digital ink.
Step 1: Identify the melodrama in your story.
If you have written a first draft with a good number of characters with different wants and desires, there WILL be melodrama. And so your first step will go to every scene where there are emotional flares—of love,
OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)OF : Angels Fell First : Covenant (Prologue)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She ran, her heart pumping and the crying babe in her arms growing heavier. The pain in her lower abdomen was like hot fire escaping all over her body. Her legs fought her desire to keep moving and she hugged her son tighter. She couldn’t stop now, not now. Gritting her teeth, she broke into a sprint. Limbs tore at her face and arms, their wicked thorns biting into her skin. Above her, the red moon shone brightly in the night, lighting the path ahead.
“Only a little farther, my son.” She panted into his silver hair.
He clung to her, his tiny fingers curling into the folds of her dress. His cry hurt her ears, but the pain was a pleasant reminder that he was still alive.
They’d meant to kill him, this alien child that had grown in her belly—her child. Regardless of his blood, she loved him. He was hers, her son. Instinctively, she adjusted her arms, wrapping them tighter around him, and kissed his forehead.
Abruptly, the path dipped low into a ravine. Swamp
Three-Act Outline Template6 Steps to Compiling Your Novel's Three-Act OutlineThree-Act Outline Template5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Creating a Plot” – Section 2 “Compiling a Three-Act Outline”
With Links to Supplementary Material
Part 2 of 2
Joseph Blake Parker's Very Original and Super Complex Three-Act Outline Template
(Not really—this is all standard and basic stuff with no original thought other than my self-indulgent title, and the explanations. I honestly only made this because I couldn't find one online to share with you peeps, and didn't want to mess up the structure of my article by adding it there. Obsessive Compulsive Personality moment, I guess. Please keep in mind that there are many theories as to a proper Three-Act Structure; this one is just a hybrid of all the things I thought most comprehensive.)
Instructions: Delete a
7 Considerations for World-building with Purpose7 Considerations for World-building with Purpose7 Considerations for World-building with Purpose6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
“Anybody Can Write a Novel”
Chapter 1 World-building – Section 1 Story Types
With Links to Supplementary Material
When crafting a novel, the first thing you need to know is what type of story you are writing. I'm sure that anybody reading this has a pretty good idea of what they want their story to be about. But for writing with strategic purpose, it is important to answer a few specific questions. Doing so will allow you to establish and purposefully design the foundations for your world, plot, the characters in your story. So grab some notebook paper, or copy this article into a word document, and write down all your answers to the following questions, as will best help you in designing your story.
Question 1: Are you writing a Comedy or a Tragedy?
This question comes first because all other story types fall within thi
6 Steps to Crafting Each Chapter of Your Novel6 Steps to Making Every Chapter of your Novel Most Excellent6 Steps to Crafting Each Chapter of Your Novel7 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The number one reason for people refusing to read a book is boredom. And no matter how much good content can be found if one just “sticks it out,” it will never be found if your readers have to drudge through even a single boring chapter. So, for both writing and post-draft editing, here are 6 steps to making EVERY chapter most excellent.
Step 1: Create a three-act plot structure for each chapter.
Every chapter of a novel should be a short story in and of itself—almost like a comic book or television drama. Now, it is not essential that the three-act plot structure be done perfectly, but every chapter should have the hero encountering a problem, growing from that experience, and a climax where the hero overcomes or is overcome by the problem. Doing this will make sure that every chapter is vital to the story and that something is always happening.
Step 2: Make every chapter opening a hook.
The hook might be
Myth Wars Chapter 1'Myth Wars': Episode 53: "Beast Wars Rekindled: Part 1: Back to Earth":Myth Wars Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"OOOH! We're finally goin' back to Cybertron!" Rattrap throws his arms up in the air in celebration, "I can hear the dames whistling for me already!"
Optimus Primal, clad in his recently acquired 4-mode optimal form, strolls up to the front of the escape pod where Rhinox is intensely concentrated on piloting the shaky ship.
