Stop Writing Gold, Start Writing Shit

Seriously. I urge you all to put down your pens (I’m kidding, I know we all use computers and spellcheck) and stop whatever great novel you’re writing. Throw it out and never look at it again. Forget everything about writing that you were ever told. Actually, turn off spellcheck too. Turn off all possible squiggly lines that might distract you from writing.

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Now, come up with a super generic character. Just go down the checklist of Mary Sue characteristics and use everything there as the base for your character. She is super hot, but she doesn’t think so. All the boys love her even though she shows no interest in her. She is flat and lifeless and will make your readers want to stab her. Have the perfect character yet? Good. Moving on.

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Now you need a love interest. Assuming your MC is a girl, the love interest has to be a boy. This is mainstream romance, people. Gay people don’t exist. Neither do transexuals, or people of color. Just straight white men throwing themselves at your MC. However, since your MC has so many men to chose from, your love interest has to be special. To make him special, we’re going to make him abusive. He’s going to stalk and harass and place ridiculous guidelines for your MC to follow. That makes him so super hot, right? You don’t even have to describe how attractive he is, just say “He’s, like, so hot” and your readers will just know.

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Next, you need a plot. Publishers want what sells, so you’ll need to write romance. There is no other genre, only romance. This means the entire story will be boring things between your MC and your love interest. Them talking about the love interest’s boring siblings. Making sandwiches together. Going from hating each other to loving each other in the same scene. Unrealistic make-out scenes. A pointless love triangle between your MC, the love interest, and some guy you know has absolutely no chance with the MC. (If you can’t come up with a plot, just steal all the characters and elements from a wildly successful young adult series and then change all the names.)

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Finally, you need to take that plot and stretch it out into at least three books. Four, if you can manage. Just throw in whatever scenes you can, they don’t have to make sense. Hell, none of it has to make sense. Just write the first crap that comes to mind and shove it on in there. Now you’ve got your gold.

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This all stems from this post about how some terrible One Direction fanfic is now being published. Also on that blog is an overview of each chapter and why it is horrible.  I have just given up on life, for the moment. I don’t even have time to write right now, but all I can think is “Oh, my writing is too good for publishing, maybe I should give up on punctuation!” I’m thinking of writing a fanfic of Obama’s family and make it so Mrs. Obama is having an affair with Kim Jong Whoever (you know who I’m talking about). That should get me some attention.

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Writing Prompt: Anger

Objective: Write an emotional arc for a character to move through.
Objective: Explore the use of voice in conveying emotion.

Ferran paced back and forth between his bed and the wall. There wasn’t much space, barely enough room for him to stretch his legs. His bed was but a straw pallet laying on the ground, on top of which sat his new… present. Wren.

“Are you alright?” the girl asked cautiously.

“Am I alright?” Ferran asked. He turned to face her. “Do I seem alright to you? Do you have any idea of the problems you’ve caused me just by coming here?”

Wren stood up. Though Ferran was very tall, Wren was only barely shorter than him. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am. As you know, I chose to come here to never see my family again. I chose to put myself at the mercy of Lord Acton. I simply begged for him to throw me away to one of his servants to use as a toy. Yes, these were all things I chose.

Ferran shook his head and collapsed onto his bed, hanging his head in his hands. He allowed Wren to tower over him. “I’ve been working for years to free my sister from this place. Years.” He hated Lord Acton, hated him with his entire being. The man was scum, not worthy of the throne he sat on. Given the chance Ferran would kill Acton without a second thought. The only problem was that such an act would prevent him from helping his sister. He couldn’t just throw everything away like that. 

“I’m sorry,” Wren said after some time had passed. 

“I am too. No one is to blame but Acton. I just want to get Anna out of here.”

“And what if she doesn’t want to leave?” 

Ferran sighed. “Why do you think I’ve been here for so long?”

A short excerpt from an untitled novel I’m working on written for the above prompt.