What Type Of Writer Are You?

[WOLVERINE25TH]

I mostly do prose, it goes a lot faster than scripts or screenplays, which I also do. Stories are usually comic-toned. In other words, I write in a style similar to what would appear in a comic...basically just a script fleshed out. Do mostly action and adventure stuff, but do dabble around with other genres.

 

[Arcturus]

I like to write novel length stories, short stories and scripts. The genre I usually enjoy writing is horror, but I also like writing Science Fiction, and also adventure. Most of the time I write original material, but I also write fanfiction somtimes. The reason I like to write, well I find it very relaxing and a way to get ideas onto paper.

 

[eXperiment]

The type of scripts that I write are comedy, science fiction, action, and horror

I never had a talent for romance

 

[Kevin]

i don't do romance, but every story i write always end up with some love crap in it... then it turns into Jerry Springer with all the cheating and stuff... i should really stop watching tv

 

[eXperiment]

no, they sound cool, I would read them

 

[Kevin]

lol... very soon you will. Check out jest city when i finish chapter one.

 

[Kevin]

awesome

 

[Sentinel X]

well i write action/adventure and scifi stories. Although I write those 2 genres I put in practically every genre in my stories.I like writing mainly about the charecter then about the action...my philosiphy(sp) is if your charecters cant hold a story for themselves then the action is not going to make it any better.

I also like writing scripts and novels...but mostly novels...hard work, but in the long run its not as bland as a script can be at times

 

[BATFREDDIE]

You know being detailed is not such a bad thing, it enrichs the story. In regard to descriptions though I would advise trying to give a little detail up front... general kind of information. And then when your characters interact in their environments use the descriptions to allow your readers to see more of what is really right in front of them.

Does that make sense?

It is sort of like introducing a charcter with some basic descriptions about them, maybe little odd physical attributes. But then elaberate on those details and expand on them as well, dropping little things as you go in the story.

And also, don't feel like you have to keep on telling your readers what objects or people or places look like, just go with the flow and when details are needed fit them in. Readers tend to have their own picture of the story regardless of what you see in you head, don't force things on them.

Sorry if you didn't want a big old winded speech, I just got caught up .

Thanks, this was a big help. But I'm afraid I still have a problem with over describing things, but I'm sure I'll get over it eventually, I just have to try a little bit harder.

 

[spdrknight]

Thanks, this was a big help. But I'm afraid I still have a problem with over describing things, but I'm sure I'll get over it eventually, I just have to try a little bit harder.

Practice makes perfect dude, just keep working at it. I am always improving and looking at ways my stuff can grow and be enriched. Always room to grow.

 

[spdrknight]

I also like writing scripts and novels...but mostly novels...hard work, but in the long run its not as bland as a script can be at times

I've also had that feeling, that scripts lack a descriptive value. There is just so much room for the director and actors to play, I don't know it just seems bland at times. Although, don't get me wrong, I like reading scripts... to see where a movie came from.

 

[LadyVader]

fanfic writer.

The lowest of the low.

 

[JTIZZLEVILLE]

I used to be big on writing screenplays. I let people read them and they loved the stories and the way I wrote them, but they said that I elaborated too much on my descriptions (which are suppose to be short and to the point). One person even suggested I try writing a novel because my writing form seemed suited for it.

To be honest, I'm really considering it. I'm just afraid that I'll spend a huge amount of time writing it only to come out with a mediocare story that no one with enjoy.

 

[arachnid-guy]

I can't explain....but i'll give you all an example of my writing. Please, give me some tips or ponters to improve or any general comments! It's a little thing which I worked on over the weekend. Thanks.....oh, and, enjoy. It is about a tainted world...made so by human hands. Argh...i can't explain it too well. Ah well, tis stillin the rough stages.

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The continuous, pounding drumming of the world outside grew even louder.

A bird, perched high on a spire, called out for her companions. They were nowhere to be seen. Lost in an urbanised jungle, possibly choked from the twisting smoke, which barricaded the overcast sky. She did not dwell on such morbid thoughts- instead she ruffled her wings, turned to where she thought the horizon brought hope and flew, free and alive.

***Cars criss-crossed in unison, trains kept moving forward on their one-track mind, cogs and bolts stuttered to a sudden alarm- their role now finished, highways flung humans into anywhere but the supposed heaven above them, the sky was tainted by metal eagles and grass was scorched by humanity’s awake. Rust settled into all corners. Nothing was new.**** (Could be omitted)

Modernised nature was changing. What was once thought the height of modern technology was now obsolete. Change was changing change. Metal smashed glass, like glass bent and broke the wood before it, like wood splintered the flesh of humanity in the beginning. Now, all feet- be it metal or torn flesh was tired and ravaged. Change was nonetheless needed.

