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The Good Doctor (Third Part)Dr Norbury passed through the curtains, delivering himself into the adjoining chamber. He switched a three-way lamp in a corner on ‘medium’ and rolled- rather than strolled- about the room. Second, Jacqueline came in, striding around with a secretive sort of smile. It pressed her lips to her teeth in a fashion that boasted ‘I know something.’ Entering behind her, Bruce glanced at all the covered cabinets positioned off the edge of the rug, each one spaced and presented welcomingly and individually like carnival booths. Jackie held his arm friendly. She remembered the feel of young appendages, and was glad to have a bit of nostalgia after an uneventful morning. Presently, Norbury began his explanation.The Good Doctor (Third Part) by bloedzuigerbloed
“See, now. There’s a reason for all this, Air Force,” he said, his gaze following Bruce around the room, ”Why you’re frustrated. Ever since he passed away, you ever feel like… getting rid of someone? Well, in particular, whoever
The Good Doctor (Second Part)“Are you in the military?”The Good Doctor (Second Part) by bloedzuigerbloed
They had arrived outside a country house. It was hot, desolate, and grey. A billboard stood next to them, advertising toothpaste to the only house for miles. Sorry plants gasped in the infertile dust around the house, and died in heaps around wooden planks. Unfinished projects. Rickety and peeling apart, the house was a sad sight, and its few occupants sat on the steps. A grey-haired woman, thin and aproned, was fanning herself with the daily paper. A spray of freckles, like the blotched forehead of an owl, covered any bare skin in great patches and then tucked beneath a floral dress. She looked so melancholy, and not quite old as much as worn down: a pencil blunted after a great amount of writing.
Another member of the house was a small, jittery man. He hid himself nearly behind one of the posts that held the roof off the porch. His hair stuck up, bleached from bronze to cream at the tips, and his eyes darted restlessly. He bent ever so slightly
The Good Doctor (First part)He could have vomited. The soles of his shoes were badly boiled by dust below his feet, heated in an all-encompassing inferno. Smells wormed their way up his nostrils and down into a dry throat and became tastes. Saffron, mint tea, (the traditionals were now grown in greenhouses) and an unidentified spice which he saw a group of people gorging on in boxed meals. He was tossed about by shoulders pushing shoulders in the conflicting two streams of people. Rapid Japanese was spoken in his ear once or twice, likely relating to several people waving banners about an election. He looked across the bustling street to the shops on the other side. A high-fashion clothing outlet, fast food restaurants from which the unidentified spice’s smell was emanating, a garage run out of business and become a spare parts stand. He looked up and remembered when you could see sky. It had been when he was a child, but it had been nonetheless.The Good Doctor (First part) by bloedzuigerbloed
Digging through his memory, he eventually fished out the addr
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People Living in Tunnels Under Las VegasThe newspaper headlines told me so.People Living in Tunnels Under Las Vegas by Drastic-Afterthought
As I was reading the article in my bed,
eating a handful of Oreos, I thought
about being wet.
Not the kind of wet (slipperyslidyfuntimes)
you want to be,
but the kind of wet you feel in your bones.
Wet like the time my grandfather left me and my sister
watching his tackle box by the side of the road
in Toronto in six inches of slush that
was slowly seeping into my socks,
while he bought cigarettes from the man
in the oversized poncho at the gas station.
And there are cities full of dreams
and cities full of dirt,
but Las Vegas is neither of those.
It’s a city instead with no name or face,
nothing recognizable you can reach out and touch.
Someone told me once that in Spanish
Las Vegas means “the fields.”
My grandfather told me once
on a fishing trip, while I sat
on top of his tackle box,
about the Asphodel fields.
