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#writing as a hobby
cypriathus · 7 months
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WIP List Game
Thanks to @anyablackwood for tagging me! I haven't even started writing for any of my stories because I'm honestly more preoccupied with character names and worldbuilding (I'm slowly picking my way at it). I'm also kind of lazy, but I do have a lot of ideas that are floating around my head.
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
GOD'S UNHOLY VENGEANCE
THE BECKONING DUNGEON
LAND OF FOAMY WAVES
BEARER OF THE SAINT'S GLAIVE
THE SKIN OF FLESH AND MACHINE
GREY HERON OF A TROTTING SORROW
CARNIVAL OF A DANCING HEART
THE BEAST WITHIN MY SPINE
CATACOMBS OF WHISPERING
FACTORY OF LABYRINTHINE VOCIFERATING
I did post the plots of my WIPs, but you still ask me stuff.
I don't know too many writeblrs, but here are a few I'll tag who are writeblrs or writing is a hobby of theirs (it can be any type such as poetry) and you're also open to join if you wish to do so.
@adcmans @chouthechaoticraccoon @writing-n-memes @nunezs-stuff @the-missann @adharagranley-writer @caffiendbard @fidens-world
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lyndiscealin · 1 year
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There are two kinds of (german) hobby writers:
The ones that think that you only can grow with as much criticism (constructive but on the 'you have to work on that' side) from other hoby writers as possible
And me who thinks that encouraging someone to keep writing helps far more than telling them what they suck at
I'm a bit tired of the first view. I know I am not the greatest writer in the world, but I also know that I am able to touch people with my texts. And I didn't come this far because of the approximately two actually decent pieces of advice I got over the last 20 years of publishing in online writing communities.
I came this far because of the wonderful people who cheered me on and kept me writing for the last 20 years.
I know in an ideal world it is a mixture of both. But honestly? The criticism from other hobby writers isn't the holy grail they try to make you believe it is.
I don't know why so many people think that they get better if they just get enough criticism. There is no magic point where you have heard it all and then end up to be a good writer. As long as it is just a hobby and not a job, the most important thing is that you have fun doing it. If you end up thinking about every word and every sentence all the time, try to make everything perfect, try to take every piece of advice you ever got into account, what you are doing will become exhausting and nothing else. You will never publish anything because nothing is ever good enough and you (ironically) won't get better at writing.
Getting better at writing means that you actually have to write something and if possible to make it to the ending. You also have to learn to like the sentences you bring to paper. Nothing ever will be perfect. Criticism is good for finding stuff you have a blind spot for. Plotholes, a style decision that is very annoying (for example being prone to write too many 5 word sentences in a row) and stuff like that. But if you just started writing, you don't need that. If you just started, the first thing you have to learn is to actually write a story. You don't have blind spots yet, because you only get these with experience.
And when you actually wrote some stuff, be it long or short stories, be it beginnings or just a scene or a whole book worth of words, then it's worth to start exploring new things. But I would still not recommend criticism from peers. Instead I would adivce to search for general tips and see if you want to adopt them. Tips on how to structure a story, how to begin a story, how to plot, how to craft characters, how to do story arcs... whatever you feel might be helpful to you.
Then you write more and try out those tips. Either in dedicated training or just by writing more and keeping the tips in mind.
Only after you did that it is worth to seek out actual criticism. You have a solid foundation, you feel comfortable with your writing, you like writing, you have some confidence from the people who liked your stories so far and you might actually know what you want. These are critical things you need to be able to actually work with criticism and throw out any kind of advice that doesn't fit for you.
When you got a bunch of advice, go back to writing for fun. Do some exercises to improve on the things others critiqued and that you actually want to improve on. Maybe research tips again for improving in those areas. Get yourself more positive reactions from people who like your stuff, see how your fanbase slowly grows, how people are coming back for your stories, because they start to like your personal style and not only one of your stories.
And after you did that for another while, go back and get yourself criticism again, if you still see the need to. If you feel comfortable with your level of writing, that is okay too. It's still a hobby, not a job.
I know this advice isn't for everyone, and I am not trying to crap on the german hobby writer community, I am just very tired of that world view for a huge amount of time now. I love my fellow writers ♥ I am just seeing too many people quit a wonderful hobby because they put too much pressure on themselves.
No one seems to get my point. 'You can't improve without feedback'. You actually can. And positive and encouraging feedback is btw. still feedback.
If a person thinks they are the greatest writer of all times because they only get positive feedback, but their writing actually sucks, that person was still good enough to make people tell them how much they loved their writing. And the writer is happy. Why isn't that enough?