 

[Kevin]

I used to be big on writing screenplays. I let people read them and they loved the stories and the way I wrote them, but they said that I elaborated too much on my descriptions (which are suppose to be short and to the point). One person even suggested I try writing a novel because my writing form seemed suited for it.

To be honest, I'm really considering it. I'm just afraid that I'll spend a huge amount of time writing it only to come out with a mediocare story that no one with enjoy.

Even if you fail that's ok. Failing is the first step to Succeeding

 

[Kevin]

I can't explain....but i'll give you all an example of my writing. Please, give me some tips or ponters to improve or any general comments! It's a little thing which I worked on over the weekend. Thanks.....oh, and, enjoy. It is about a tainted world...made so by human hands. Argh...i can't explain it too well. Ah well, tis stillin the rough stages.

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The continuous, pounding drumming of the world outside grew even louder.

A bird, perched high on a spire, called out for her companions. They were nowhere to be seen. Lost in an urbanised jungle, possibly choked from the twisting smoke, which barricaded the overcast sky. She did not dwell on such morbid thoughts- instead she ruffled her wings, turned to where she thought the horizon brought hope and flew, free and alive.

***Cars criss-crossed in unison, trains kept moving forward on their one-track mind, cogs and bolts stuttered to a sudden alarm- their role now finished, highways flung humans into anywhere but the supposed heaven above them, the sky was tainted by metal eagles and grass was scorched by humanity’s awake. Rust settled into all corners. Nothing was new.**** (Could be omitted)

Modernised nature was changing. What was once thought the height of modern technology was now obsolete. Change was changing change. Metal smashed glass, like glass bent and broke the wood before it, like wood splintered the flesh of humanity in the beginning. Now, all feet- be it metal or torn flesh was tired and ravaged. Change was nonetheless needed.

AWESOME. it didn't bore me*thumbs up*

 

[spdrknight]

I can't explain....but i'll give you all an example of my writing. Please, give me some tips or ponters to improve or any general comments! It's a little thing which I worked on over the weekend. Thanks.....oh, and, enjoy. It is about a tainted world...made so by human hands. Argh...i can't explain it too well. Ah well, tis stillin the rough stages.

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The continuous, pounding drumming of the world outside grew even louder.

A bird, perched high on a spire, called out for her companions. They were nowhere to be seen. Lost in an urbanised jungle, possibly choked from the twisting smoke, which barricaded the overcast sky. She did not dwell on such morbid thoughts- instead she ruffled her wings, turned to where she thought the horizon brought hope and flew, free and alive.

***Cars criss-crossed in unison, trains kept moving forward on their one-track mind, cogs and bolts stuttered to a sudden alarm- their role now finished, highways flung humans into anywhere but the supposed heaven above them, the sky was tainted by metal eagles and grass was scorched by humanity’s awake. Rust settled into all corners. Nothing was new.**** (Could be omitted)

Modernised nature was changing. What was once thought the height of modern technology was now obsolete. Change was changing change. Metal smashed glass, like glass bent and broke the wood before it, like wood splintered the flesh of humanity in the beginning. Now, all feet- be it metal or torn flesh was tired and ravaged. Change was nonetheless needed.

Very interesting, your descriptions are very well done and rich. Are you planning to go further with this or was it just a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing that may not go any further?

 

[spdrknight]

I used to be big on writing screenplays. I let people read them and they loved the stories and the way I wrote them, but they said that I elaborated too much on my descriptions (which are suppose to be short and to the point). One person even suggested I try writing a novel because my writing form seemed suited for it.

To be honest, I'm really considering it. I'm just afraid that I'll spend a huge amount of time writing it only to come out with a mediocare story that no one with enjoy.

You know I read something Stephen King wrote about writing, it was in a prologue for The Gunslinger, and he said that sometimes it is best to just push through the writing process and don't second guess yourself. King said not to worry about whether your characters are boring or interesting, whether the plot is something that is amazing. Just write.

I would say the same thing, just do your thing and worry later. Short stories and even novellas are easy, a novel takes time and love. I know this first hand and completing the work feels great.

 

[arachnid-guy]

Very interesting, your descriptions are very well done and rich. Are you planning to go further with this or was it just a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing that may not go any further?

wow, thank you very much!

erm...there is a bit more. I kinda had it planned for a long time but it was only finalised last week. If you want, i'll post some more this weekend.

 

[spdrknight]

^If you want some opinons I am sure if it is posted then a few people will comment and lend a hand.

