Could be, because I have the same problem of my text feeling dry* (and not enough readers to tell if it actually does feel that to other people). I’d suggest getting some feedback before deciding anything?
*except when I’m sick and sleep-deprived, in which point all bets are off
Have you considered making up a sibling adventure? He has so many half siblings, and his twin sister, you could integrate that into it?
Are you trying to say that you’re putting a quest within your game for your character to write a story? …Holy shit that’s genius.
One day, I hope I too am prolific enough of a writer to actually have enough works for them to have a zodiac.
I tried to imagine a tetracorn, and now I’m just imagining a horse with a pretentious crown of horns.
Wait, we have to show snippets of something we wrote since the last snippet? o.o I didn’t know this had rules! Ah! (just kidding)
You’d never guess you like foxes based on your profile pic. Not even remotely.
Time for my snippet! (please ignore the formatting, it’s being weird and I don’t know why so I’m just… leaving it this way.)
Your mother’s warm eyes always softened when she saw your face, and sometimes she would stroke the skin beneath your eyes, as if to say you were precious. It was only when you were old enough to actually meet with your father, that you realized it was because you had inherited his ${pc_eyetype} eyes.
Your mother had been ordered to kneel in the courtyard for a full day, after you ‘dared’ to accuse the young lords of your family of shearing off some of your hair. They had, of course, actually done it, and had only stopped from cutting off all of your hair by the fact that a servant had come and caught them. Your mother caught an illness under the blaring sun and blistering cold moon, and she’d never recovered from it.
*comment this is about how the player feels about their mother’s actions.
*fake_choice
#I wish I could have told her before I left…
*if footnotes = true
*set FilialPiety_footnote true
There was so much between you and your mother. So many words unsaid out of filial piety, so many thoughts in your head that you couldn’t share, because she wouldn’t understand, her focus entirely on trying to pull your father’s attention back.
*if footnotes = true
*gosub_scene subroutines footnotes_sub
*fake_choice
#I hate her for it.
*set bravery %+low
*set chaste %+low
No matter how much she said it was for your sake, you couldn’t help but feel she was selfish. She kept chasing him, kept chasing the glory that being with him gave her. At the same time, you couldn’t help hating her for being incapable of catching his attention too. You knew how much easier it would be, if he were to grow to love the two of you, how much your life would change.
It was a swirl of feelings in your chest that ate at your soul, and you hated her for it, because if you didn’t, you’d hate yourself instead.
It’s like a unicorn (the splitted-hooves one), but with horns like a four-horned sheep.
Sometimes changing the context and “normal” viewing circumstances of your content will allow your mind to see it clearer.
We all get used to our writing, where we become mind-blind to what we are reading or reviewing.
Just today, I rediscovered a place in one of my chapters where I skipped ahead. Even though I skimmed through this chapter numerous times in the last three months, I skipped my comments and notes telling myself to fill in what I skipped.
It took me reviewing variables and code in that chapter to “see” what I was blind to all those earlier reviews.
Funny thing here is, it didn’t take me two weeks of distance to it, nor retyping the text, which is what usually triggers my “wait what”-reaction to my text.
I’m not sure whether you mean you don’t want a romance? Or you want a romance? Some non romance (or at least not entirely so, cassandra’s a mixed bag there.)
How about Apollo tricks Artemis into killing her friend Orion?
There’s also how Apollo runs interference against the Furies to help Orestes in the the Oresteia.
You could do Cassandra (although Apollo isn’t the main character but involved in it.)
Pan challenging Apollo to a music jam, and Midas and getting his Donkey ears.
Apollo fighting Python.
Or if you want a sun god, you could go Helios and write about the fate of his son Phaethon when given the chariot.
Oh great, now I’m picturing Apollo as a software dev.
lol well I guess we could make something updated for modern times. I can see it too now 
I’m actually adapting the myth of Ambrogio and Selene. It’s debated if it’s actually a Greek myth, but I like it. So I know how the romance will go, I just wanted an additional myth to add something for them to do other than flirting. I’ve actually found one, the Oresteia, so that’s good
And I chose not to do the Python because that’s how he established the Oracle of Delphi, which needs to already exist in my version
Me: you can do that??? 
Scary thought, isn’t it?
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It’s Reddit, that’s just to be expected 
I cannot believe it’s almost the 18th. Feels like we just started December.
Anyway I’ve made zero progress as I’ve been visiting family!
In the dead of night, in your little cabin, you hear the clomp of hooves outside your door. Facing a frustrating insomnia, you get up and follow the noise. In the halls of the ship, between the heavy black skeleton ribs of the ship’s bulkhead, you just catch the hint of a mule’s tail disappearing into the captain’s cabin.
You sit outside the door and listen in.
Dandy’s voice. “I can be whoever you want.”
Tiana’s voice. “A mighty boon for a lonely sailor. I have in my hands a portrait of a man. Can you tell me one of the names that made him notorious?”
“Your husband, cap’n?”
“Aye, that’s one of the names. Another.”
“Maybe Roberts, like you.”
“Aye.”
“You want me to be your husband, cap’n?”
