As always, all things O’Brian will serve as histfic inspiration.
As always, all things O’Brian will serve as histfic inspiration.
#WIP
#IAmWriting
Today I finally get to write the naming scene. On All Hallow’s Eve, my guys about to become a crew, talking about how some got their old nicknames and giving others. How did Father Nicholas of Gloucester become Tuck? Why is Will turning Scarlet?
I Love Mythopoeia!
#WIP
#IAmWriting
Today I finally get to write the naming scene. On All Hallow’s Eve, my guys about to become a crew, talking about how some got their old nicknames and giving others. How did Father Nicholas of Gloucester become Tuck? Why is Will turning Scarlet?
I Love Mythopoeia!
#histfic
Do you edit as you go, or wait until the whole thing is done?
This is my first novel, and I find myself re-editing earlier chapters as I go, but only for continuity. At the end I’ll edit down, too, because I’m leaving the prolixity in for now.
#histfic
Do you edit as you go, or wait until the whole thing is done?
This is my first novel, and I find myself re-editing earlier chapters as I go, but only for continuity. At the end I’ll edit down, too, because I’m leaving the prolixity in for now.
O lord this outline is so big
And my output is so small
It cannot be that any happy ending
Will me befall
When your wireframe and character bible have tens of thousands of words.
And the novel still only has 8k.
And your current scene has a jingoistic 12th century Breton bishop
O lord this outline is so big
And my output is so small
It cannot be that any happy ending
Will me befall
When your wireframe and character bible have tens of thousands of words.
And the novel still only has 8k.
And your current scene has a jingoistic 12th century Breton bishop
#histfic
#writingcommunity
Historical fucktion:
Do you add sex scenes?
If it’s important to the emotional development of the characters or their relationship, I will, but not just to have them, and I avoid the explicit and the ridiculous: “Her heaving synonym! His throbbing euphemism!”
#histfic
#writingcommunity
Historical fucktion:
Do you add sex scenes?
If it’s important to the emotional development of the characters or their relationship, I will, but not just to have them, and I avoid the explicit and the ridiculous: “Her heaving synonym! His throbbing euphemism!”
#writingcommunity
#AmWriting
Did you ever make a creative decision first and find out the history lines up so well it shoulda happened that way irl?
Or kill somebody off only to realize later you’ve butterfly-affected an entire dynasty?
#writingcommunity
#AmWriting
Did you ever make a creative decision first and find out the history lines up so well it shoulda happened that way irl?
Or kill somebody off only to realize later you’ve butterfly-affected an entire dynasty?
Does anyone write sometimes with nothing in front of them?
Mulching leaves this morning I was writing dialogue in my head. I’ll let it cook for a little on the back burner and write it up later.
Anyone else do this? And where?
Does anyone write sometimes with nothing in front of them?
Mulching leaves this morning I was writing dialogue in my head. I’ll let it cook for a little on the back burner and write it up later.
Anyone else do this? And where?
#shitbirdphotos
Louisiana Bayou edition
A white heron, a legless heron floating on a lilypad, a wingless jumping heron aka the largest grasshopper in the US.
#shitbirdphotos
Louisiana Bayou edition
A white heron, a legless heron floating on a lilypad, a wingless jumping heron aka the largest grasshopper in the US.
1. Paradise City
2. Gangster's Paradise
3. Cheeseburger in Paradise
The 35-55 set (all of us) went nuts.
1. Paradise City
2. Gangster's Paradise
3. Cheeseburger in Paradise
The 35-55 set (all of us) went nuts.
That’s like the fox naming himself the chairman of two chicken coops.
That’s like the fox naming himself the chairman of two chicken coops.
The ground shudders. A M5.1 quake hits beneath Mount St. Helens.
The bulge collapses outward.
Within seconds, a lateral blast surges through the disintegrating slope.
7 miles north, Gerry Martin describes what he sees—until the radio goes silent.