 

[Rambaldi]

I write screenplays and novels mostly. I only let one of my friends read my novels, and another read my screenplays. I actually showed the one my final scene to a screenplay I am starting. (C the thread I just posted.) She said it made her cry, but the problem is... and it goes for both screenplays and novels, I either cant start my stories, or I start them sooo well that in the middle they become crap.
I tried writing this 10 page outline to my last novel but as I got about 3 chapters in I started to hate it. Mostly because I had planned the 2nd one already and just wanted to get to that so fast that it wrote crap just to fill the pages. I really hate it when that happens.

 

[JTIZZLEVILLE]

I write screenplays and novels mostly. I only let one of my friends read my novels, and another read my screenplays. I actually showed the one my final scene to a screenplay I am starting. (C the thread I just posted.) She said it made her cry, but the problem is... and it goes for both screenplays and novels, I either cant start my stories, or I start them sooo well that in the middle they become crap.
I tried writing this 10 page outline to my last novel but as I got about 3 chapters in I started to hate it. Mostly because I had planned the 2nd one already and just wanted to get to that so fast that it wrote crap just to fill the pages. I really hate it when that happens.

the problem is that your characters aren't coming alive for you. if you can't believe in your characters then how can the reader or audience believe them?

here is something i do, once i figure up all the major characters in my script and kind of think through what i would like them to look like i then find a celebraty who could play them and print a picture of them off. this just gives me something tangible to look at when i'm imagining the story.

trust me, you can fall in love with your characters. when this happens its actually a struggle to end a script because you don't want the charaters to go away.

 

[sandwraith]

Is it okay to advertise here?

 

[squeekness]

Well anyone who has peeked at the stuff I've posted here in this forum or have read my big huge epic can see that I've got a really fleshed out story. I'm like the guy a few posts back who said he starts out with an outline. I say to myself, this is what I want to happen and then I build the bridges and structure to get me there.

I like a lot of detail, nothing bugs me more than trying to read something where the author just assumes you get it when you don't. I like to know what kind of room I am in and what the characters are feeling. I also perfer to wait and make sure I have a pretty clean piece of work before I post it -- do I have spelling errors, bad grammer, or missing words? Gotta fix those before I move on. I find it difficult to wade thru someone's first draft, I wouldn't want anyone to have to wade through mine. It's better to delay a post and have a nice easy to read peice go up than to rush to get your idea out there only to lose readership because it's so badly assembled it's too hard to wade through.

I prefer prose over scripts for the reasons I've stated above. I like the detail and the immersion of prose where I don't have to work as hard to visualize in my mind what's going on.

 

[arachnid-guy]

HERE IS THE 2nd PART AFTER MY ORIGINAL POST!

As always...please feel free to criticise as you wish...also ideas. Thanks

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The continuous, pounding drumming of the world outside grew even louder.

A bird, perched high on a spire, called out for her companions. They were nowhere to be seen. Lost in an urbanised jungle, possibly choked from the twisting smoke, which barricaded the overcast sky. She did not dwell on such morbid thoughts- instead she ruffled her wings, turned to where she thought the horizon brought hope and flew, free and alive.

Cars criss-crossed in unison, trains kept moving forward on their one-track mind, cogs and bolts stuttered to a sudden alarm- their role now finished, highways flung humans into anywhere but the supposed heaven above them, the sky was tainted by metal eagles and grass was scorched by humanity’s awake. Rust settled into all corners. Nothing was new.

Modernised nature was changing. What was once thought the height of modern technology was now obsolete. Change was changing change. Metal smashed glass, like glass bent and broke the wood before it, like wood splintered the flesh of humanity in the beginning. Now, all feet- be it metal or torn flesh was tired and ravaged. Change was nonetheless needed.

(2nd part)

Gazing out across the darkening skies of this constricting, mechanised world outside his window, Albert Fortes gasped for breath and pressed his clammy hand to his fragile heart, soothing the searing pain momentarily. Glorious relief, he thought, until the gripping pain returned, but that moment was enough for him.

No, I cannot possibly ask that. It is too soon. Too soon after…

Pressing his hand to the faint window, he let a tear fall from his left eye, drop down his pulsating cheeks and dribble off his quivering chin. Breathing in a sharp intake of pre-heated air, he gathered all his strength for the question he wanted to know ever since his life fell apart and crumbled under the weight of his crude, almost child-like whimpering. He whimpered a silent pain.

I must. I must. I have to.

His voice, gravely and raspy, slowly spoke the words that would forever forge his future henceforth.

‘What should I do to make things right again?’

A voice, deep and mysterious replied solemnly. His tone guided Albert like a moth to a flame, a pipe to a piper.

‘Nothing. That is the key. Do nothing, and everything you once lost will come flooding back to your red-raw hands’.

Albert nodded- no words were needed now.

He finally understood.