Instructions For A Walk In The Woods

hitch your heart to one small thing

WIP COVER AESTHETICS: BLACK

In order of appearance—cheat [ya fantasy], howl [ya dystopia], grave mercy [adult fantasy], wicked [adult dystopia], boneyard [na paranormal], deadman society [ya paranormal].

Excerpts: x , n/a , x , x , x , x .

“Why are fanfictions always so much better written than canon??”

Because they’re catered to you and your ideas of what the characters, story, etc. should be, which doesn’t always line up with canon.

It’s not a matter of which one is objectively better, but of audience. 

Fanfiction is made for fans by fans with copious amounts of fanon concepts made to appeal to, well, the fandom. This is not inherently bad, and obviously the amount of fanons and which ones will vary from fic to fic, but given that the quote above generally only applies to fics the poster likes…yeah. That fic is written specifically for you and the people who agree with you. Again, not inherently a bad thing.

BUT that is not the case for canon. Canon is not written for the fandom; the fandom can’t form until after the canon exists. How that fandom changes as different people come and go as they decide they do or don’t like the directions canon takes is another story, but nonetheless unlike fanfiction it is not written to cater to fanon concepts and preferences. And “not catering to fanon” is not synonymous with “bad writing”.

Now that said, yes there are obviously fanfics out there that are objectively very well-written and creative, and yes there is canon material out there for whatever book/movie/tv show/etc that objectively isn’t so great.

But most of the time, your perception of fanfics is better because they’re tailored to your biases. Not because they’re objectively better-written.

Again, there’s nothing inherently wrong with that–it’s completely normal to prefer/enjoy things that fit your opinions/headcanons–but maybe step back and consider that a moment before you go and bash the creators of your favorite book/movie/show for not following the same plot of your favorite fic.

"I thought I might be able to see something I couldn't before"

I finally get to post a preview for my piece for @inkedfairytales

I got assigned to 1001 Nights and even though they encouraged us to think about of the box, I admit you’ve got to squint to recognize mine. I came up with a post-cannon type thing. It involves a hut in the desert, a mute character, a really tall jinn and human sacrifices. (I had to cycle through 5 ideas before settling, everybody else’s ideas are so good!)

This zine was so fun to be apart of and filled with so many fantastic pieces! I’m so hyped to see how everything turns out!

Extract:

“It’s not a good story to tell, little mouse.”

Almost as if to apologize, Ra picked up the book again and started reading. Ra had a way of forming words, his voice deep and mellow, blending with the turn of the page. Ebbing and flowing, the story drifted around him like dragging notes. Ra looked over the top of the cover as he read.

“I was a king once,” Ra didn’t say it like it was a story. He said it like a memory, bittersweet on the tongue. “They used to come to me. I’ve helped raise a city out of the sand. I’ve known the feeling of bringing armies victory. I’ve known the maddening years of darkness, waiting, seconds turning to centuries in darkness.”

Thoughts melted away as a familiar warmth settled over him, radiating from Ra like the afternoon sun. It felt like smoke coiled in his mind, slowed down and sluggish. Bo’s eyelids raised and lowered. He watched with dull entrancement as the colored shadows cast by the hanging lanterns first glittered and spun then morphed and arched into dancing figures that twirled and skipped across their walls, moving in tandem with Ra’s story. Bo’s eyes sagged then fogged. In the state in between sleeping and waking, his vision blurred, he saw Ra’s skin darken then shift. What are you?

Something fell then shattered.

"he said you were so beautiful it made him shudder"

- New Writeblr -

Hey there! You can call me Nym.

For a while I’ve been juggling with the idea of starting a writing blog and it seems like I’ve finally found the courage to do so.

Nym, 26. Uni Student.

Friendly Mess

Passionate about reading and writing since forever.

Hoping finding an online community of writers could help kindle the dormant fires of my inspiration.

Seeking to experiment with my style.

Favorite genres to both read and write would be Fantasy (mostly dark and/or urban) and Science Fiction. But I love a little bit of everything.

Huge Greek Mythology Nerd.

World-building enthusiast.

The problem is; I’m not familiar with how things are done around here. Everyone seems to have these enormous networks and I don’t know how to do that.

- My blog is a sad empty Limbo with no format whatsoever.

- I can’t do edits.

- I don’t use an efficient tag system.

- I’m not used to the whole blogging business.

- I don’t even follow anyone as of now.

I guess what I would need is for those of you, seeing this in the tags, that feel anything I said resonate with them, to reblog this, so I can find friendly mutuals to start this adventure with.

Want to help a friend out?

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ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: sci-fi fantasy, young adult sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: first draft ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 0k ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ:

Every nation has a history. The Kur-Darash were once mighty conquerors who traveled planet to planet to amass their empire and further their technological progress. Humans had a rocky start, their First Generation destroying itself by way of its own ambition, then rising again to unite all peoples of Persephone in their first galactic alliance. The Kotiro were artists and scholars who used their vast intellect to educate each new generation, expanding minds across the network of our stars.

Every nation has a history – except mine. My name is Nara Landali and I am from Telvivere.

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