6 Tips for Writing and Storytelling from Stan Lee6 Tips for Writing and Storytelling from Stan LeeMore Like This
Recently, Stan Lee made a Youtube video in order to help along writers and storytellers of all types. And there is something wonderfully simple about how Stan Lee perceives writing. The following are the 6 tips that I picked up from listening to his lecture.
Tip 1: Accept commissions as boundaries meant to challenge your creativity.
Chances are that your writing dream will not take off with your book or comic becoming an instant hit. You will have to work for companies, accept commissions, and bide your time until you publish your masterpiece. When you do accept commissions and have to work in the box, view those limitations as creative blocks. Obstacle that exist so that you have to stretch your abilities in order to make your commission as wonderful as what you would make your private works. This is a common technique, in fact, for poetry and other forms of writing—as the brain will be stretched in this action and come up with i
HarborBon voyage, a ship has sailed, bright and shiny and new.More Like This
Wave your hats and break a glass to mark this sweet adieu.
On gentle winds, eager hands will guide 'er through the sea.
White sails soar and glisten far, all bold and mighty and free.
Voices cheer high and low with fanfares and delight.
High masts and polished bow; behold, such a sight.
May happy faces follow true wherever she may be,
and fair wind and following seas to places she will see.
But my smiles are to that old lady beside 'er grim and keen.
No glamour there all washed away and nothing to be seen.
But we're alike, old and battered, we've been through storm and hell.
It just depends on what you favor, dreams or stories to tell.
Neglected MasochistYou say that you adore me, but I don't understandMore Like This
Instead of fists you touch me with the gentlest of hands
Each stroke and pet so delicate, I suffer suffocation
Please choke out tears that spell my love, enforce humiliation
I crave your loving touch in ways I doubt you comprehend
How is it true affection if your nails don't break the skin?
Sweet nothings make me nauseous, offer promises of pain
True intimacy scares me, love, I'd rather take the cane
My nightDid you thinkMore Like This
I became like this
Because my sky was
Did you think
I am like this
Because I never
Felt a hit?
Did you never see
My night; the night
I am walkin' through?
Did you really,
I would understand
Everything you do
These darkest nights
Even better than you.
I won't tell you
I don't have the time
But trust me, dear,
I know the colour
Of a colourless sky.
In an abyss
It's not even black
Everything is gray
And everything I touch
Either turns to stone
Or fades away.
gypsy heart.i am starting to find comfort inMore Like This
foreign sounds; tongues speak
in rhythmic, unknown comfort
& reassurance is merely the familiarity
i pop pills that the doctor prescribed
& pray for a miracle.
they say that you should always count
your blessings than your problems,
but would that really keep faith alive?
what have you got to hope for
if you have it all?
there is hope in a dark chamber of the veins
of this city; there is a heart beat
somewhere that's waiting to be found.
there is a gypsy heart with "home" imprinted
on her feet - & i wish i could find the same certainty
CreationStories come from a place unknown.More Like This
They jump out at you
begging to be written.
To not write them
would seem a crime.
You would be killing them
before their life even began.
Characters wish to have a life
to be known as a someone
not a blank page.
Heroes wish to be
the saviour they felt born to be.
Villains wish to get their evil plans under way.
Worlds wish to be created
new life would begin,
new countries created,
new places to explore.
How can you not listen to their pleas?
It tugs at your heart until you have no choice
You just have to write.