"Well, Rhinox, have you spotted them yet?" he asks. Rhinox turns to him and shakes his head, "Not yet...you know it is possible that they all made planet fall..." Optimus rubs his chin, "Possible; but unlikely."
He stares out into the vast blankness of space, and smiles. "I know somewhere out there our comrades are waiting for us..." He suddenly turns to Rattrap who's conveniently reclined in an onboard chair, "...and then we'll be on our way home."
"Aw, fer bootin' up cold! Ya mean after all that we've been through on that dirt ball back there; we still ain't goin' back to Cybertron?" Ra
History of AtlantisHistory of AtlantisHistory of Atlantis5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the year 350,000 B.C., refugee scientists from Mars landed on Earth as their world was already begin to die. They landed on a small island
that was in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. When they had landed, they began to build a base and a small city so they could recreate their
civilization. By there on Earth, they realized that they need a slave race to help with buildings of cities and the mining of metals and minerals.
A team of the Martian scientists flew to the continent of Africa to find indigineous people to be this slave race of theirs, but the only race of people
at the time were Homo Erectus. The scientists captured a few hundred of these natives and thus began to experiment on them, and with these experiments came
a new race of men, called Homo Atlantea. Over the years, this new race saw their creators as gods, and some of the scientists would interbreed with
the new of race of humanity and were also worshipped as demigods. 310,000 years had passed, a
New Home part 1Please read comments first. :3New Home part 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The dust was settling and everything was quiet. It seemed like the end to a story, but it wasn't. The battle, which had seemed to it's participants to have lasted days had lasted merely a few hours. The entire downtown of Mission City was in some form or another destroyed. From a chunk or two taken out of one side of a structure, to several buildings completely demolished- one from having two giant robots come crashing completely through them- it was in ruins.
Captain Lennox took a deep breath and looked at the four still functional mechs in front of him and the two seemingly random kids that had become embroiled in this as well. He'd seen a lot of war in the years that he'd been in the military; neighborhoods lain to waste, disturbingly empty twisted play grounds with blast craters around them, people who had been torn asunder, but now it was on his own soil. The signs that hug at odd a
MarilithSix arms that hold me,Marilith9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Her face an image goddess,
Her demonic embrace.
Sci-Fi storySci-Fi story4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was sitting silently on the edge of my bed. I stood up and watched out of the window, the wind
and rain was just crazy. Wind bending the trees to their braking point and rain just pouring down. All
of a suddenly all of it went quiet. I could only hear clock ticking. Click-Clack. And then blinding bright
light flashed over the sky. I was blinded by it and i turned away. Trying to get some sight back. I
rubbed my eyes and as i turned my head back up. Wind had broken one of the trees and it was
falling right into my window. My pupils dilated and i turned away. It all seemed to happen in slow
motion. I took to steps and i jumped out of the way. Tree came with such a force that it shattered
the windows of the entire floor. There were screaming and moaning.
When i opened my eyes it was morning, i was covered in shrapnel of the house. Tree had
demolished half of the wall. I stood up and swept myself clean. I noticed that my clock had stopped
working. I just thought it was because of a tree.
Bad News for Black BallBad News for Black Ball5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Melinda is rushing around the house after hearing the news of her husband John's capture by the mysterious Cerveau. She goes into a drawer and pulls out and earpiece, pushes a button, and inserts it into her right ear. She runs upstairs to the spare bedroom and opens the closet.
"Tara, cancel the rally. I'm in a no-win situation. Even if I drop out of the race, John's still in danger and I'm not going to give that smug bastard the satisfaction that he had a hand in the outcome of this election."
She takes off her sweater and grabs the familiar blue garb hanging inside. She quickly disrobes and pulls on the skin-tight oufit.
