StillStunned
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I'm coming to realise that I'm really bad at writing action scenes. I tend to get lost in the POV character's thoughts and reactions, and gloss over who's doing what and to whom.
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Admit it: this is just a thinly veiled boast that you can write really good sex scenes, full of emotion and passion instead of just simple IKEA erotica. And this is such an instinct for you, you are unable to turn it off even when the story really calls for a simple "apply sword A to jugular B".I'm coming to realise that I'm really bad at writing action scenes. I tend to get lost in the POV character's thoughts and reactions, and gloss over who's doing what and to whom.
Well, that goes without saying, obviously! But no, my latest submission has a couple of action scenes, including a fight, and while I can picture it in my head I'm really not sure how clear it is on the page. Like I said, they've mostly become descriptions of the narrator's reactions.Admit it: this is just a thinly veiled boast that you can write really good sex scenes, full of emotion and passion instead of just simple IKEA erotica. And this is such an instinct for you, you are unable to turn it off even when the story really calls for a simple "apply sword A to jugular B".
Anti-boasting my foot
That's fine. Nothing wrong with the character hearing the swish of a blade next to his ear and ducking behind a wall to prepare for a counterstrike.Like I said, they've mostly become descriptions of the narrator's reactions.
Hehe...Just don't let him dwell on what the tone of said swish says about the exact smithery in Damascus the sword was likely forged in, and the intricate detail for the very involved and precise tempering process.
"Are all demons obsessed with sex?" she growled. "This one seems to want to rape me with its tongue."
Sligh had moved to flank the thing, daggers still held before him as it turned to follow. "Most scholars believe that it's more about traumatising their victims, rather than simply lust on the demon's part." Metal clashed as the mannequin slashed with its spike and he blocked it with his blades. "Except of course--"
For me, it's plotting.
I've tried plotting. Bit anything beyond the vaguest of outlines just bores me, unless it's in the chapter I'm actively writing. I can plan out elements that I want to include, but that's as far as it goes.Me too. I have a good imagination, but it's shallow, if you get my drift. Coming up with an elaborate storyline for a murder mystery is quite beyond me, though not for lack of trying. The simplicity of story lines in erotica appeals to me for this reason.
This was the reason why I was initially very skeptical I'd be able to prepare anything for the Mickey Spillane event.Me too. I have a good imagination, but it's shallow, if you get my drift. Coming up with an elaborate storyline for a murder mystery is quite beyond me, though not for lack of trying. The simplicity of story lines in erotica appeals to me for this reason.
You just keep it simple:Fights are so hard to write without things devolving into "This happened, then this happened, then this happened..." (etc, etc, ad infinitum). When I have moments of violence, I try to keep them brief. Admittedly I don't read hard fantasy much, but I really would have zero clue how to execute a large-scale battle between two factions!
- from my retell of the Arthurian myth, The Dark Chronicles.She went closer to him. "Come, sweet brother mine, you always wanted a kiss."
She tenderly reached for the blaze on his cheek, the king's mark made there, raging dark. "Oh my brother, I slept with you nine months, was it never enough?"
Mordant startled back, dread in his eyes, all colour drained from his face but the blaze. Lilith stepped right up to him, her breasts against his chest, and put her arm around him, her grim strength holding him close. "Oh, my brother, taste my lips." She kissed him hard on the lips, her tongue thrusting between them, fucking into his mouth. "My lips, brother, taste my lips. Taste this."
And with her other hand she plunged her killing knife deep into Mordant's belly, upwards to pierce his lungs, downwards to rupture his gut, left and right to spill his flesh and blood all steaming on the ground.
Mordant's eyes opened wide with the adrenal shock, and he looked down in wonder at what his sister had done. His guts fell to the white snow, staining it pink and red and brown in a spreading circle around him. He fell to his knees for a moment and looked up at Lilith in disbelief. "What...."
Lilith stepped back as Mordant's body fell forward into its own filth, looking down on him as she might look at a gutted fish by a fisherman's basket. She prodded at him with her foot to make sure. She knelt and made one swift cut, then weighted his body with stones, and it sank slow swaying to the bottom of the lake.
It's a lovely piece of writing, but I wouldn't call it an action scene, and definitely not a large-scale battle.You just keep it simple:
Can't you just speed them up?(Caveat emptor, though, because I actually get really tired of watching slowmo scenes!)
My latest submission has barely any sex but lots of story. For the final revision, I made a list elements that I had to make sure were clear enough: add more detail about the toxic swamp, describe the antagonist's elongated physique more clearly, describe the size of the lizard the protagonist is riding. Thing that, like you say, are clear in your mind but you have to remember to actually put on the page.Not totally different from @Djmac1031 here. I don't have aphantasia, but I am more of a verbal thinker. I will have a busy, interesting, sexy scene (10 women wearing strapons simultaneously moving toward their 10 partners, who are all face down and butt raised ready for penetration) and totally forget to describe it to the reader.
-Annie
Damn, the euphemisms that kids these days are coming up with are truly out of control!describe the size of the lizard the protagonist is riding
"Hey babe, want to pet my iguana? It's basking in the sun."Damn, the euphemisms that kids these days are coming up with are truly out of control!
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=drain the lizardDamn, the euphemisms that kids these days are coming up with are truly out of control!
A fascinating one, in my experience.I don’t really know what kind of writer I am. I’m not great at self reflection. People seem to like what I turn out, and apart from a few criticisms over cock-ups such as mixing up the Parthenon and the Pantheon, comments are generally positive.
I don’t really plot. Things happen organically - or they don’t. I think I’d be pretty bad at writing to order.
The most flak I got was for a short I wrote for Valentine’s Day. Peculiarly I think people were upset that I’d put too much detail in. This was viewed (I think) as loose ends and some readers considered the story unfinished. And there was no sex either. Bummer.