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| My search history is validated: https://youtube.com/shorts/R_2T8MYhe5k?si=_y0EDAZHlHd2EPie |
| Hey northern part of SoCal-you okay over there? The earthquake map is getting crowded…. https://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/map/?extent=24.84657,-124.27734&extent=4... |
| Does anyone know anything about SciFidea? It popped up as a sponsored link on profile. Just wondering what others know about the site? Thanks! |
| The following is my opinion only, and is based on people I know who have used it, and the reports in writing online sites. Science fiction version of Wattpad, essentially. You sign your work to them, and they can act "on your behalf". Are in the "potentially avoid" category of online writing sites. Not done enough to get a full-on "avoid" (like Wattpad is now considered), but getting there. They are just another site that promises money for views, but makes writers jump through hoops before they deliver. Yes, the odd person here or there gets rich and famous through Wattpad and DS, bit the vast majority do not. It is a form of self-publishing, there is no editorial oversight, there is just post and hope. I have not done it personally, but two people in one of my writers groups tried it out because of the sponsored advert on a Google search, and they regret it. |
| Almost a year ago, I moved from the big city to a wannabe city. I am not adjusting. People wonder why I love the city, with the constant crime, crazy people on the subway, and the insanity of trying to figure out how to actually save money when paying outrageous amounts for rent on an apartment barely 400 square feet. The answer? I miss old towering buildings, dark wooden paneling in old colonial bars, libraries built before the first world war. I am desperately in need of hidden hidey-holes designed with seating that looks like hideous random modern art meant for the passerby to sit and enjoy a moment of contemplation and people watching, and I miss exploring new neighborhoods and constantly changing neighborhoods that allow for new discoveries of those random hidey-holes. I never struggled to find inspiration in the city. I never struggled with feeling like I belonged. And here I am, a good job which actually happens to be a terrible match for me, and I can't even find a happy place I can cozy up and just create. Dear I say it, but even Barnes and Noble in this place feels flooded with the white lighting bouncing off even whiter walls. It isn't pleasant. Why am I so reliant on ambiance for inspiration? Is it because this place is lacking opportunities to experience culture and life? Am I city snob? Am I just a moody creative in need of a slap in the face? Am I just 1990's emo kid having a midlife crisis? Alas... I miss the city. And needed a place too vent. Thanks for reading.  |
| I'm just the opposite and felt the same way while living in a city. I could not find a place that inspired me, perhaps I was overwhelmed by everything. For me, exploring the woods, lakes, and nature, looking for a remote spot to relax and cozy up (especially with a fire crackling) is all that I longed for. |
| So, here's a Freundian moment for one to consider, if you should be so inclined... I "interviewed" my characters because I am feeling a bit stuck in plot development, and discovered one of them really hates me. Seriously, he is so angry at me for destroying his family just for the sake of plot, that he threatened to depart the story all together. Then I reminded him that even now, he is all in my head, which just pissed him off even more.... So... reach into your inner Freud and tell me: should I be proud that my character has "taken on a mind of his own," or worried that I can have a fully imagined conversation with my character, who so easily expresses his hatred towards me me for purposely making his tragic life a plot device? Or maybe a little bit of both with a side order for a mental health check??? |
| My characters do things all the time they're not supposed to. I had a couple, did their meet-cute, they fought a demon... and the male died. He sacrificed himself! He wasn't supposed to do that, because I had a sequel in mind. I like to say I do not tell stories - characters live in my mind and I simply tell their story. That's one of the reasons why I am a pantser. |
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