Not to mention that ciriticism from peers is not always good. I saw people say 'Show don't tell' for years before I looked up that technique myself instead of just assuming that I knew what they meant. And you know what? A lot of people were wrong to give that advice or apply it like that, because they didn't really know what they were talking about.
I saw people asking for advice on how to best approach a specific kind of prologue and the only advice they got was that 'prologues generally suck and you shouldn't do them'.
Criticism is not the be all end all and it can be more destructive than helpful. It's one of many tools to become a better writer, but that is it.
I'm tired of people thinking that you can only improve if someone points out all your flaws.
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willowcrowned · 7 months
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incredible how much housework you can get done if you take a chance and believe in yourself and also have fifteen other much more pressing responsibilities
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mywitchcultblr · 11 months
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This is what happened when a fanfic site is profit driven. Wattpad sucks 😞
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The email/DM from Wattpad is so condescending. Imagine pressuring writers to update and work while they are doing it for free and fun. Also, the discovery? Algorithm? Of Wattpad looks like a stressful popularity contest 😑
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shoot-of-corruption · 10 months
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french vanilla— what’s something you want to tell your followers?
𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬
((I want you all to know that torturing yourself will never actually amount to anything.
I have done that and am still doing that in my own life.
Is what I wrote good enough? Is xy going to be mad at me? Why can I not think about anything good to write? Will I ever finish post xy so person ab won't feel like I don't like to write with them? How early am I allowed to reply to that thread without being annoying?
The simple and ugly truth on every of those question we all have asked ourselves countless times is as easy as it is frustrating.
ON. YOUR. OWN. TERMS.
Your writing is perfect, if you put some thought and effort in it. Nobody is going to be mad at you. Sometimes you lack inspiration, try again tomorrow. Yes, you will. Or you will not and it won't matter because the people understand. Immediately and nobody will be mad, alright? All that shows is that your muse is singing for this idea and it is the highest compliment you can actually dish out as a writer.
You are human, we all are human. We are going to be okay. We love doing what we do, it is a hobby. And should anybody feel the need to tell you differently and or openly ridicule you for anything... then if you get hurt by that, it's maybe time to move away from this person.
Because this is your passion and you deserve to be happy and healthy and your mental state matters.
You get to choose and you get to invent everything you want and desire.
And that is ALL that matters.))
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cuubism · 4 months
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you guys know about the hobby lobby smuggling scandal right
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comradekatara · 6 months
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2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)
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quietreflections-s · 1 year
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For real!!!
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lostlegendaerie · 11 months
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there's something deeply gutting about being a writer right now. watching studio execs brag about starving people like you out of your very house just to not pay you anything above the pennies you currently make. watching some people cheer over AO3 being targeted for a DDOS attack. the complete lack of profitability of writing commissions or writing in general in transformative spaces, especially in contrast to fanart. the pivot of so many social media platforms to be video and image based near-exclusively.
I don't know. it just makes me sad to know that the hobby that kept me alive while growing up homeschooled with dial-up internet and local antenna TV... is only ever gonna be a side job with minimal engagement. I know this site is good about supporting libraries and the concept of books but, do me a favor? Reach out to a writer friend you know. Leave a comment on your last five read stories on your favorite website.
Tell us you care.
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elysynn · 1 year
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The end of last year I built up some great momentum with writing. I wrote and posted a completed multi-chapter fic that was in the ballpark of 25k words, got a couple chapters of my original work done and made some progress on my long-neglected WIP. I got outlines written for 2 new fics and a plot synopsis written for a third. I've been really excited about getting them all underway.
It's been six weeks now since I last opened any of my docs. I'm still thinking about scenes and plotlines but I just haven't been able to face a doc. The first couple weeks, I thought I'd just burned myself out with all the progress I'd made in the last couple months of the year. But, as the weeks have rolled on I recognized that it's because I just don't have the creative juices to spare right now due to the job that pays the bills.
One of the things I love about my job is I get to spend a lot of time in my own head analyzing, troubleshooting and problem-solving. The area of IT I work in is really dynamic and is well suited to my attention challenges. But the last couple months have been r e l e n t l e s s. We've had things come up that have required more pivoting and maneuvering and creative solutioning than has ever been needed before in such a short span of time. On one hand, I love it. It's invigorating to be presented with a high-stakes problem and turn it around successfully in record time. But on the other hand, it means all my creative capital is being spent on things that are exciting, intriguing, challenging - but not necessarily fun.
It will pass, I know that. It's not the first time work has thrown my creative life a curveball. My aforementioned WIP is a testament to that. It's different this go around because I know what's sucking all my creativity away and while I don't necessarily resent it, I do lament it.
