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Sid Vicious posted:Okay yeah that makes a lot of sense, thanks. Back to the ol' writing board. Is that a saying? Get really famous, and make it one.
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# ¿ Mar 20, 2013 09:26 |
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# ¿ Apr 19, 2024 23:25 |
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I've realised that I'm getting good at critiquing from a technical perspective, but when I actually went to a writing group the other week, everyone had great and constructive things to say about emotions and suspense and what the story is rather than how it's told. So, I'm going to give that a go.Sid Vicious posted:Just for the record, I have no education in creative writing, its just something I enjoy doing sometimes. With that in mind here is my short story Shirt Bot. Its mostly stream of consciousness that I just decided to put down on paper, so I apologize if the ending feels abrubt. I'm also not very good at staying in tense/perspective so I hope I did alright this time around. Would love some critique and opinions on it, thanks everyone. It was hard for me to ignore all the technical fouls, but I think you know that. Just take a second pass at stuff before it goes up, and there'll be much less in the way of enjoying what is, actually, a really nice idea.
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# ¿ Mar 24, 2013 20:39 |
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As nothing much is moving here, here's another twitching corpse for the pile. I've started writing stuff that is rooted in the world, presented as fact, but is totally made up. Not really sure where it's going or what it's for, but I really like writing it. What would you do with it? I'll take "burn it" for an answer. THOUSAND THOUSAND A white triangle, on an orange rectangle. And the words, “Thousand Thousand. A Club.” On a poster, under a bridge, over and over. Everyone was talking about it. Come to the club, you really must come to the club! It’s the newest club, the coolest club, the club all clubs want to be. Jamie XX wishes he could play there. Rustie tried to get in once, but he was wearing trainers. The people from Boiler Room can’t find it. We have to go. Drop your plans. Those people that made it their business to make judgements said it was like a place out of time. They said that morals and ideas and genders didn’t mean anything when you were in there. That all the best drugs were not just dealt, but invented there, on the floor because everyone was so creative. Everyone was funny and clever and told the best stories, but also knew when telling stories wasn’t cool and you should just shut up and dance, as they say. So cool, they said. Someone had collected all the magical and unrepeatable moments from Glastonburys and Szigets and Burning Mans and condensed them into a festival of manufactured serendipity, just for you but just for everyone, anyone who could get in. The doorman was Polish, but not in a scary way and he always had witty and urbane stories of life in the Eastern Bloc. The newest thing. The oldest thing. People said that the triangle meant it was founded by the Illumnati as a method of mind control, or the Knights Templar as an expression of the ultimate revelation of the Holy Trinity. A man from The Guardian advanced the theory that it was the creation of a circle of Hapsburg investors. A woman from The Observer said that the Papacy was behind it, and that it almost made up for all the rotten business with children. It was under a disused archway in Brixton. Or, it was sandwiched between two meat-wagons in Dalston. Or, it was in the back of a coffee shop that had the furniture, livery and menu of a Starbucks but was not actually a Starbucks. Nobody was sure. Everybody knew someone who knew someone who had been to Thousand Thousand, but nobody had actually been. They all meant to go soon, they said. Vice Magazine tried to go for a feature, but they didn’t find it and so they took some homeless people to Claridge’s and wrote about that instead. The only real person who had visited Thousand Thousand was a nineteen year-old London School of Economics student called Eloise who had been looking for the Walkabout because she was going to celebrate her best friend’s birthday. She said it looked Quite Fun, but not the sort of thing they were looking for that evening.
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# ¿ Mar 25, 2013 21:42 |
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SpaceGodzilla posted:I don't think that the "presented as fact" part is any truer here than it is for any other fiction, though. Maybe there's something I'm missing. I think that if you did want to go for that angle though, you should consider an epistolary approach. It's so nice finding out there's a name for something. I suppose I'm thinking about The Hitchhiker's Guide as a thing that uses structure to cheat its way through showing and telling. Telling is what this is, it's true. Maybe that's no good. I Am Hydrogen posted:Is this supposed to be awful ad copy? A story? Do I not get it or something? Am I not cool enough? I didn't say there was anything to get. I'm really, honestly not trying to be outre. I'm going to have another think about this. All I know is that I don't want to write another story. Thanks for the input guys. Symptomless Coma fucked around with this message at 23:26 on Mar 26, 2013 |
# ¿ Mar 26, 2013 10:58 |
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sebmojo posted:This is horrible in more ways than the English language has to describe it. And you can't write for poo poo. Please go away and never come back. That's a bit cruel. What's happening here is you're writing what you think good stories ought to be like. If you went back to the stories you love, you'd notice that they're not like that at all. Specifically The Shining,. King's prose is more direct and workmanlike than yours, but it achieves the effect far better. He wrote a book called On Writing which says that writing is about communication more than any other thing. That is, the transfer of specific bits of information from your head to your reader's head. This isn't a bad way to parse your own drafts: what information needs to be communicated at this point, and is it coming across? Secondly, with every sentence your read back: is this sentence contributing to the pile of information the reader needs to decode the story properly? If it's not, it can probably go. So when your first para is devoted to re-explaining how sweating and gravity work, your focus is in the wrong place. These things plus the description of the cabin make it sound