It's come to my attention that we have not only a steady growth of new subscribers to 'the sciforums' but that slowly more and more of them are arriving. Lykan and I have exchanged private messages, Dragon Stone, in his profile, appears to be interested in writing, Cactus has told me he believes that he is a 'good writer.' I don't doubt that there are others here that are interested in writing or write on their own, so I've created this thread to showcase what we've done and comment on various aspects of what we've created.
Me, personally, I'm a sucker for good science fiction and fantasy, but genre really makes no difference to me as long as what's written is powerful and engaging. Hopefully what I've done will at least get me there eventually.
After a good deal of thought I've formulated the first amateur law of writing:
-No matter how good you are or how good you think you are, you are never the perfect writer, you can always evolve into something better, until you take your last breath you will never reach the pinnacle of expressing a story.
-Keep writing. Never stop, do it every single day.
-Read what others recommend, because more often than not what they do recommend may be really above and beyond excellent, and to learn how to write you have to read what has already set the standard in writing.
For this thread, I'm really going to insist that only constructive criticism is given with solid points to back up any criticisms at all, negative or positive. I'm in a study hall right now, I wish I could post some of my latest stuff.
Edit to add: I'm going to start up an excersize. Describe someone in a hot desert. After all, in scifi at least, most great stories have a desert in them.
He didn't know how long he had been there, didn't care, it didn't matter, was not integral to his survival. The intense sun had burned away what was left of his sight, all he could see was blinding white during the day and sickening black, an ocean of black rolling over itself during the chilly night. There was nothing to see anyway, all around him in every direction there was nothing but flat, untouched sand, sand that was almost like a thick liquid, so that even a single step brought agony to his overworked muscles and aching bones. He could feel his joints creaking and grinding back and forth, back and forth, again and again in a pattern he had grown to despise. His breathing became strained, he coughed from the dry air more than he inhaled, and soon the man collapsed in the sand, stretching out his wire thin body to the sun, ready to dry to a crisp human shaped raisin.
Me, personally, I'm a sucker for good science fiction and fantasy, but genre really makes no difference to me as long as what's written is powerful and engaging. Hopefully what I've done will at least get me there eventually.
After a good deal of thought I've formulated the first amateur law of writing:
-No matter how good you are or how good you think you are, you are never the perfect writer, you can always evolve into something better, until you take your last breath you will never reach the pinnacle of expressing a story.
-Keep writing. Never stop, do it every single day.
-Read what others recommend, because more often than not what they do recommend may be really above and beyond excellent, and to learn how to write you have to read what has already set the standard in writing.
For this thread, I'm really going to insist that only constructive criticism is given with solid points to back up any criticisms at all, negative or positive. I'm in a study hall right now, I wish I could post some of my latest stuff.
Edit to add: I'm going to start up an excersize. Describe someone in a hot desert. After all, in scifi at least, most great stories have a desert in them.
He didn't know how long he had been there, didn't care, it didn't matter, was not integral to his survival. The intense sun had burned away what was left of his sight, all he could see was blinding white during the day and sickening black, an ocean of black rolling over itself during the chilly night. There was nothing to see anyway, all around him in every direction there was nothing but flat, untouched sand, sand that was almost like a thick liquid, so that even a single step brought agony to his overworked muscles and aching bones. He could feel his joints creaking and grinding back and forth, back and forth, again and again in a pattern he had grown to despise. His breathing became strained, he coughed from the dry air more than he inhaled, and soon the man collapsed in the sand, stretching out his wire thin body to the sun, ready to dry to a crisp human shaped raisin.
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). Is there a reason that you don't like description? Unless you're writing a script then it seems a litte, shall I say, mandatory to a book, for instance.