We all love to read, but how about... writing?

[freezair]

Reading isn't difficult. (Not for us, at least. ) But I know writing can be a different matter entirely. So, how are you at writing? Any good? Do you like to write?

My position can be summed up in the words of Isaac Asimov. "I write for the same reason I breathe. Because if I didn't, I would die." I love to write, and I'm pretty good at it to boot! I'm actually working on my first novel "write" now (*is smote*), which is pretty ambitious of me. I'd call it a little under half finished. It's gonna be huge when it's done, but it'll be good, I hope!

It's a modern fantasy. It's sort of like Harry Potter in that there are mages secretly living among ordinary mortal humans, and a lot of it takes place at a school that teachs magic. (But it doesn't just teach magic, though. It also has all your standard, run-of-the-mill classes, and students can take any combination of ordinary and fantastic that they like. Usually.) But plotwise, as well as attitude-wise, and the way that magic is set up, it's nothing like Harry Potter. For one thing, my mages act like ordinary people. For example, we meet the most imporant living mage in the United States in Chapter 1, at his job--taking tickets at the movie theater he and his wife own. XD It also incoporates elements of sci-fi by having alien mages from other planets--which I admit was inspired by Diane Duane. And a LOT of my magic and especially magical creatures have firm roots in science. I could tell you exactly why dragons are actually descendents of birds here, but I won't. As for what the book is actually about? It's about four young mages who accidentally set off a chain reaction of disasters that opens the usually impregnable James Falconer Academy, located in scenic Tir-na-nOg, to attack from the outside world. This lets in an incredibly nasty and ancient magical word, whose restless spirit is looking for a host. And he finds one in the unlikeliest place, turning the Academy into a battleground between the forces of good and evil... a bitter, unorganized, beauracratic Good that refuses to act and a saccharine, holy Evil that seems more like a Crusade than anything else. And stuck in the middle? The word and its host. I get chills just thinking about it!

So what'cha workin' on, huh? Tell us your stories! What should we look out for on our shelves in the future? Or, if you're not good at writing, share some stories of Writer's block and milk us for sympathy. Or tell us what you'd like to write about. Maybe we can help each other out!

[deepwaters]

Thats so cool, but I'm not very good at writing. I can start with something good, but then in the middle I loose track of my plot and simply forget the whole thing xD

[ovumture]

LoL sounds interesting ^^

I actually have a lot of projects that I alternate on. Mainly right now I am writing a story that is a bit hard to explain. Especially considering it's a little iffy on subject matter. It's a socio-political piece, really, about a group of friends that all have something in common - or question if they do. Hard to explain without bringing up the subject matter, but I am unsure if it's appropriate to talk about

I think it's probably influenced in style by Candace Bushnell, a little, but as far as content goes... It's completely inspired by my life and the lives of my friends. Every single solitary story has at least some basis in fact. I've just sort of taken them and expanded on them, twisted them, and entwined them with social and political commentary

The other main thing I'm working on is actually a graphic novel of sorts with a friend of mine. Also a crazy subject matter. But more influenced by comics like Venus Envy and Boy Meets Boy.

And then there's the project that I always seem to have on the back burner. Technically, I've been working on it since I was around seven or eight. You'd think I'd have it finished in twelve years, but it evolves as I do It's fantasy, a trilogy of sorts, and I wish I could talk about it more but a) you're probably tired of me talking by now and b) i have to go home night

[lilsnowshoe]

I love writing, but... I suck at it. ^_^; Still, I lurve doing it anyway.

Right now, I'm actually working on a series called "Wind-up Wind". Cheesy eh? Anyhoo, it's getting late. I'll tell you guys about it a bit later.

[lilsnowshoe]

I love writing, but... I suck at it. ^_^; Still, I lurve doing it anyway.

Right now, I'm actually working on a series called "Wind-up Wind". Cheesy eh? Anyhoo, it's getting late. I'll tell you guys about it a bit later.

[lostmemory]

I'm not alone... but I have to get on the ball. I have 3 stories I'm working on. One I'm rewriting to give to my friend's publisher, and that one I call, 8 Days. Another one is Judgment's Cross, I put one of my "fan art" up. Here's the link: amzbookclub.proboards79.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=1132016438 . The last one is almost like Harry Potter. It's called Faith.

8 Days there is a little saying I wrote for this... "For eight days, the Moon will hide from the Sun. In the dark of the sadness, the shadows will rise."

Judgment's Cross, it's a fantasy too, and it's like the Apocalypse, you know the last battle between Heaven and Hell.