All that being said, I haven't been completely bereft of creative expression outside of work. The Reversi skin just wasn't cutting it for me anymore on AO3 in terms of a dark theme. So, I decided to experiment with making my own skin inspired by Tumblr's Goth Rave theme. I'm still tinkering with it - I've never worked with CSS before - but I've been enormously pleased with what I've got so far. And my eyes are happier reading at night. It's been a nice bridge between my work and hobby worlds that my brain could carve some space for.
And now that I've rambled on not entirely certain of the point I felt compelled to make, I need to go finish making a pretty picture of servers and the like living in harmony.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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i keep thinking about hobbies and how i often spill over myself to pick up new ones. i have adhd, i end up trying something for like a month and then just getting far enough in it that i move on, satisfied.
and that should be fine; but it's never fine.
i am a pretty decent artist; but i can't just make art for my dnd campaign, i should be selling dnd maps and character designs and scene setting pieces. i can't just make my friends matching earrings, i need to get an etsy and ship them internationally and take bulk orders. i make pretty good props and decorations and use them to throw my friends parties - but i should be running a party planning business and start taking paying clients and networking and putting my skills to actual use.
for some reason, i never figured out the specifics of pottery. it was a fun class and i enjoyed myself - and still, i'm embarrassed, years later, that i put in all that useless effort. everything i make has to be stunning. stellar. i should have applied myself more. maybe i'm too lazy. maybe i'm broken and selfish and needy. actually creative people would have kept going; they would be bettering themselves at every possible opportunity.
we find ourselves in this trap, even accidentally: we need to commodify our time, because it is a commodity. if we spend our efforts and our time not earning, isn't that the same thing as burning free money? and god forbid you ever take up a hobby that ends up being more expensive than you thought. you sit in your car and you look at the receipt and in your head you hear a conversation that isn't even happening - your mom or your friend or your partner all saying oh great. not this shit again. it's always something with you, and it never actually means anything.
i have realized this horrible thing, recently - i'll get excited to start a project, pick up a new hobby. and then i just... stop myself. i start thinking about the amount of time it will take, and how it'll look in my monthly budget. what if i can't even produce a good enough final product. sure, it's exciting to think about how i could make my friend her own custom dice. but i'm just polluting the earth if i don't get it right. better not bother. better not try.
restless, i get caught in the negative space. the feeling that oh god, i want to create. and that horrible sense - yeah, but i don't have the time to just put to waste.
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tenpintsof-sundrop · 3 months
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-> people stealing, binding and selling fics on Etsy, risking everything that AO3 has built since the Anne Rice lawsuits
-> AI scraping being everywhere and Gen Z seeing nothing wrong with using AI to "help" fanfiction or outright "write it" for them, while older fanfic authors have struggled for years to perfect the style you love
-> comments being down across the board and consumption culture being at an all time high. a fic gets 800 notes practically overnight and doesn't get a single comment (and sometimes I literally have to beg for comments/feedback on my fics when I know that hundreds of people are reading them)
-> me, grinding my teeth while pouring my heart and soul into a 40k fic that I know will be forgotten by fandom in a month or could possibly be stolen to be sold as a "novel": I do this because I love this. I do this because I love this. I do this because it's my passion. I don't want to quit doing something that I love so much.
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mcflymemes · 8 months
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please don't mistake silence for hatred. please don't mistake unanswered plotting messages as indifference, or a lack of enthusiasm towards you. considering the ages of most roleplayers, many of us have bills to pay, families to take care of, medical conditions to treat, appointments to make, classes to take, homes to clean, and lives to live away from the computer that are far, far more important than writing on tumblr — life has a tendency to get in the way of hobbies and fun things like this. be patient with your fellow writers. if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. of course you can set your boundaries, keep your space comfortable, and softblock whoever you wish, but do so while recognizing it's probably not hatred or apathy that keeps them from leaping into your dms with message after message. they probably love this hobby just as much as you... but sometimes life gets in the way.
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redglassbird · 1 year
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I will NEVER get over the fact that I can write stories. Like I can weave threads of whimsy in a whole new world and make people feel things if I weave them well enough???? Stories are worth so much!!! Lines of poetry are literally currency to me like I get to write little lines and then writing little lines helps me notice things when I read other peoples' lines????? Magic! Whimsy! Characters! Words! Words! Words!
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oxenfreeao3 · 9 months
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There aren't many hobbies out there that are free to do, inherently creative, and capable of bringing joy to people all across the globe.
But that's why I love writing fanfiction.
