The Problem With Character SheetsAlright, there are some pretty awesome character sheets out there. I don't personally use them, but I've seen others make them work. I'm not here to dispute the fact that they've got some utility, but I am here to point out one big problem with relying on a list of traits—which is generally how character sheets present these things—to define your character.The Problem With Character Sheets2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
(Note: This also applies to Mary Sue tests. 'Not a Mary Sue' just means your character isn't a perfect storm of coincidence. It has nothing to do with likeability or even believability. <insert dictator here> isn't a Mary Sue, either.)
I think this approach is, if it's the only approach you take to figuring out a character, a really bad idea.
Take a moment to think about your best friend. What's their favorite food? What are they good at, and what are things they do that make you Google good places to dump a body?
Hook, Line, and Sinker: How to Start Your StoryHook, Line, and Sinker: How to Start Your StoryHook, Line, and Sinker: How to Start Your Story2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
You have the story idea, a brief outline (or not), and enough motivation and/or preparation to place your fingers on the keyboard and think, Let's begin. But how does one, in fact, begin a story? How do you select the perfect scene to situate your reader without putting him to sleep? It's easy to become overwhelmed by the sea of possible beginnings before having typed a single word. This article provides a list of different ways to begin a story, long or short, pointing out their respective advantages and disadvantages. The right beginning can give you just the push you need to send you flying into the world of your characters.
A prologue is a scene or chapter that pertains to the story without featuring your protagonist at the present time. It might show your hero as a child; it might show your antagonist plotting to take over the world; it might show a
The Top Reasons for Manuscript RejectionOne of the things that the literary agency I work for does some weekends out of the year is teach seminars on query writing and the first 5 pages of manuscripts (which, basically just means the first page of the manuscript). The seminars last only a day or two, but aim to help writers improve their queries and start of their books so that they have a better chance of standing out in the ever-growing slush pile. Since I know many members of the literature community here aim to one day be published writers, I thought I would share our sheet of the top reasons for manuscript rejections. Please note: These are in no particular order.The Top Reasons for Manuscript Rejection2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
Wrong genre Agents have guidelines for specific genres that they like to represent. Just like you and me, they have certain genres they love and certain genres they don't. Sometimes, it's not because of personal preference, but because they don't know the market for some books as well as other agents who are very passionate about
Rude Much ~Lana Walker One-Shot~ Gotham was mucky as I walked down the street. a drunk woman laughed on the arm of a Suit, He smirked at me as I passed. I felt my hand squeeze on the gun in my sweatshirt. I passed them and I felt his eyes on me as I walked away. The cold rain started to fall on the polluted streets as I headed for my apartment. Winston sat on the steps his leg twitching as he looked across the street with his eyes, searching for his dealer. I rubbed my thumb over the trigger of the gun and smiled as I walked past him and into the building. The building was falling apart, but the rent was only 250 a month for the tenants, but the landlord was terrified of Oak so he lowered ours to 100 a month. I still wonder what she did to scare him so badly.Rude Much ~Lana Walker One-Shot~6 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
I took the stairs two at a time, my eyes focusing on the steps. As I reached the fourth flight of stairs, I ran straight into a 'wall'. Falling backwards onto the hallway below. I grabbed the gun out from my sweatshirt
YJ: FF: Danger of LightThe first memory i could always recall before all the others was of her face. The sadness and rage in it, then there was the fire. Her glowing green eyes burned for something, that I did not know of. At least not at that time. She was beautiful, even with the blood on her face. I don't know why, but I trusted her, I never trusted anyone like I trusted her.YJ: FF: Danger of Light6 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
She was a storm, bring disaster, rage, and death. I was the calm before her storm, and the rainbow after. We were perfect together, the perfect team.
We had complete balance, and were completely in sync.
She was the first person who I truly cared about that left me, and it was all my fault.
I do remember things before her though. I remember him.
He was different from her. He was different from the people in white as well. The fire in his eyes had been ripped from him. I wish I could of figured out why.
He always smiled at me, the fire slightly sparking, but never staying. He always was calming, he talked to me about the world as he a
Slip-away SolsticeThe solstice day has come and gone, engulfing my hemisphere in an eerie ice-ridden reverie and the winter depths lodging itself in my world. Yet the hours of Sol's life lengthen throughout the day and send its rays tentatively crawling through the skies and into my house. It's warmth barely grazed my skin, and I want to greedily reach out; become one with it. Because I am afraid of the cold, and I need the sun to light my way towards peace.Slip-away Solstice2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
Brain FlurriesYou know, that moment? When you have an absolutely brill idea for a piece, and it seems to be the most magnificent thing you've ever seen-- like a snowfall, cool and glittering? Yet it slips away so quickly. It frosts the ground, leaves a cold snap in the air, lingers in your brain, and your childish mind tries to cling to it, to behold it again. But it's gone baby, gone. You'll never chase that cold fronted inspiration again.Brain Flurries2 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
I'm just glad I caught this snowflake before it fell.