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[Corker]

tklivory wrote...

Also, would anyone be interested in listing their project on the front page? Just wondering...

tklivory, you know my Page of Many Many Assorted Things.  Is that what you mean by "project"? Or do you mean only current WIPs? 

[Sialater]

tklivory wrote...

Sweet! Received the PM. I also have already updated my 'front page' post (the third one in the thread) with David Gaider's blog concerning FF.

I will update my 'front page' post with a new article once a week, and then maintain an archival blog on BSN with a link of all the writing articles so that people can peruse them as they wish. (although that won't get created until I update the post *wink*). The archival blog, once it's created, will also be link from the front page post.

Also, would anyone be interested in listing their project on the front page? Just wondering...

Dragon Age only or....?

Or was this covered and I slept through it?

[tklivory]

Corker wrote...

tklivory wrote...

Also, would anyone be interested in listing their project on the front page? Just wondering...

tklivory, you know my Page of Many Many Assorted Things.  Is that what you mean by "project"? Or do you mean only current WIPs? 

For the purposes of this thread, I had envisioned either:

1) A current WIP (this can be updated as desired via PM to me)

-or-

2) A work that you particularly want feedback and/or concrit on (not necessarily a WIP) - (and again, this could be updated as desired via PM to me)

Since the focus of this thread is on writing, I thought it would be helpful for people to be able to highlight their current 'projects', since then we could bug each other keep each other accountable for our ongoing works.


@Sialater - No, I don't see this as Dragon Age only stuff.  Maybe we should keep it to Dragon Age (given the nature of the parent forum) only if we directly post stories themselves (i.e., copy/pasta the body of the story directly into this thread)?  But if it's a link, no I don't see a problem with having non-Dragon Age stuff.  It doesn't even have to be FF - as long as it is your *own* writing, I would think that would best fit the nature of the thread.  After all, there is *far* more to writing than Dragon Age... right? 

Anyway, those are my thoughts on the matter...

[Corker]

So, this is different from the bio/user profile request on the previous page?

[BevH]

Argghhh!!! I have no "sacrificial lambs" to link. My current story is a WIP and I've not posted it anywhere. The only one that I have finished is sort of set in the Baldur's Gate setting.

[tklivory]

Corker wrote...

So, this is different from the bio/user profile request on the previous page?

No, it's part of it.  To whit:

The bio/user profile (as tentatively suggested) would be as follows:

Name: BSN username  (and other sites usernames, like FF.net, as you wish to be listed)
Location of works: Link to BSN thread (link to other sites as you wish to have listed) (Anonymous reviews allowed: YES/NO)
Current ongoing project: Name of current ongoing project (and link, if provided)
Favorite story I've written: Name of favorite story you've written (and link, if provided - please?)
Favorite story I've read: Name of favorite story/work/book you've read (and link, if appropriate) 


I see the Current ongoing project as being either the WIP or the work that you'd like feedback/concrit on.  Perhaps have a line item for both?  Hmmm... Like I said, 'tis an idea I'd love to implement, but I'm open to suggestions on how best to go about it.

The main goals:

As a reader, I just would love to have a place to go if I read a post and think 'huh, I'd love to read their stuff!'.

As a writer, it would also be neat to be able to highlight that *one* project that I'd like to have feedback/whatever for, or just to show people what I'm currently working on so that they can hound me keep me accountable to work on it

Not everybody would have to provide that info, but I just thought it would be neat if there were a place to post it that is centrally located and easy to find.  Threads can quickly get bogged down in the pages!

The Favorite story stuff is just for fun, but I thought it'd be cool to see what other people like about their own work and what they like in other people's work!

[Klidi]

ColorMeSuprised wrote...

BlazePT wrote...