How these Romans believed
people whose sins equaled the good they did
went to the Asphodel fields, and drank
from a river
FEATURE: People I WatchOne deviation from every deviant I watch (in alphabetical order by the deviant's username)... (Side note: Can you tell my favorite "genre" of art is portraiture? Yeah, it's pretty obvious... I have an obsession with the human face, what can I say?)FEATURE: People I Watch by ashesto
Deviant ID, 2012 by conniiptionHobbit: An Unexpected Journey by daekazuSublevel Reprise by DanHowardArtMononoke by DanielaUhligSherlock - John in Afghanistan by dauntingfirePortrait sketch 2 by DavidHakobianSmells like fish. by depingoTHE SUN by DestinyBlueTeenager Sherlock- John Watson by DrSlugVanellope - Sugar Rush by EddieHollyElizabeth by escumeAll along by fdasuarezPortrait by FeliceMelancholiemorrigan, chillin by GDBeeRA Wallpaper - Use his body as a raft by Grimhellovely Holmes by Hallpen6502 by ilikeyoursensitivityFind Yourself by Jace-WallaceThe Lonely Doctor by jasricVANE JAZZ YEAH by Jazz-DaFunk<
People are AWESOME- Part 1-digitalDIGITAL ARTPeople are AWESOME- Part 1-digital by ryky
These colors again by LeaglemResistant God Engelbert (advanced version) by AniaMituraGoddess of Destiny by YayashinThe Avengers- Iron Man vs. Thor Key Frame by andyparkartHera by TheRafaEntrance to Hata Zukal by TitusLunterapplibot - legend of cryptid by Reza-ilyasaTugboat II by tohdarylLighthouse by Tira-Owl
Canyon by aJVLYou stole my jungle! by TrungTHThe Great North Road by PhilipstraubYggdrasil by Derlaine8
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While most of you would agree the most important part of writing is the words itself, a lot of what makes a good author is their authorship habits. What are these? you may ask. Some basic good authorship habits include:
Getting “in the zone”
Committing to work
Eradicating writer’s block
Reaching an audience
Working the way that works the best (for you and for your work)
There’s some good news and some bad news in this case:
The bad: Managing the machinery behind your brilliant work is often more difficult than it seems. I generally have a hard time following good writing habits too.
The Good: We can improve on our habits. There are steps you can take, ways to organize your thoughts, and methods by which to draw inspiration from everything around you. So take a glance at some of these tips to help improve upon the the points of the above list.
Instead of my famous painfully long tutorials, I’ll simply let myself drone on for a little bit about how to be a better author by addressing those points.
Like the fastidious housecat, I prefer the conditions of my environment to be perfect in order to work. The room should be a reasonable 25° Celsius, I often don a blanket or oversized coat, and I like to sit on a pillow or bed so I don’t ache after hours of dormancy. When I’m drawing or painting I’ll put in earbuds, but when I’m writing I don’t like music at all.
These are my ideal conditions. I usually can’t focus until they’re met. When everything falls together like this, I’m what I like to call “in the zone.” It means I can’t be easily disturbed and I have an impenetrable fort in which I can think fluidly. Everyone needs a “zone” to function to the best of their ability. But how to find one?
Try experimenting with different conditions. Does it help you to close the blinds? How about working on a laptop vs. a desktop computer? Raise or lower the temperature of the room and see how it affects your work efficiency and thought process.
In order to stay inspired, you must first ask yourself this: What inspires you? What is your muse, so to speak, the thing that compels you to write, draw, sculpt, or whatever you do in the first place?
Some things I draw my inspiration from are music, other people’s conversations, and locations, for example. Find out what makes you create.
Got it? That thing, or those things, perhaps, that inspire you? Now I would suggest isolating yourself from everything that might distract you and just soak in your inspiration. Keep an open mind for everything that might come your way, don’t get sucked into mind-numbing discussions or other uninteresting things. Keep to the things you love and free up your senses to absorb everything about it.
If you practice this daily, simply spending time using each of your senses to experience the things that inspire you, you’ll find it easier to find things to write and, hopefully, enjoy writing more.
If you’re anything like me, you procrastinate. A lot. And if you’re anything like me, you’re also somewhere short of five and a half feet and are rather not fond of oranges. But that’s beside the point. If you don’t procrastinate, great! You can skip this section and move on. But I’m willing to bet a lot of you find it hard to staple yourself to your work for too long. I find it particularly hard, so I’m here to help myself as well and I can only hope it works.
It’s happened to us all before. We’re sitting in front of a piece we started a while back, but just don’t have the courage to work on it anymore. We’re starting to think, Hey… Maybe I should just start something new. By all means, you’re welcome to, but it’s getting you nowhere if you can only make it through half a story before you lose interest and start writing a new one.