like you're reciting a film from memory. Think about all of the below phrases in terms of what they're communicating, and why. -Desert of snow is too clever. Especially when it's not true, since you then explain what surrounds it. And trees can't flicker. -If sky is grey, that's caused by cloud, not trees. -"His perception of time had gone on vacation" is too prosaic. Existence was probable is too outre. -"They had been fighting" is so very far away from a murder plot that it's comical. -Next para (drove him mad) - when is that happening? It's unclear. -The sausage simile is again, comical. When you write a simile, try to imagine it. If it looks instantly hilarious, think again. -All smiles are contorted. They are contortions of the face. It would, in fact, have more effect if he'd given a perfectly normal smile. -Again, his snapping at the door being open a bit is hilarious by virtue of being ridiculous. And here we hit on the problem - I don't give a poo poo about John. Why should I, just because he doesn't like snow and his girl wants some alone time? So would I. He's a dick. ...and so on. The point is this: in the end, effective pieces of writing (and you have put yourself in this category by saying it's a story) have an intention. A set of emotions they want someone to feel, and a set of statements (these are your sentences) that, when taken together, generate those emotions. They don't just spin out lots of "writerly" language until an arbitrary end. Though that's certainly where everyone starts. They proof-read, too. I hope that helps! Edit: The Finer Arts > Creative Convention > The Abattoir 2013 Symptomless Coma fucked around with this message at 13:24 on Apr 10, 2013 |
# ¿ Apr 10, 2013 13:21 |
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I can't see anything fresh to crit here but I really want something, so the next person to put something up will get close reading from me. In pre-emptive exchange (I'm taking out a crit-loan. A cloan.) here's something. I'm planning to submit to this competition (sub-500w, everyone have at it), but I worry that I've been led astray by discovering Borges. If you read this, would you go "nice idea but I don't give a poo poo"? If so, is there a way I can fix that? Ta. Hidden due to submission, erk. Symptomless Coma fucked around with this message at 22:04 on Nov 26, 2013 |
# ¿ Jun 16, 2013 20:47 |
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Yeah, guess what I just one-clicked. I'm not even mad that it's already been done, that sounds amazing. Thanks for the advice - I've tweaked a couple of pressure points and it already feels a lot better. Gonna sleep on it though.
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# ¿ Jun 16, 2013 23:23 |
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sebmartello posted:Hello, Thunderdome prompt. I know of one other modern book in the genre of literary thought experiment: Sum by David Eagleman. 40 different visions of what happens when you die, each making a point. It's good. Edit: Crits are coming for you two, who aped it so well I assumed you were quoting. Bastards. Symptomless Coma fucked around with this message at 17:11 on Jun 17, 2013 |
# ¿ Jun 17, 2013 04:37 |
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sebmojo posted:Cities & The Dead I've just realised this was a real Calvino. gently caress it, everyone can get better. sebmojo posted:What makes Argia different from other cities is that it has earth instead of air. Bold opening gambit.The streets are completely filled with dirt, clay packs the rooms to the ceiling, on every stair another stairway is set in negative, over the roofs of the houses hang layers of rocky terrain like skies with clouds. These are all fine; four ways of expanding on the earlier point. However, did it have to be a list? I'm sure these four things could have been linked into a single elegant idea - a sense of flying through the city, rather than being told to look at pockets of it.We do not know But there's a problem here, Calvino. You've made strong assertions about what the city is like, and now you're introducing doubt. Do we know or not? To hold it together, I'd recommend the use of a careful "it is said," or similar.if the inhabitants can move about the city, widening the worm tunnels and the crevices where roots twist: the dampness destroys people's bodies, and they have scant strength; everyone is better off remaining still, prone; anyway, it is dark. Ace. 8/10, Calvino. Good job.
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# ¿ Jun 17, 2013 23:12 |
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Martello posted:Cities and Sound Martello posted:In the city of Piana, all communication is through song and music. A really bold start, I'm starting to love this style. As an aside, this has made me realise how circuitous my Thunderdome stuff can be, like I'm abashed of saying where we are, what's going on, what the high concept is. And why not?The sound of music is ubiquitous in the city, floating I have a thing about 'ing'. To me, 'ing' is the language of reportage, and you could be more direct. Just me, but isn't "music floats" more direct and involving that the are-form, "music is floating"? from the windows of taverns and houses, risingditto from work pits in the warehouse district. Love it.
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# ¿ Jun 17, 2013 23:26 |
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Can't speak for everyone, but I don't see why not. I assume you've read QueryShark? I think she's pretty set on her method, but she makes some drat good points.
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# ¿ Dec 3, 2013 23:10 |
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# ¿ Apr 19, 2024 23:25 |
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Sithsaber posted:I've always enjoyed good usage of omission. There's your answer. To be less flippant: writing is a confidence trick, requiring the reader to trust the author that things will make some semblance of sense by the end. That's why in most cases (cliche alert) it's worth learning the rules before you try to bend them. The 'uses of omission' you've enjoyed will, no doubt, be carefully limited uses - like we'll know exactly what someone is doing, but be left to figure out why (or even vice versa). As for stuff that makes even less sense... well, Joyce is Joyce. But even he had to write Dubliners first, partly to get good at telling a story, partly to earn enough reader trust to drag them down a lexical rabbit hole second time around. But good on you for getting work out there. That's the start, and it's more than most manage.
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