Ah, I am also writing a novel! Do you know Haruki Murakami? I found myself influenced by his style that I wanted to create something so real but at the same time mysterious! I already have the cover and the title:

A boy gets caught in a thunderstom with his father and a random bolt splits the boy in half, metaphoricallyspeaking that is. So he starts to live in two worlds, ours (normal) and his. Talking to cats it's just plain normal among other things that he recalls, a candy dealer? Why not? A motherly prostitute? Why not? An astronaut? I know I am sounding all over the place but it is solid, although I am afraid of the outcome...

I studied Japanese literatur, so of course I know Haruki Murakami. Though I'm more a fan of Dazai Osamu. He inspired me a lot. Unfortunately, he was mentally unstable, which pretty much showed in his writing.

Your novel sounds very intresting. I would like to read it, but I cannot speak Portuguese.

Ditto! Murakami is one of my favourite writers. I'm now reading his Windbird Chronicle. And any novel influenced by him, sounds good to me. But I can't speak Portugese, either.
Dazai Osamu... he wrote Disqualified from being human, right? I loved that book.
Also, CMS, can you recommend any interesting current German author? I decided that this year will be Year of European Authors for me, because I realised that I know perhaps ten authors (besides British - I studied English literature). It's a shame, but the only living German author I've read is Patrick Suskind.

Tklivory, weekly article is a great idea. But can they be also older articles? I mean, if I know an article that was published a year ago, can I still PM it? 

And, shall we start with the first week of concrit? I suggest the story Alluvial Solace by the wonderful founder of The Writers Louge, Tryynity.

[Corker]

tklivory wrote...

As a writer, it would also be neat to be able to highlight that *one* project that I'd like to have feedback/whatever for, or just to show people what I'm currently working on so that they can hound me keep me accountable to work on it

I have to think that over, then.  I like the feedback possibility, hate the accountabilty aspect.

[tklivory]

Klidi wrote...

It's a shame, but the only living German author I've read is Patrick Suskind.

OMG, but I love Das Parfum so much!

Also, is Michael Ende still alive?  He wrote The Neverending Story...

Klidi wrote...

Tklivory, weekly article is a great idea. But can they be also older articles? I mean, if I know an article that was published a year ago, can I still PM it?

Absolutely!  I hardly think we've all read all articles about writing on the whole interwebz!  Heck, you could send me a link to writing tips by Mark Twain and I'll post it!

I just envision it to be: if anyone sees a great writing article (past or present), PM me a link.  I'll maintain a list of all the links sent to me, and update the front page once a week with one.  If that list of links gets low, I'll sound the alarm in the thread and ask for some more article suggestions.

Once that week passes, I'll put the link under 'discussed' articles in an archival blog so that people can go back and find the links after the week is over (since the front page will only directly link to the 'article of the week').

Klidi wrote...

And, shall we start with the first week of concrit? I suggest the story Alluvial Solace by the wonderful founder of The Writers Louge, Tryynity.

The link to this story is on my 'front page' post, the third post in the thread on page one.  I'll also try to maintain the current sacrificial lamb concrit story in that post as well.

Hmmm, though we still need to figure out how to pick the sacrifical lamb concrit story o' the week for future weeks...

[tklivory]

Corker wrote...

tklivory wrote...

As a writer, it would also be neat to be able to highlight that *one* project that I'd like to have feedback/whatever for, or just to show people what I'm currently working on so that they can hound me keep me accountable to work on it

I have to think that over, then.  I like the feedback possibility, hate the accountabilty aspect.

Well, we can specifiy whether or not you want to be asked about that kind of thing.

For instance:

Feedback welcome: (Yes/No)
Bug me about it: (Yes/No)

Maybe not those words, but ya know.   Some people like the knowledge that others are 'waiting' for the next chapter, others feel that is an unnecessary burden.  We could also excise that aspect of it entirely, and concentrate on merely emphasizing what is currently being worked on.

As I said, I'm open to all suggestions on how to help the Community of Writers here on BSN really click together.  Please tell me if you have additional ideas, or what you don't like about mine.  Brainstorm power! *fistbump*

[Corker]

II think if you're going to the trouble of maintaining the list, you should just go ahead and rotate through the listed stories that have updated since the last time they got concrit.