So here are some techniques to help with that pesky feeling halfway between writer’s block and a lack of motivation:
Get rid of distractions like internet or your phone. The greatest enemy you can have at this point is even less commitment to your work. Once you don’t have any more excuses to procrastinate, it will be more difficult to.
Force yourself to spill the contents of your mind onto the paper. Don’t bother making it detailed, just sketch the bare minimum of it and go back later to beef it out.
Write down snippets of ideas you might have on a separate paper or document and find ways to work them in.
Find an aspect of what you’ve written that interests you and simply work on that. It’s way easier to write about something you like than what you need to. Hopefully that will get the juices flowing.
Be patient with your writing. Eventually you’ll be able to write more. Take small snack breaks or naps and when you come back, things will run more smoothly.
You know the old saying, “Critique is an author’s best friend.” Or maybe that’s not it. Maybe it has something to do with diamonds… Either way, this saying is the mantra we’ll live by for this short section, and it’s got a bit more behind it than you’d think.
What is critique? Why do we have that ‘request critique’ option when we upload our art? Maybe you don’t like critiques, maybe you only like kind ones, or maybe you want the harshest critique you can get. Whatever your situation, critiques help improve our writing. What are the components of a good critique?
An overall opinion of the work (I liked it/I think I’d like it more if…)
What you liked (This bit here is really good)
What you maybe didn’t love (I didn’t dig this, but it’s your story. It might work.)
What you didn’t like (I don’t think you should name him “Chester ‘Ringworm’ Alberta III.” How about “Thomas”?)
Quick things like typos they could fix (I noticed you wrote “there” instead of “they’re”)
Some suggestions for future reference (Next chapter, you should have her speak more.)
A more detailed overall opinion of the work (Overall, I thought your diction and dialogue were excellent. You also have a good understanding of the theme of morality vs. nature.)
If you can’t take critique, you’ve got a problem. It’s difficult to improve without knowing the areas you should be improving and how to be better at improving yourself. A good writer not only welcomes critique, but builds off of it and uses that knowledge to tell themselves where to improve the next time instead of waiting for someone else to.
Egads! What’s the thump in the hallway, the creature lurking under your bed, the demon crouched in the closet? It’s ‘the block,’ better known as Writer’s Block. An artist’s worst nightmare! Or at least it should be. But now you don’t have to worry! With my patented ‘Block-Be-Gone,’ you simply spritz your brain and you’ll be monster-free. You’re lucky, grasshopper, that you’ve stumbled upon this tutorial, because instead of needing to buy a can of Block-Be-Gone, I’m including the recipe, free of charge! All you need is:
1 cup inspiring material (A trip into the city? An episode of your favorite show?)
1 chapter each from 3 good books
1-2 cups favorite beverage
1 comfy blanket
5 good songs
-30+ minutes of brain-stimulating activity (puzzles, riddles, building something)
-Rest brain for 10 minutes
-Write as long as you can
[Repeat if necessary]
While I’m not one for sympathy, I do know one thing: If the writer puts him/herself in the reader’s shoes, he/she will (nearly) never have doubts as to the effect of their writing on the audience.
Now what does that mean?
I define “reaching an audience” as displaying its message so the reader can easily answer the question, “Now, what was the point of that book?”
Take Harry Potter, for example. If the book didn't reach its audience, it would be described as simply “the adventures of a wizard boy and his pals.” But it’s not just that, is it? If you've read the series, or seen the movies, you would be able to tell it’s a story about loyalty and bravery, and the lengths we’d go for our friends.
So take a minute, just a bit, to answer that question, “what was the point of that book?” If you can’t, you’ve yet to reach the audience.
Write about the things you love, find your own style, and give your work a purpose--a project--to do, whether it’s teaching the world about human rights or questioning ethical obligations. Be inspired by what you’ve found inspires you the most and do things for the heck of it.
For your work:
Commit to your work like a healthy marriage, keep yourself in top mental shape, and find your perfect conditions. Improve at your own rate and break free of the jello-mold books you see everywhere these days.
And as always,
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