[lostmemory]

Oops, accidentally pushed the enter button -smacks herself with one of her really thick, hard books-

Faith is somewhat like Harry Potter like I said. Only, there are no wizards and witches. It's more like X-Men, in a way, but only one power, the power to see and travel to the spirit world. Well, Amellia McLeigh (love her name) is one of these people who have this power, and learns how to controll this power. She finds out that this school she goes to has a secret that needs to keep hiden from the world, and some odd reason, it has something to do with her.

[freezair]

Oooh--those sound like awesomeness, Ocean! I also think "Wind-Up Wind" is a very intriguing title; not cheesy at all! And ohemgee Ovie, Boy Meets Boy is one of my best friend's favorite webcomics. He reads it all the time anyway. I also think political pieces are quite interesting.

A smallish sampling of my writing. So you can see what it's like, one, and two so I can open the window and goad myself into working on it. XD



The wyrm had righted itself, and was strewn in reptilian coils over the bottom of its cage. It couldn’t balance on its miniscule limbs very well, and still felt too tired to hover properly. But its head was poised and not lolling; its jaw was kept firmly shut. Its eyes centered hungrily on Radston as he came in. Even in its animal way it was still bright enough to remember his face. The smell of rubber wrapping his hands was not thick enough to mask the flowery perfume he applied to his wrists, which it could still see pressing into the tawny shells of its eggs and thieving them away.

What do you want of me now? its gaze seemed to challenge. Radston smirked at it. “There now. Are we feeling better this afternoon, my dear?”

It keened shrilly at him, raptorlike. “Good, good. Glad to hear it. I was worried that you weren’t feeling up to working today. You… aren’t, are you?”

The wyrm wailed.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” Radston said cheekily. “Ah. Good. Always good to see my operatives in tip-top shape. Can’t have my fine employees coming in to work sick. You know, just yesterday, I saw this poor little messenger come in, and—you should have seen this fellow—flushed in the face, eyes swollen and watery, nose dripping like a faulty faucet; could have cooked a marshmallow over his head. I tell you, this poor kid was sick as a dog! And he has the audacity to tell me it’s just ‘a little cold.’ A little cold! I ask of you! Well, I sent him home of course. Even bought him a bottle of orange juice to take home with him. I told him—I said to him, ‘You can never get enough vitamin C when you’re sick.’ And this sweet little fellow; he looks up at me and says, ‘Thank you, Sir.’ Honest as you please! Not brown-nosing at all! I tell you, you can’t buy that kind of devotion. You have to earn it. You have to have you ethics.”

The wyrm made a sudden leap for the bars of its cage, spearing its beak through the bars as far as it would go and snapping threateningly. It attempted to slash through with a claw, though it was too short for the swipe to be at all frightening. The look in its bestial eyes was bitter. Stop toying with me, you! it screeched.

“Well, really, now,” Radston said, huffing with offense. “I don’t really care how healthy you are; that attitude will get you nowhere. You’ve got to look on the bright side of things for once. Like the bucket full of nice, tasty fish I’ve got for you here…” He finished in sing-song.

The wyrm had smelled the fish, of course. With the imperfect eyesight common to most reptiles, it relied on its sense of smell very often. Its tongue flicked in and out with temptation, but it knew from experience to be wary. Radston never gave free lunch. There was always a price to be paid. The fact that it was almost never fed otherwise made it need the food, but it could survive for some time without it if it stayed inactive.

Radston reached down into the pail he was carrying and grasped a meaty fish by its back fin, keeping it at such a distance from him as he lifted it that it was easy to see how distasteful he found the exercise. He choked as he spoke. “See? Yummy, delicious, (unbearably foul-smelling) fish… all for yooou… don’t you want some?”

Of course it wanted some. It wanted some unbearably badly. But it knew not to be so swift to accept his present. For his small gratuity, he always demanded some immense charity worth many times more the price he paid for it. It cawed mutedly, as if to forge a negotiation, asking cynically, And what do you expect in return?

[sciroko]

I love writing although I don't think I'm all that good at it. I get compliments all the time on what I've written, though.

I'm a big AMZ roleplayer and I actually did start a Fan Fic from Case Closed/Detective Conan. I only did one chapter and got good reviews and people saying that they hope I'd get the next chapter up soon but.. I never did. I had so many different ways for the story to go and I couldn't choose one so I just dropped it.

I've thought about attempting to write a short story and novel but I'm not too strong on imagination. I always find that I get what I think of from something else I've read or seen. And I can't use those.. So then I brain storm on new ideas and I never get any XD.

Oh, well. I'll write something sooner or later with a strong storyline that won't fall apart. I NEED AMZ BACK. My roleplaying's getting rusty. )

[deepwaters]

I started to roleplay, but then I sort of got overwhelmed by all the incredibly good 5 paragraph long posters out there, so now I only get on occasionaly. I roleplay on neopets a lot just because theres a lot of different styles to choose from. ;P

[Ocean]

hmm... -runs off to start a writing board-