[tklivory]

Corker wrote...

II think if you're going to the trouble of maintaining the list, you should just go ahead and rotate through the listed stories that have updated since the last time they got concrit.

Hmmm, that could work.  Although I'd still like the ability to be able to put in an ad hoc story, or a one-shot story that may not be listed as a WIP?  Hmmmmm... *think think think*

[Corker]

Then... maintain a list of participants rather than stories and use a pick, pass or play system?

Announce (in thread or via PM) when someone's got a turn coming up.

They can then *pick* someone else's work to review, simply *pass* their turn to the next participant, or elect to *play* and have their own work reviewed. (Sorry, it comes from campfire singalong usage, where 'play' means you perform.)

They post or PM you back, and you're good to go.

[Bethadots]

Mahati wrote...
Besides fanfiction, Has anyone here had their writing published? Just curious! 

I have an author page on amazon! 
It's not much of one though, I have one short story in one book, lulz.

[ColorMeSuprised]

Bethadots wrote...
I have an author page on amazon! 
It's not much of one though, I have one short story in one book, lulz.

It's more than I have.

Klidi wrote...
Dazai Osamu... he wrote Disqualified from being human, right? I loved that book.
Also, CMS, can you recommend any interesting current German author? I decided that this year will be Year of European Authors for me, because I realised that I know perhaps ten authors (besides British - I studied English literature). It's a shame, but the only living German author I've read is Patrick Suskind.

I had to think about it a little but with "Disqualified from being human" you mean "No longer human" right? :happy: Yeah, it's from Dazai. After I read his books I really wrote something... strange. I wrote a story form inside the brain of a person in black and white and used colors to portrait the persons growth and such, difficult to explain but I never wrote something like that again. I think I translated it into English. Maybe I will find it somewhere.

With current authors do you mean still living authors? I enjoied the books of Maeve Carels, especially the book "Schneewittchens Unschuld" (Snow whites Innocence). There is this book "Feuchtgebiete" by Charlotte Roche which I don't like but many say it's a "must read". Or if you are more interested in older literature I guess you should read Friedrich Dürrenmatt. I liked his book "Besuch der alten Dame". "Unterm Rad" by Herman Hesse is a good book as well. The first three acts are very cynicall. I love that. Don't read Ulrich Plenzdorf. Even though you will hear a lot that he was a brilliant author, he was only someone who wanted to glorify loitering, in my opinion.

Hm... I guess it would be easier if you tell me what you are looking for in German books and I will let you know. Oh, and please do tell me which era you prefer; classic, sturm and drang etc. That will help me a lot in finding something for you.

Hah, I guess Das Parfüm by Patrick Süskind is pretty well known since it had been adapted to a movie. It's school literature as well, so we HAVE to read it in school.

tklivory wrote...
OMG, but I love Das Parfum so much!

Also, is Michael Ende still alive?  He wrote The Neverending Story...

Michael Ende died in 1995. But he wrote many good books which one way or another have inspired a lot of different works outside Germany. He wrote many children's books.

If you liked Michael Ende maybe Erich Kästner would be something for you as well? He wrote "The Flying classroom" and "Lottie and Lisa" and "Conference of the animals" (I tell you, it's really difficult fo find all the English names for the books and "Conference of the animals" is a translation by me, for I can't find the English title...).

Modifié par ColorMeSuprised, 03 février 2012 - 09:32 .

[Sialater]

Holy crap! I remember Lottie and Lisa!

It was one of my faves growing up!

[Klidi]

ColorMeSuprised wrote...
I had to think about it a little but with "Disqualified from being human" you mean "No longer human" right? :happy: Yeah, it's from Dazai. After I read his books I really wrote something... strange. I wrote a story form inside the brain of a person in black and white and used colors to portrait the persons growth and such, difficult to explain but I never wrote something like that again. I think I translated it into English. Maybe I will find it somewhere.