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metalhoops · 1 year
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Dating Steve came with a lot of unexpected twists. The first and most glaringly obvious was that Eddie never expected the two to date in the first place. He’d  relegated the idea of ‘dating Steve Harrington’ squarely in the realm of fantasy, along with evil wizards and hell dimensions. So what did Eddie know? It’d been a strange year.  
Steve was a morning person, much to Eddie’s dismay. The downside of sleeping beside a morning person, and being hypervigilant about their every move, was that it forced you to become a morning person. Eddie blamed the aforementioned evil wizard and hell dimension
Before Steve, Eddie would be lucky to roll out of bed before noon. Yet now he begrudgingly found himself up with the sun. At first, he’d tried to roll back into bed when Steve left for his morning jog, but he was finding it harder and harder to get back to sleep. He’d worry about Steve, sue the guy. The town was cracked in two and they were all waiting with bated breath for Vecna to return. So he’d sit on the front stoop of the trailer with a mug of coffee in his hand and his blanket around his shoulders, waiting to see Steve’s familiar figure materialise at the end of the trailer park’s gravel drive. 
Another unexpected twist about dating Steve was how much the guy genuinely cared about the stuff Eddie was into. He’d started sitting in on Hellfire and Eddie’s band rehearsals. Eddie would sit up late at night creating new NPCs for their campaign and Steve would watch curiously or surprise Eddie by sliding over and skimming over his notes. 
“Make the shopkeeper guy a goblin,” Steve remarked and Eddie would snort. 
“You only say that because you like it when I do the goblin voice.” 
“Yeah, because it’s funny and none of the kids are going to want to flirt with a goblin.” Steve was still horrified and emotionally scarred from the time he’d watched Mike Wheeler try to seduce the elven barkeeper during the last session. 
“Are you saying you wouldn’t flirt with a goblin, Harrington?” Eddie teased putting on the silly and grating tone, Steve had affectionately named Eddie’s ‘goblin voice’.  He leaned over into Steve’s space, placing an overdramatised and sloppy kiss on Steve’s cheek.
He snorted and shoved Eddie’s shoulder gently. 
“Don’t push your luck, Munson. I love you, but not that much.” 
And of course, Steve had been the first one to say ‘I love you,’ because Eddie had always been a coward. Of course, Steve said it at least once a day, and of course, Eddie still hadn’t gotten the courage to say it back, because he kept waiting for the day when he woke up and realised that his whole relationship with Steve had been an elaborate dream. 
Eddie didn’t know exactly what made him decide to start joining Steve on his morning jogs. Ask anyone and they would tell you Eddie Munson was not a jogger. Steve talked about his morning runs like they were a meditative experience, all cool breeze, still streets and dopamine. 
Eddie went for a jog and felt like his lungs were twin stars on the brink of collapse. To him, running was akin to the slow heat-death of the universe, but he did it because he was sick of sitting on the damn stoop waiting for Steve to come home because he loved him and he sure as shit didn’t know how to say it. 
The next surprise came early one morning in late October, when he and Steve climbed out of bed without needing an alarm and Eddie found the cool breeze on his cheeks and the familiar beat of Steve’s steps in time with his comforting. That morning, he realised he didn’t hate running, not when it was with Steve. The revelation shook something free in Eddie’s skull, something he’d been grappling with for months. 
When the two arrived home, skin sticky with cold sweat, Eddie made them coffee. They sat together in front of the trailer watching the sun turn the same blood red as the Upside Down sky. Eddie thought he’d be okay with starting every morning like that, so long as Steve was there. 
“You know, Stevie,” Eddie breathed, unable to look at Steve when he said what he needed to say. He was brave, but not that brave. 
“I think I love you too,” Eddie whispered.  
“You think?” Steve chuckled at his side. He turned to face Steve and saw the man hiding a wide grin behind his mug. Eddie rolled his eyes and nudged his shoulder against Steve’s.
“Alright, fine. You win. I know. I love you.” 
Eddie had to fight to get the words out, but the second he did, he felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders because he knew it was true. It’d been the first time he said it to anyone. He’d never gotten that far with another relationship. He and Steve were in uncharted waters. 
Steve set down his cup, practically tackling Eddie to the dirt with the force of his hug, all hope for not making a big deal out of the confession blown out the window. Of course, Steve was a hopeless romantic. 
The only thing that stopped the two from making out on their front lawn was the fact that Hawkins was the antithesis of progressive. Well, that and a sleep-deprived Max who stomped out of her trailer to throw a balled-up pair of socks squarely at Steve’s head as she grumbled about the hour of the morning. 
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