I feel like if I ever base a chatacter on a friend of mine and like, assuming I write them accurately to the person I am basing off of. I feel like it will be really funny if someone gives feedback saying that this very character is poorly written and nonsensical. Like imagine getting told you as a person are poorly written.
This has happened to three different published game makers I know, personally.
Either they were told their friend was not ārealistically developedā (paraphrased) or that something (like the color of their hair) was just wrong and something not āseen in real lifeā.
Some authors will be okay if this happens, but I have seen others get upset that their real life inspiration was being challenged.
Does anyone have any advice for when you have an outline but donāt have any ideas on how to fill it? ![]()
Iāve heard this a lot! I think itās so interesting because Iāve never used that method myself. Iād be really curious to know how many people in this thread regularly do that/have ever done it. I wonder what kind of personality is so inspiring that it makes someone want to write a whole character about it.
Iām afraid iāll need more details. What type of outline, and what is its purpose?
Due to seeing this at work, I purposefully use historical or legendary/fable inspired characters to form the core of my characters.
Again, this is from my personal experience only, but most authors that use family and friends as inspirations do so because something about that person fits the narrative they want to tell.
The outline for my game! I have the main outline with the details but I donāt have any ideas on the scenes I could add, idk if I can explain.
Then that is how I would tackle this ā explain to yourself what you want each scene in your outline to do.
As an example: Prologue ā āthe purpose of the prologue is to introduce the story arc and two of the main npc characters involved in the narrativeā
Go through each chapter (or however you organize your story) and explain each scene you want in it to yourself.
Remember ā there is no ācorrect wayā to write. We all use what we can, even if others canāt or wonāt use what we do to succeed.
Thank you so much! This is really helpful. ![]()
Congrats! Thatās an awesome feat! Seriously impressive.
Iām maybe 4000 words from the end of Ink and Intrigue and making steady progress. Hoping to finish one scene today and start another. Off I go!
Happy writing, all!
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Sharing an excerpt from Chapter Four of Meteoric. In this scene, you have just read an eviction letter and have made the choice to cry in the shower about it
Summary
In a sort of a daze, you push the letter away and trudge to the bathroom. You peel off your sweaty clothes and discard them as you go, leaving a trail of laundry behind you. When you turn on the ceiling fan, it whines and then shrieks like a banshee, so you quickly turn it back off. Maintenance hasnāt fixed that bloody fan properly since youāve been living here, and you guess theyāre off the hook now.
As you get into the shower and turn the faucets on, you can already feel the emotional barriers that youāve kept in check for days starting to crumble. A painful lump grows in your throat, and hot tears well in the corners of your eyes. The showerās water pressure is lackluster, coming out in a short, irregular stream, but it feels wonderful nevertheless on your aching body.
For several minutes at least, you stand there in silence, tears flowing down your cheeks. Steam gradually fills the room, fogging up the mirror and creating a haze. Distinctly aware that hot water never lasts very long in your apartment, you sit in the tub, hugging yourself and letting the water rush over your head like a hot water fall.
As you think about the lonely, cruel world that awaits you outside of this warm, safe room, you start to weep. You wrap your arms tight around yourself, trembling hard as sobs escape from your lips. Vision blurred, snot running down your nose, you hang your head between your knees and cry until the hot water runs out.
No, this wasnāt very hot of you, but damn, did you need that release. After you have finally finished, you stretch out and let the water run over your aching back. Even though your eyes sting and your chest aches, your whole body feels lighter and more relaxed. With the water turning cold, you reach up and turn the faucet with a sigh. Back to the real world, and the horrors, domestic and alien, that await.
Best of luck, thatās amazingly close!
I didnāt do much drafting today, but did do a bunch of edits and fixes, finalised the save system Iām using, and found some places where I need to expand descriptions.
I really like accomplishment posts , itās motivating and energizing for others IMO.
Congrats! I started slow so far only 1250 words and some thoughts, re-energizing myself with gaming. And watching custom book nook videos, I have ideas for CoG to share but 1 step at a time ![]()
About 75% finished with writing chapter one! I foresee finishing the writing, editing, and (some) coding by the end of the month. I estimate around 20k words total for the first chapter! Good progress! Trying to make the choices and traits useful in the story has significantly added to the word count.
I still like the idea of waiting until the second chapter (at the least) is finished before I post the demo since the first chapter is essentially just setting up the MC and introductions.
I aim to finish the (start of the) demo by September, but Iāll see how that goes once I start coding.
Weirdest issue for tonight: for some bizarre reason, my brain insists that āneedā in past tense is ānedā.
I am about 3K words away from my finishing my first chapter (still have to edit), a friend who read some of my first design documents offered to draw some of the characters they liked, and Iāve had my first play test with no crash. things are going TOO great for me today
Needard Stark
Applying for scholarships, and there was one for writing a 250 (maximum) short-story centered around the three words; friendship, abrupt, and repair. This is what I came up with for it.
They said a bond like ours would last a lifetime.
As I stand here holding your picture, I canāt help but remember riding on the bus all those years ago. The days we played basketball outside in the rain. All the stupid little fights weād have, and the day after itād be like nothing even happened.
Inseparable. Thatās what they called us.
To be honest, Iām not sure why I brought this photo. Every time I look at it, itās like Iām there with you, wherever you are. Iām not a scholar or a philosopher. Iām not a priest or rabbi and I canāt speak to God, but if I could, Iād tell him to give you back. But I suppose he might answer with, āYou donāt deserve himā. And yāknow what? Heād be right.
There are so many nights now where Iāve thought about doing this and not done it. So many empty bottles that lay on the floor reminding me of how broken losing you has made me. But then I remember the promise I made to you the night of the party, before the accident. Before you were taken. The promise to sober up. It just kills me inside knowing I couldnāt keep it while you were still here.
But Iāll keep it to you in death. Iām here Danny. At rehab. For you⦠For me.
They said a bond like ours would last a lifetime.
Problem is⦠no one knows how long a lifetime lasts.
Best of luck for the scholarship! ![]()
I like that last line.
I have been blessed by such a bond, and had the life of my friend taken from me early in life as well.
I still experience the bond I have with her, even though she is gone. I say āhaveā because the bond is still living with me, and shall continue to live with me until, I too, pass away.
It is a powerful short story you wrote, @ViIsBae , and I thank you for writing something that may convey to others the type of bond I share with my departed friend.
R.I.P Tami, I miss you every day of my life.