Yes, that's it. I didn't know the title of the English translation. And please find that story! I'd love to read it.

ColorMeSuprised wrote...
With current authors do you mean still living authors? I enjoied the books of Maeve Carels, especially the book "Schneewittchens Unschuld" (Snow whites Innocence). There is this book "Feuchtgebiete" by Charlotte Roche which I don't like but many say it's a "must read".

Maeve Carels, noted.
Charlotte Roche... oh, I thought she was British. Silly me. I've read Wetlands. That was... a weird book. Some scenes really made me sick and took me a while to get over all the pervy stuff and to notice the main character and everything that she tried to hide behind the pervy mask... Though I have to say, if I didn't have a good training with Zev, I wouldn't  make it. It wasn't bad, it definitely left a lasting impression on me, but I wouldn't say it's a must read.

ColorMeSuprised wrote...
Or if you are more interested in older literature I guess you should read Friedrich Dürrenmatt. I liked his book "Besuch der alten Dame". "Unterm Rad" by Herman Hesse is a good book as well. The first three acts are very cynicall. I love that. Don't read Ulrich Plenzdorf. Even though you will hear a lot that he was a brilliant author, he was only someone who wanted to glorify loitering, in my opinion.

Yeah I know Hesse and Durrenmantt, though from Durenmatt I've read plays. The Visit of the Old Lady, I really like that one.

ColorMeSuprised wrote...
Hm... I guess it would be easier if you tell me what you are looking for in German books and I will let you know. Oh, and please do tell me which era you prefer; classic, sturm and drang etc. That will help me a lot in finding something for you.

Hah, I guess Das Parfüm by Patrick Süskind is pretty well known since it had been adapted to a movie. It's school literature as well, so we HAVE to read it in school.

I read Das Parfum for the first time long before the move - I saw it in the bookstore, read the first page describing the smell of the fish market and immediately bought it. But the movie was surprisingly good. (I never expect much from movie adaptations).

What I'm looking for are authors that are interesting, like to experiment, bring something new. Even if they're weird like Roche.

Modifié par Klidi, 03 février 2012 - 10:41 .

[BlazePT]

Dazai Osamu, thanks for the suggestion!
Hey, what are your opinions regarding the Kindle? Just curious.

[Mahati]

Thank you for updating the front page, tklivory! Wish I hadn't missed the discussion there *sigh*

@BlazePT: No idea what it's like, yet xD

[ColorMeSuprised]

BlazePT wrote...

Dazai Osamu, thanks for the suggestion!
Hey, what are your opinions regarding the Kindle? Just curious.

If you are interested in Japanese literature I would recommend Natsume Sōseki (I am a cat) and Akutagawa Ryūnosuke (The nose) as well. Akutagawa has really strange stories. If you read "The nose" you will most certainly understand. Natsume is a well known author, so I think you have heard about him a few times. Then there is Mori Ōgai (Maihime) and Nagai Kafū (Geisha in rivalry). Maybe you like a few of their novels/short stories. I hope so.

And about Kindle: Well, I prefer to have a book in my hand. Though I will not deny that a Kindle might be handy.

Klidi wrote...
Yes, that's it. I didn't know the title of the English translation. And please find that story! I'd love to read it.

Well, I found it. Am I allowed to post it here? I read it through once more, it's been a few years (four I think) that I translated it, so... uhm... There might be minor (or major) mistakes and all... If I shouldn't post it here please do tell me and I will erase it from my post. :happy:

λαβύρινθος
(Labyrinthos)

He was inside a bright room, his knees tightly embraced, face pressed against them, the only source of light a plain candle beside him.

His breath was calm, even, his eyes closed.

On the face of it, he seemed almost tranquil, as if he had only fallen asleep in that position.

Yet, in reality, he had already remained several hours in this pose, seemed to wait for something, that would arrive for sure; that someday, someone will come forth from within the brightness and would visibly step forward into the shadows.

