What kind of writer are you?

Well, being that my chocolate cookies didn't go over big, I made homemade banana bread and an apple pie. Of course, there's always freshly brewed coffee to wash that down.

Getting back to what kind of writer are you, too many writers devote themselves to writing in just one or two categories. I've learned by writing in nearly every category has helped to inspire my creativity.

The biggest thing that I learned along the way that even though I have never had anal sex, gay sex, lesbian sex, don't have any fetishes, and am not a cross dresser, that I could write realistic stories in all of those categories.

The trick is to develop your characters enough until they stand from the page, stand behind your chair, and whisper in your ear what next to write. Too many writers don't develop their characters. Too many writers don't even take the time to describe or name their characters. Too many writers dump the descriptions of their characters in just one sentence instead of continuing to weave their characterizations throughout the story.

Then, once your character is there with you, standing behind you, and looking over your shoulder while reading your story, is when you hand him or her the keyboard for them to write their own story.

It sounds crazy but it works for me.

"Who wants ice cream on their apple pie or Philly cream cheese on their banana bread?"
 
Well, being that my chocolate cookies didn't go over big, I made homemade banana bread and an apple pie. Of course, there's always freshly brewed coffee to wash that down.

The trick is to develop your characters enough until they stand from the page, stand behind your chair, and whisper in your ear what next to write. Too many writers don't develop their characters. Too many writers don't even take the time to describe or name their characters. Too many writers dump the descriptions of their characters in just one sentence instead of continuing to weave their characterizations throughout the story.

Then, once your character is there with you, standing behind you, and looking over your shoulder while reading your story, is when you hand him or her the keyboard for them to write their own story."

What I'm doing right now. Character development in the story. After a while they have lives of thd ir own.
 
What I'm doing right now. Character development in the story. After a while they have lives of thd ir own.

That's the most fun about writing, when your characters come alive. It is then that you have no idea what they're going to say or do.

Even though I've written thousands of stories compared to about 40 novels, I'm more of a novelist than a short story writer.

My favorite thing to do is to sit at a crowded mall and watch people. You'd be amazed what people will say and do and even more amazed when their behavior is fodder for your next story.
 
I'm rather partial to digestives

I don't wish to be picky, but would you happen to have any spare?

I read a lot, always have. As a pre-school I was the youngest ever person to become a member of our town lending-library. Then when I started school the 'teacher' decided that her job was to teach me how to read. That was the start of many such experiences with the teaching profession; generally speaking I am unimpressed with the breed.

I also write. On rare occasions I even post to Lit.

Characterization is a biggie for me; I hate it when descriptions are dumped into a single sentence and then our shy virgin launches into a bukake session. Or when you can see a mile away that the boy watching from his bedroom window will get jumped on by his buxom neighbor.

Many times I have re-written stories because I couldn't reach a motivation for a character to act in a certain way. Many times I have abandoned a lit story because the writer hadn't found a motivation.

I write a lot in work as well. That consists of passing the maximum amount of information using the minimum number of words. Similar to the short story that is a Lit post, but to extreme. If you are restricted to a single side of A4 when you have to interpret organisational policies, it concentrates the mind.

Yes thank you very nice. I don't dunk, I'm not fond of the sludge at the bottom of what should be a lovely cup of tea.
 
I don't wish to be picky, but would you happen to have any spare?

I read a lot, always have. As a pre-school I was the youngest ever person to become a member of our town lending-library. Then when I started school the 'teacher' decided that her job was to teach me how to read. That was the start of many such experiences with the teaching profession; generally speaking I am unimpressed with the breed.

I also write. On rare occasions I even post to Lit.

Characterization is a biggie for me; I hate it when descriptions are dumped into a single sentence and then our shy virgin launches into a bukake session. Or when you can see a mile away that the boy watching from his bedroom window will get jumped on by his buxom neighbor.

Many times I have re-written stories because I couldn't reach a motivation for a character to act in a certain way. Many times I have abandoned a lit story because the writer hadn't found a motivation.

I write a lot in work as well. That consists of passing the maximum amount of information using the minimum number of words. Similar to the short story that is a Lit post, but to extreme. If you are restricted to a single side of A4 when you have to interpret organisational policies, it concentrates the mind.

Yes thank you very nice. I don't dunk, I'm not fond of the sludge at the bottom of what should be a lovely cup of tea.

Tea? Yuck! Gross.

Tea is akin to kissing your sister. Okay, it depends how hot your sister is but tea is more like drinking hot water than drinking a caffeinated beverage.

I can assure you that my coffee is not sludge but finely and expertly brewed.

How about a slice of pizza?

Just an aside, have you given some thought that the writing you do in work, internally struggles with the writing you do when writing fiction.

Even when I had to write non-fiction papers for class, I always managed to sneak some fiction and characterization in there.

Good luck with your story.
 
As a writer I strive to make readers squeal, I want to take the self control outta their sticky paws.
 
As a writer I strive to make readers squeal, I want to take the self control outta their sticky paws.

Squeal? I've read a lot of books, many that were disturbing but I never squealed. I may have cringed. I may have even stopped reading the book but I never squealed.

"What the Hell is that noise?"

Joe looked at Bob horrified.

"Susan is squealing?"

"Why?"

"She's reading James' latest novel," said Bob.

"Remind me not to read that," said Joe. "I don't want to squeal."
 
Tea? Yuck! Gross.

Tea is akin to kissing your sister. Okay, it depends how hot your sister is but tea is more like drinking hot water than drinking a caffeinated beverage.

I can assure you that my coffee is not sludge but finely and expertly brewed.

How about a slice of pizza?

Just an aside, have you given some thought that the writing you do in work, internally struggles with the writing you do when writing fiction.

Even when I had to write non-fiction papers for class, I always managed to sneak some fiction and characterization in there.

Good luck with your story.


Ah, but quite possibly you've never tried a mug of British tea. It'll put hairs on your chest.

Not the insipid, tepid coloured water that my Nan used to serve in a bone china cup with a saucer, but a mug from a roadside cafe, the kind of place frequented by truckers. No messing with their tea I can tell you.

I wasn't referring to the sludge at the bottom of a bad coffee, but the remains of a biscuit (you may call them cookies but I'll stick to biscuit) that has collapsed when dipped into the tea for too long.

No, my professional writings are totally separate from my made-up stuff. Except when I review a story (I always wait a week and re-read it with a fresh mind) and start deleting big chunks as being irrelevant and distracting.
 
Squeal? I've read a lot of books, many that were disturbing but I never squealed. I may have cringed. I may have even stopped reading the book but I never squealed.

"What the Hell is that noise?"

Joe looked at Bob horrified.

"Susan is squealing?"

"Why?"

"She's reading James' latest novel," said Bob.

"Remind me not to read that," said Joe. "I don't want to squeal."

I'm struggling with another bout of blindness so this must be brief......but readers squeal. I aim for the little girl in all.
 
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I'm struggling with another bout of blindness so this must be brief......but readers squeal. I aim for the little girl in all.

Seriously? You're going blind. I'm sorry about that. Um, by the way, I gave you a hundred dollar bill and you only gave me change for a twenty.

Little girl (lol). Trust me, no woman that I no want to return to their little girl days unless they meet a sugar daddy with deep pockets.

"Yes, Daddy, I'm wearing my hair in pigtails. I'm wearing my high school uniform. It still fits. I'll try on my Girl Scout uniform to see if that still fits too. I love you, Daddy."
 
Ah, Freddie has yet another alt. Guess he wears a dress in this one too.
 
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