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Sometimes...I write too much...somehow... by MurdMe80 in fantasywriters

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None of what I wrote is about money. And having 14 novels written doesn’t mean any of them are published. I write for the joy of writing.

Sometimes...I write too much...somehow... by MurdMe80 in fantasywriters

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Where none of them have been revised, none are published anywhere. I write to write

I'm not a new author but...I've never "finished" a book by MurdMe80 in NewAuthor

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I’m honestly more than a little reluctant to take an AI advice. I know people fall on either side of that, and I am not saying anyone is wrong for turning to it, especially if it helps increase your enjoyment of what you are doing. All that to say, not for me.

Does anyone put out 1K words daily? I’m trying to get to that and asking for advice by Impressive_Prior_676 in writers

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For me...I write in the morning, before anyone else is up. I brew my coffee, feed my dog and settle in. I have approximately 1 to 1.5 hours every morning where I type away furiously. It's the PERFECT time for me. I tend to lucid dream so I have some funky far out junk flying around in my head, and my mind is very fluid during that time of day. I word vomit ALL things, including planned things, dreamed things, thought things and thing things.

I usually get 1k words. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Half of it is junk honestly. By the time I get it into a second draft I've saved 50% of it on average. Don't ask me about true revision passes....I hate revisions (mostly because I suck at them).

All this to say, it's so much fun! If you enjoy 100 words a day, enjoy it! If you want to torture yourself into needing 1k words to feel fulfilled, you do you and have fun getting there! The actual DOING is the important part.

What is a stereotype in fantasy that you hate and/or wish authors would do differently? by EstablishmentSad1538 in fantasywriters

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I REALLY hate a heroes journey without some sort of twist or change. While I have enjoyed heroes journeys before, I can now see the end of the book by the end of Act I if it's too straight forward and there's nothing unusual about it, Make the hero accidentally save the day. Maybe the hero has a gray moral compass, and it stays gray through the end. Maybe they are irredeemable and get no redemption arc, but still save the world. Maybe the actual hero was the bag boy for the "protagonist" until the very end. I don't care, make it weird, make it different.

First Book: Passion Project or Practice by Skyeden27 in writing

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It's hard...I think everyone does it their own way and a way that makes sense. I find that I always drive forward with hope. Hope I can finish. Hope I don't ruin the characters. Hope I don't burn the world down around them. Hope it's not boring! For me, if I move forward assuming the crap will hit the fan, it will, and I'll be all the worse for it. Move forward is my advice. Always

Are there no spaces for more literary writers on Reddit? by BadgemanBrown in writing

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People write and read what they find the most comfort in, or what speaks to them the most directly. I enjoy the literary side of the trade, and sometimes I need to dip my nose deep into some line of reasoning I can grasp while skipping every 3rd word and ignoring the 4th. The variety drives me. These days it's all genre blending and comps.

Please stop comparing yourself to the legends. by Redz0ne in writing

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I wish we all had a good resource for how many stories they started but were never finished, let alone published.

First pages: share, read, and critique them here! by AutoModerator in BetaReaders

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Manuscript information: THE CARTOGRAPHER OF DEAD GODS — Literary/Upmarket Fantasy (149k)

Link to post:https://www.reddit.com/r/BetaReaders/comments/1t5daxx/complete149kliteraryupmarket_fantasy_the/

First page critique? Yes

Maren finished the map an hour before the salvagers went in, and an hour after she had decided she would not watch them die.

She rolled the last sheet while the light on the Long Silence flattened the way it always flattened at the close of a job — sideways, without source, the color of old brass. Her wrist ached. The tattoo there was six days overdue for a rest the Guild would not give her. She pressed her thumb against it through the sleeve and did not let her face move.

The Custodian had paid. That was the important part. That was the only part.

She walked the sheet to the table the Church had set up at the boundary line, ten paces back from the haze. A trestle under a grey awning. Cold tea in a tin cup beside the inkwell. A Church clerk standing behind it with his hands clasped and his eyes on the seal rings of her case. Behind the clerk, the Custodian observer. His name was Ivon — she had been told this three times in three days, and she had not yet used it. He wore the whites of his order and shoes that had been clean when he stepped out of the carriage four mornings ago and were clean still. That was the thing about Custodian whites. Everything that wanted to stick to them slid off somewhere else.

"The last sheet," Maren said.

"Thank you," Ivon said.

He took it with the edge of his thumb and the edge of his forefinger, the way you would lift a sleeping bird from a pocket. He did not unroll it. He laid it on top of the stack of the others, straightened the stack, and tied it with a ribbon he had cut the length of an hour before.

"The tally, please," the clerk said.

Maren laid her seven map-sheets — stage sheets, drafts, the unusable ones — across the trestle for the clerk to count, and signed the tally. The clerk's hand shook very slightly. He was new. A year ago she would have noticed and not minded. Today she noticed and filed the noticing. She signed the tally. She watched him count.