It wasn’t the first time he had waited and he knew, it wouldn’t be the last time, nevertheless he could do nothing else but hope; hope, that one time, someone would find him in this brightness – that someone for sure would find the key to the door to this bright, narrow room and would have the courage to open the door, to get him out of the cold loneliness.:>

He was many things: arrogant, coddled, complicated, cowardly, cynical, dominant, egoistical, feisty, hated, insecure, intelligent, self opinionated, rich, spiteful.
He was more than many could see; he was more than he himself could see.
His thoughts ran in serpentine, intertwined and complexly involved passageways, moulding a labyrinth, which he was not in the position to cut across, forcing him to stand on the spot, never daring to move even one step forward, in fear, he could come to a dead end, or to lose his way in the passageways, to never find his way back.
Nourishing from immature arriving, monochromatic thoughts, catching them before they were forced to cross the maze, trusting their questionable nature, he shaped an image, that was partial and unrealistic; moulding it further and further, until he only clinged to that one image alone, without noticing the mistakes in it, without seeing, that the sky could impossibly be deep black; that the tree could impossibly be as white as snow.
Even in the past, his thinking had been determined by his father, whose thoughts had been determined by his father and whose thoughts had been determined by his father. His mindset had traveled a way of many centuries – beginning in a century in which innocent people had been burned at the stake, in the belief that they were the fearful witches and wizards. His thinking had been born in a period, where the thoughts of his ancestors had been filled with abysmal hate and unconcealed contempt – feelings, which through descent of generation to generation even centuries later, were retrieved in himself, cultivatedly revived and manifest itself anew, just waiting to etch themselves like acid into the next generation.
Colors never played an important part in his life; if he saw something it was always either black or white – white for something good and black for something bad. For other people his white was something bad and his black was something good, but he didn’t bother with it, because he knew, how he had to see it – just as it had been made out for him. The slightest aberrancy in his two-colored palette caused him to sway, made him take a step in the direction of the labyrinth, yet before he had to uncertainly enter it, someone whispered a solution into his ear, deciding, that the deviation in color was not a deviation, but something black or white. Thinking himself safe, he could retreat into the narrow room, the sempiternal candle at his side whose flames in mincing motion cast inconsistent, white shadows.
Sometimes he was ensnared to change his pose and in his motion he tangled with the white shadow, partially couldn’t see his white sleeve, but instead his black fingers, which, leaving the shadow, merged with the darkness.
Photos had the habit of capturing only one point of time – one moment, which would never repeat itself, a irrecoverable memory. Yet, if one would take a picture of him, it wouldn’t only show one moment, but his whole life; what he was, is and will be:
Short, black hair blending into a black, expressionless face, a white, long robe and black hands with rangy black fingers, his body in a kneeling position, face looking up to a man, who had shaped his life and should have continued shaping it.
Whenever he didn’t know whether a deviation of color was black or white, this man was giving him an answer, yet within a few seconds the man vanished from the photo – etched out, extinguished, erased.
His thoughts seemed to waver, the deviation of color piled up and, cornered, he was driven to enter the maze, but it was overgrown by thorns and tendrils over the years, allowed nobody to get through and so he was caged in his small, narrow dark room, was forced to figure out on his own what color the daviation of color actually had and gradually, a new image developed, not less realistic but changed. The tree was still white, but the leeves colored black, the dark sky obtained white clouds and as time drew on the black leeves were traversed by white veins.
The light of the inconspicuous candle by his side turned brighter every now and then, the flames taller and the circle of light spread throughout the room, touched for the blink of an eye his white robe, but like a light shunning animal he recoiled from the light, deeper and deeper into the darkness of the room.
The deviation of color tormented him, piling up, buzzing around his head and dazzled him. He needed longer to decide which of the available colors his thoughts were; until he couldn’t manage the on-coming torrent and slowly dark-gray stains appeared on his image. And he suddenly noticed the grating of the tree’s bark, noticed more minor details in the structuring of the leeves and the grass on the soil, branches, partially covered by leeves, and the interplay of light and shadow – something, he had never seen in his beforehand bicolored image.
