WRITING: In the End, In Doesn't Even Matter by Jon-Wood, literature
Literature
WRITING: In the End, In Doesn't Even Matter
After the girl checked the peephole, she quickly opened the door and bowed to the visitor and invited her inside, "Good afternoon, Miss Katsuragi! Come in, please!"
This is an anonymized excerpt from a fanfic. Take a look at it.
What do you notice?
There should be a full stop after "inside".
Anything else?
It says the same thing twice times in two sentences. It tells us the girl invited the guest inside, then shows us the words. Couldn't it've just used the dialogue alone?
Exactly. This story was badly over-written.
I assumed it was part of the bit, since the writer said the main character was a delusional egotist, but...it kept going, even in bits that weren't from her perspective.
Now, I could assume that was also part of the bit, but there's also a joke where a character is squashed into a pancake, and goes waddling off comically like Tom after his latest mishap with Jerry.
Which might work in animation, but it doesn't work in text. Especially when everything
WRITING TUTORIAL: Quirked-Up Write Boy by Jon-Wood, literature
Literature
WRITING TUTORIAL: Quirked-Up Write Boy
Sadly, Kapowski wasn't in, so Pru made herself at home. She had some of his crackers as she tossed the place.
Kinda stale. Kapowski really needed to do some shopping. His fridge had a nearly empty bottle of Ketchup, a half empty bottle of beer, and a full box of baking soda.
Huh.
Prudence frowned and shut the door.
A few seconds later; she opened the door.
A few seconds later, the box was on the counter, the lid was ripped open, and a plastic baggie was in Pru's hand.
She held it up to the light, watched the necklace sparkle, and quirked a smile. Maybe Kapowski was smarter than she thought.
"Excuse me."
Now, step 2. Presentation. There was a couch he'd see when he walked in the door. And there was an easy chair at an angle to the door. And there was a couch at.....
"Excuse me!"
…Can I help you?
"Yes," Prudence said. "What was that?"
What was what?
"What you just said. Narrated."
What about it?
"You said I 'quirked a smile',"
And? It's gramatically
WRITING ADVICE: Fast as you can, baby by Jon-Wood, literature
Literature
WRITING ADVICE: Fast as you can, baby
If you read Through the Looking Glass, there's an event called "the Red queen's race". The racers run as fast as they can, and go nowhere.
This has become an evo-bio hypothesis; species have to constantly adapt and evolve to avoid losing to other species, and to effectively stay in the same place.
I swear, I'm going somewhere with this. And that gif will be relevant.
While back, I read a fanfic I can't remember the name of. It was a mix of various F U T U R E fandoms, and was mostly about espionage, and tech development.
And on paper, I should've liked it. I like spy stuff. I like sneaking missions. I like cool military operations and codenames. And I like fusion settings.
I didn't like this fic.
It took me a while to realize. Took me a little longer to figure out why.
It's because nothing happened.
Okay, a lot of things happened. Private and government forces were fighting a shadow war with experimental technology, in space.
It's just that it didn't matter.
Felt like every
-PROLOGUE-
The place is Vaduz, Liechtenstein.
The year is 2002, and in a humble little house in the countryside lives a solitary boy, more intelligent than any other: Lukas, an orphan who has learned the most basic things in life, including household chores.
Lukas wears a light blue shawl with white stripes and a matching t-shirt. He has unruly purple hair and a necklace that resembles a clock. He also wears ruby-colored sandals. He has brown eyes and always acts curious, as he knows that the world around him is not a fairy tale at all.
This boy wasn't very sociable. He lives alone and has no one to talk to, waiting for something to happen. Days and years passed, and nothing interesting occurred. Lukas practically became the odd one out in his class, as his classmates mocked him explicitly for not having a father or mother.
Lukas had no one to support him in his situation, and the only support he had were teachers, who ignored him or simply pretended to help. Lukas was fed up
WRITING TUTORIAL: The Thing with -Ing by Jon-Wood, literature
Literature
WRITING TUTORIAL: The Thing with -Ing
Starting a sentence like this, I sound awkward. Starting every sentence like this, I sound even worse.
Continuing to do this, especially for every sentence, I become annoying and hard to read.
In my ideal world, pineapple on pizza would be outlawed, styrofoam wouldn't be so squeaky, and nobody would ever use -ing verbs in a sentence unless they were properly coupled with a more conventional verb tense. For example;
Lunging at me, he carried a dead mouse in his mouth.
That doesn't seem so bad.
Really? Try reading it out loud. And also, notice how I never actually described who's acting, beyond "he".
"He" is a cat.
Wasn't it clear from the previous part?
You'd think so. But I've also seen things like;
Smacking his head, Jane smiled.
Wait, is this a boy named Jane?
Nope.
Is Jane smacking his head?
Nope.
So the man doing the -ing thing is sharing a sentence with Jane?
Yep.
That seems confusing.
It is. Should be more like;
John smacked his forehead,
I wake up in the morningmy bedsheets rumpled and tangled. I don't get up right away; instead, I watch the clock hand as it strikes harder and harder against the number 6. It's morning; I need to get up. Success won't waitit'll be claimed first by whoever reaches it earliest. That's what my mother taught me. She tried to make me a strong personI hope she succeeded. I pick up my phone: a message from Courtney. "Vi, hope you're okay? The evening was great." Who is Vi, I think to myself. My name is Victoria; I'm a successful lawyer, or at least I want to be. So many things demand my attention everywhere, but to Courtney, I'm just Vi. Oh well.
I get out of bed and look in the mirror. Hints of ego and self-admiration shine through in my reflection. I'm on the shorter side, with dark hair that frames my face in a way that draws the eye, skin that carries a quiet glow from years of careful living, and features that blend sharpness and softness, giving off an air of quiet confidence that
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