"I've been in contact with John's superior and I found out the last time he contacted headquarters and where the next stop on his patrol was. He had to have been taken between those two points and I'd imagine he wasn't taken too far when he was abducted. They have officers combing the area
Khantara: chapter 1Khantara: chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Khantara: the One who Moves like Shadow
The Thellisian Empire had become too bold for its own excellence and had launched an irreparable attack upon the far island of Mharvholan. The Haanta stronghold which was normally prepared for any assault Thellis could conceive to convey had not expected such an unprecedented attack after they had delivered such a substantial blow to the empire themselves. When seeing such damage done to their home, the Emperor of Thellis order the Haanta island's immediate destruction in order to quell such dissent from the northern lands and when the nations of giants had suffered their last, they had begun to plan their vicious retaliation. The Hakriyaa ordered that a battalion of one-thousand Amghari, the celebrated warriors of Mharvholan and Sanhedran alike, attack the eastern settlements of the Thellisian Empire instead of attacking the capital in the west as was expected.
The military leader of the islands ordered the regiment of one-thousand raging mounta
Sabrina Swift ProfileSabrina Swift Profile9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Sabrina Swift
Alter-Ego: Dr. Sabrina (Brie) Elizabeth Doherty
Marital Status: Single
Dr. Richard Doherty (brother)
Melinda Doherty Crane (niece)
Current Occupation: Professor of Renewable Energy Engineering, Angel Falls University
Eyes: Green (as Sabrina Swift) / Blue (as Brie Doherty)
Hair: Red (as Sabrina Swift) / Black (as Brie Doherty)
Hometown: Angel Falls
Base of Operations: Angel Falls
Group Affiliation: The Protectors
Superhuman Speed: Sabrina can achieve a top speed faster than the speed of sound (770 mph). She is able to utilize her enhanced speed to travel in other ways, such as running up walls (approximately 500 feet with a 1000-foot approach) , across water (approximately 1000 feet with a 500-foot approach) , and leap long distances (with a running start).
Rapid Strike: Brie can land multiple strikes in the time it takes most peo
District 9 - PoHa - 03bDistrict 9 - PoHa - 03b6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 3 - There's a prawn on my couch - Part 2
* = Prawn talk
Ana felt the call of nature sometime after midnight. Maybe a long time after midnight. It took her a few moments to regain full consciousness of the events that had taken place earlier that night. When she did she looked over at the prawn.
He was still sleeping peacefully, though at some point he had moved and laid down to rest his entire body on the couch. Ana watched him for a few seconds until her bladder gave a painful throb and she had to get up.
On her way to the bathroom she heard a snort and the prawn's breathing stopped. She turned around to see him peek over the couch's arm, looking for her.
"I'll be right back, keep sleeping."
Ana disappeared behind a door and the prawn shifted lazily on the couch and started looking around at the walls and ceiling, taking in all the details that he couldn't enjoy a few hours ago for exhaustion and pain. A short while passed in which he kept himself entertained with e
Random Calvin and Hobbes FFRandom Calvin and Hobbes FF7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After graduation High School sweet hearts Susie and Calvin moved in together into a little apartment near the collage that both Susie and Calvin attended. Susie was studding to be a child psychologist and Calvin was taking writers classes and already had one sci-fi, action, thriller, comedy out and was working on the sequel. Then one day out of the blue Calvin got on one knee and proposed. Susie gasped as Calvin reached into his jacket and pulled out a small black velvet box.
Susan Derkins, Calvin started as Susie covered her mouth. Will you marry me? he asked, and surprisingly Susie fainted.
Good going mister commitment shes out cold. Hobbes commented from Calvins open back pack. Yes even in collage Hobbes was never far from Calvin. He was the young writers inspiration, he slept in a shoe box at the foot of Calvin and Susies bed and spent most of his day sleeping atop of Calvins books inside his back pack. Most of Calvin
The Klingons Are Still Alive"Still Alive," Jonathan Coulton & GLaDOSThe Klingons Are Still Alive4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"yInlI," jonatlhan Qotlhon & glaDoS
Translation by knightswhodontsayni
(This was a triumph)
ghItlhjIH ra' naDev'e': Qapla'qu'tIn
(I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS)
(It's hard to overstate my satisfaction)
mawI"e' mara"egh malaHmo'
(We do what we must because we can)
DubmeH HochmaH, le' Heghpu'
(For the good of all of us, except the ones who are dead)
'ach Dap' SaQ HochQagh'e'
(But there's no sense crying over every mistake)
bIneHSoH nIDaq' mevghorghSoH tlhuch vutchab!