“I can see you already are. Remarkably quick for a workhorse. Gods, pulled straight from my darkest memories. The skin. How did you know of his scars?”
“Scars? Oh, look at that.”
“Batten down your hatches, workhorse. I wish to say a few words to the man before me.”
Everything goes quiet in the cabin.
*fake_choice
# Press your ear against the door.
You push your luck. You eavesdrop.
Tiana says, in an accent you’re unfamiliar with, “All this time I thought I could never live up to you. Now look at me.” Her voice is different. Subdued, quiet, older. This isn’t Captain Tiana Roberts speaking. This is Tiana Kumbari.
My voice in your head equally unsettles and comforts you. Eavesdropping is one of the many reasons we are alike.
“I gave up everything you built, and then I built it all again, greater than you ever could have imagined.”
Dandy stays silent.
“I never needed you. So why does it still hurt?”
A long period of silence.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Sorry,” says Dandy, quietly.
“It’s okay. Leave my quarters. Speak of this to no one.”
Back to your cabin. Make no noise. I help dampen your footsteps as you slip back into your cabin to once more fight off your insomnia. Dandy takes the form of a rat and scurries off into the dark corners of the bilge. She will speak of this to no one.
I’m having serious writer’s block. I’ve been really depressed lately (I have depression.) And that tends to block my creative juices. I only have one of the RO’s Povs almost done and no idea where to post it. Well it’s more of a just random scenario to try and get the feel of my RO. I also have my MC (I guess I would call her my testing character? )So right now I’m just exploring her world. Her background. I haven’t implemented any choices that could affect the story yet because I tend to think better with pen and paper. Is that inefficient when writing an IF? Im just stuck and a little intimidated I suppose at this big undertaking. I’m diving into the deep end with no idea where I’m going. This is all so new to me. I’ve written before but never had anything published. Let alone an IF.
Not if it helps you write.
I’m in the same boat as you, I have no clue what I’m doing. I’m just trying to get through it by telling myself “Just do what you can for now, then worry about the rest later”.
Which I know is easier said than done because I still struggle even following that advice. 
Although I tend to feel better knowing that I am not alone, so I hope it helps you too. 
I also second this, if it helps; then do it. What really sucks is when you do what usually helps you but it doesn’t help for some reason. I’m struggling with that rn. 
I tried to get a screencap of the SCP from Lewd SCP saying “They can be any size you wannnnnttt~” but I failed to get the captions to line up right. TAT
I wanted to work on my game yesterday, but my uterus decided I needed to shed some blood. So yeah. Now I get to work on it a little today while I’m watching the Lord of the Rings extended editions with my hubby and roommate.
It is high noon when Sparkgap rides into town, the clip-clop of tetracorn’s cloven hooves announcing the momentous occasion.
Not that seeing a tetracorn walking down the main street is unusual, as of itself. Quite the contrary. Cars are great for transferring large amounts of (or just large, period) equipment, but they’re useless off-road, expensive to maintain, and require plenty of armed guards due to how much they attract demons, not to mention how hard they are to come by, after the Ashfall. Horses don’t need roads and can be fast, but only over short distances on relatively even terrain, and they tend to get sick when they eat wild plants, so using them as travel mounts would require carrying plenty of hay on top of everything else you need to be carrying with you; while some rich people still own them (your family included), they are mostly used for galloping competitions. Tetracorns are surefooted, commonly available, and, being only partially domesticated, with two pairs of dragon-like horns (or, like a four-horned Jacob sheep), can fend for themselves when not in use.
No, it is not seeing a tetracorn that makes the occasion momentous, even if Sparkgap’s is a finer breed than most, with its proud stance and its great size resembling those of a war horse of old, its four large horns beautifully curved. Nor is it seeing Sparkgap riding into town; that happens often enough as well, swarms of hi-tech drones flanking his armored form, sending people scurrying in panic from the mere sight of them.
Not so today.
You look out of your window, forbidden from leaving your room (for safety, your father said, although you have to wonder whose), watching Sparkgap ride along the street, the inky black tetracorn leaving wisps of smoke behind. There’s no drones now, and no armor either - he’s wearing a weirdly formal attire instead, a white skinsuit with golden accents and black accessories - the only technology visible the respirator mask no one in their right mind travels the ashlands without, the dim lights on his wrist computer and the stock of the rifle strapped on the saddle, peeking out from under the one-shoulder cape, and, as he rides closer to your window, the cybernetic implants around his left eye, trailing the edge of the ugly burn scar running from the corner of said eye to under the respirator. With his pale skin (looking like it rarely gets any sunlight) and long black hair (tied back in an elaborate French braid), he looks every bit the vampire he’s rumoured to be.
In front of the town hall he stops, dismounts with a dramatic flourish, and walks inside.
Sorry, I’m rambling. (Also no idea why I’m so hung on this specific scene right now but oh well)
Variable naming is so fun. Tonally, my project might be a dark, violent thriller, but that won’t stop me from having important labels and variables be named things like “puppy” and “coolstacks” and “fourdim(ensional)chess”.
i name my labels the most random things, im with you @rfzhao lol.