Frightened by the sudden appearance of more colors and the even further urging thoughts, he tried to crawl further into the room, further backing away from the candle, desperatly covering his ears, and confusedly closed his eyes tightly, forehead pressed against his bent knees.
His life had been one single litmus test. Just like his father’s life and his father’s life and the life of his father. One ritual, that like an allodium had been passed down from generation to generation – just like his thoughts.
Every question, every answer, every ever so harmless conversation had been a trap, had been a test, had to be thoroughly considered, and weighed out – a faux pas was not tolerated, was punshied as a failure – but suddenly it stopped.
Without forwarning, the controlling conversations stopped, words didn’t need to be choosen and formulated with utmost diligence, the contact to the man in the photo disappeared, his leading figure he had looked up to – but now his gaze wasn’t directed towards him anymore, but stared without focus into the emptiness, scaring him even more.
His thoughts chased him through the room, he could hardly move, was not interested in differentiating into black and white any more, simply let the gray stains overflow his picture until even the sky and the tree were neither black nor white but unicoloredly gray. His prior picture, painstakingly constructed, was ultimately nothing more than an ungrained surface without shape.
He didn’t want to think, unable to enter the labyrinth to figure out where it would take him; would rather be drowned by impressions and words and thoughts than being pricked all over by thorns.
Yet, one day it became unbearable, the voices too loud and he crawled into the bright shadow, grasping the candle and charged towards the entrance of the labyrinth, igniting in his wild rage everything obstructing him.
The thoughts followed him, seemingly attracted to him.
He strolled from one dead end to another, but he noticed how something was lifted from his shoulders, how even the shade of gray suddenly developed different derivations, his picture, in a calming manner, became sharper and softer, how the grass suddenly was not only one gray acreage, but consisted of several lone blades of grass, that the leaves not only had main veins, but more dendriticly penetrated inwards, how the sky did not have white stains as clouds, but was traversed by different shades of gray. He could suddenly detect a fence in his picture, birds, who conquered the skyline, bushes and a house, a hill on the field; everything, that had been devoured and ignored by his monochrom, even tricolored world, couldn’t have been captured by the few colors he had had available.
He learned to find his way in the labyrinth, could almost blindly wander through the interwinded, complex passageways and would still return to his starting point. The starting point that would never change.
While the picture became sharper and clearer, the core would stay black and he himself bicolored, ultimatly the only constant.
The dead ends disappeared with every thought he lead through the labyrinth to plant it to a location he thought fitting. Slowly, every passageway was connected to another and he could move freer, didn’t need to go back the long corridors of a dead end, could use shortcuts, learned every new, little change.
Whenever a new thought arrived, he immediately knew where to bring it to. He was no longer besieged or scared by them; it was him, who sorted his impressions and thoughts to a color, be it white, black, light gray, gray or dark gray, but soon these five colors didn’t suffice and he took yellow, turquoises and blue to help him, then green, purple and light blue and more and more colors, until his picture draw closer and closer to the reality.
A new ramification was nothing unknow, but this one surprised him.
Leading him to a place, so far from everything he had seen before from the labyrinth.
With faltering steps he followed the long, dark passageway at which end nothing but darkness awaited him. Assuming, that it was just another dead end, he wanted to turn around, yet a long suppressed, often pushed away memory hold him back, forced him to attach it at that place.
It seemed like a dead weight was taken from his shoulders and the presence of an invisible person from a long destroyed photo seemed to vanish, let him breathe free.
And the wall of the dead end shattered like so many before it – yet at that time a brilliant bright, white light engulfed him, almost made him disappeare completely, but his dark fingers and his dark face seemed to float in the light. He entered the room that had opened in front of him, looked around and spotted a black robe in one corner, and he could see, how the dark robe pressed further and further against the wall, while the black shadow of the candle exposed a white foot.