(You just keep on trying till you run out of cake!)
'ej Qed rIn, 'ej ghomsoH maj HIch
(And the science gets done, and you make a neat gun,)
(For the people who are still alive!)
(I'm not even angry,)
(I'm being so sincere right now.)
(Even though you broke my heart and killed me!)
Celtic Shelf TrailerQueens of the Stone AgeCeltic Shelf Trailer5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A giant hawk-nosed salmon with the purple splotches of many years rushed forward beneath the school. With a sudden burst of speed he vaulted up and split the sparkling surface with amazing strength. Time slowed to a near stop as the fish rose above the others, his huge pink belly waggling from side to side, sparkling droplets of ice water fanning out around him. Aegia whipped her spear up to get it into position but just couldn't seem to move fast enough. She screamed. The sound crept like a slug up her throat. The fish twisted sideways, flopping and flowing and heaving its brilliant silver flank about until finally it walloped Aegia on the side of the head and sent her crashing backwards, arms reeling for balance, spear flying off into the sky.
Without a word, Atouk's elbow flashed backwards. It caught the guard who had snuck up behind him in the solar plexus and lifted the man up on painful wings into the air. The
Poker Face BelarusXReaderPoker Face BelarusXReader3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
*aimai kabutta kamen moshikashite ima made miseteta sore mo uso? aitai tarinai HAATO sashidashite ki ga tsukya DAIYA mo ubawarechatteru.*
You didn't know why but she always wore one. It was rare for her to smile. NOT especially around you because the two of you were best friend; however the hell that happened. She always had her poke face on. She barely smiled.
*honshou? honnou? hontou?*
"Smile for me." You would tell her. These were the only times she did. She really only did when you told her to. She was very more...friendly around you. You had grown to like her in more then a friendly way but, you were both girls. How would that work out?
*saiwai saigai PIERO ochichatte mienai tokoro ni BURAFU hattemata. "Nounai doudai?" misukasare sugite dou ni mo kou ni mo atama ni kuru ze.*
Your last little hope of ever having Belarus love you back was killed with her poker face. She never showed any affection whether it was friendly or not.
Begby, Short StoryBegby, Short Story8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Begby Boulderbuster always knew he was different. He could tell at the grocer when he and his mother went through the line as a toddler, the hidden line of distaste and the smell of fear from the checkout girl.
His first day at school was a day to remember, he was head and shoulders taller than anyone in his class, and they had to get him a larger desk. Hed sit alone during recess, watching the other children play; they wouldnt really even talk to him, much less play with him. The name calling and mean-spirited kids took their toll on his self esteem. He grew to have little respect for authority. The adult humans did nothing to protect him from the childrens jeers and provocations; they seemed to delight in it, some teachers at times would even laugh with the children. No matter what he raised his hand for, he was seldom called upon to answer anything.
Begby received his Ork traits from a virus hed been told
RetrospeccionRetrospeccion5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Estacionamiento Denver Mall. Muy tarde.
Que agitado, es demasiada chamba. Cada noche es distinta, las farolas alumbrando las resbalosas y húmedas pistas, el cielo tan negro con algún titilar de alguna estrella lejana, el aullido de algún animal rogando por comida, la peste de los callejones y la peste que los habita, escondrijos de la peor basura en las calles, bares y prostíbulos que esperan el caer de la noche para deleitar el bajo instinto humano, violencia, robo, asesinato pues bienvenido, aquel es mi hogar, o si pudiese llamarlo como tal.
Así como en las mañanas, las noches nunca son para descansar, el ritmo de vida es también muy agitado. Y al igual que muchas otras, estoy de turno.
Vaya que correr en estas pistas es todo un reto, con cuidado de no tropezar. Mi objetivo está a unos metros de mí, vaya que es rápido. Maldita la hora que tuve que elegir este trabajo, maldito mas bien el que me contrato o maldit