He was inside of a bright room, his knees tightly embraced, face pressed against them, the only source of light a plain candle beside him.

His breath was fast, uneven, his eyes wide open.

On the face of it, he seemed almost panicky, convolted, like a scared animal trying to seek shelter.

Because he had waited for someone of which he knew, he would arrive for sure, someone who finally, finally came forth from within the brightness and visibly stepped forward into the shadows.
   
A black face, black hands and black bare feet, seemingly floatingly moved on the white ground, getting closer and closer, their owner slowly bending down and with one hand fumblingly touched his face, smiling gently. His dark feet disappeared in the black shadow, the rim of his white sleeve glowed brightly in the darkness.

Reciprocating the smile, he lifted his white hand as well, placing it on the black cheek of the other one, grasping with the other hand the white robe, merging with it.

It wasn’t the first time, that he had waited but he knew, that it would be the last time.

Because he finally arrived – the someone, that had found the key for the door to this bright, narrow room and had the courage, to open the door, to get him out of the cold loneliness.

Klidi wrote...
Charlotte Roche... oh, I thought she was British. Silly me. I've read Wetlands. That was... a weird book. Some scenes really made me sick and took me a while to get over all the pervy stuff and to notice the main character and everything that she tried to hide behind the pervy mask... Though I have to say, if I didn't have a good training with Zev, I wouldn't  make it. [smilie]../../../images/forum/emoticons/lol.png[/smilie] It wasn't bad, it definitely left a lasting impression on me, but I wouldn't say it's a must read.

No, no... Charlotte Roche (unfortunately) was a German VIVA (German aquivalent to MTV) VJ... And yes, weird is a nice way to phrase it...

Klidi wrote...
What I'm looking for are authors that are interesting, like to experiment, bring something new. Even if they're weird like Roche. [smilie]../../../images/forum/emoticons/grin.png[/smilie]

Alright, I will think about it today and will post you a list of books. Oh, I will give you some strange books, trust me.

Sialater wrote...
Holy crap! I remember Lottie and Lisa!
It was one of my faves growing up!

Yeah, I watched it as a little girl all the time.

Modifié par ColorMeSuprised, 04 février 2012 - 02:34 .

[Mahati]

OMG ^^ Thanks for posting that! I need to read it slowly.

Oh, I'm interested in strange books too xD

[ColorMeSuprised]

Mahati wrote...

OMG ^^ Thanks for posting that! I need to read it slowly.

Oh, I'm interested in strange books too xD

Oh, please don't expect too much! I wrote it five years ago in German and because someone asked I translated it into English, but really, I think a lot got lost in translation. And there must be many mistakes in there.

I read many strange books. Do you want bad books, too? I read a lot of them as well. :innocent:

[Mahati]

ColorMeSuprised wrote...

Mahati wrote...

OMG ^^ Thanks for posting that! I need to read it slowly.

Oh, I'm interested in strange books too xD

Oh, please don't expect too much! I wrote it five years ago in German and because someone asked I translated it into English, but really, I think a lot got lost in translation. And there must be many mistakes in there.

I read many strange books. Do you want bad books, too? I read a lot of them as well. :innocent:

 Bad books? I've had to read them as part of my job!

The ones you've liked personally would be awesome 

[Saqqara]

Re: titles (I know this goes back a ways but wanted to share anyway)
I have trouble with titles most of the time. I usually try to pick some aspect of the story to highlight. I generally will start with a scrap title until something better comes along. In my FF, Mythal's Favour, I actually used the title to foreshadow the story itself.

Re: Previously published
No unfortunately, but I would REALLY like to be What I have on FF.net is all I have atm

I'm loving the different challenges you guys are posting!


@ tk and Corker:  I like the idea of pick, pass or play. I'd definitely participate.

I think that catches me up to date

Modifié par Saqqara, 04 février 2012 - 09:02 .