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Poetry
in which two images are shadows of each other
litany of what-ifs
what my mother never taught me
Currently mulling over how to improve pacing of fiction after getting accurate criticism of my inability to give stories a good proper resolution and narrative arc, but somewhat hindered by the same criticism taking a dump all over BDSM and reminding me that if I want more than a few people to read what I write, I cannot actually write what I want to and have to write things that bore me instead. Suggesting that I find writing non-BDSM erotica boring is likely to result in an angry backlash, but I want to know why it's acceptable to call my sexuality boring and unnecessary and "edgy" if I'm not allowed to respond in kind? NB: I don't find anything boring about vanilla sexuality and I think people are entitled to be comfortable with whatever they're comfortable with but I don't entirely enjoy being viewed as a demonstration of some tide or other. I'm just writing about shit that I find fun to write about.
With regards to proper endings I'm still not sure entirely what to do. How does one go about creating resolution, when resolution is something that seems to be entirely absent from life and which always feels artificial and forced when I try to write it? Other authors seem to manage this, and the only thing I can really manage is "rocks fall, everyone dies". I have a pathological hatred of heroic characters, but if I want the protagonist to be sympathetic I can't just write "terrible monster" as the PoV character because frankly I am not as good as Maria McCann and also the number of people who failed to connect with Jacob Cullen, going by reviews, suggests it's a high-risk gamble.
Really I don't know what to doooooooo. How do I create resolution? How do I, especially with the next set of characters, demonstrate that "murder and loneliness" constitute the best ending the passive protagonist can avail himself of, that "acting for himself" is the pinnacle of achievement? I don't ... I really cannot bring myself to write the kind of character for whom A Loving Reward is right. I can't even manage the kind of happy ending where it's happy for the moment but everyone knows it's going to go fucked soon. I literally can't do it. Either it ends at the end of the second act when everything is hopeless, or the third act ends in a skid and the only thing anyone can say for themselves is "I'm not dead yet" and no one wants that.
HOW. DO. I. DO. THIS. Other than completely eradicating my sense of nihilism?
in which two images are shadows of each other
litany of what-ifs
what my mother never taught me
Currently mulling over how to improve pacing of fiction after getting accurate criticism of my inability to give stories a good proper resolution and narrative arc, but somewhat hindered by the same criticism taking a dump all over BDSM and reminding me that if I want more than a few people to read what I write, I cannot actually write what I want to and have to write things that bore me instead. Suggesting that I find writing non-BDSM erotica boring is likely to result in an angry backlash, but I want to know why it's acceptable to call my sexuality boring and unnecessary and "edgy" if I'm not allowed to respond in kind? NB: I don't find anything boring about vanilla sexuality and I think people are entitled to be comfortable with whatever they're comfortable with but I don't entirely enjoy being viewed as a demonstration of some tide or other. I'm just writing about shit that I find fun to write about.
With regards to proper endings I'm still not sure entirely what to do. How does one go about creating resolution, when resolution is something that seems to be entirely absent from life and which always feels artificial and forced when I try to write it? Other authors seem to manage this, and the only thing I can really manage is "rocks fall, everyone dies". I have a pathological hatred of heroic characters, but if I want the protagonist to be sympathetic I can't just write "terrible monster" as the PoV character because frankly I am not as good as Maria McCann and also the number of people who failed to connect with Jacob Cullen, going by reviews, suggests it's a high-risk gamble.
Really I don't know what to doooooooo. How do I create resolution? How do I, especially with the next set of characters, demonstrate that "murder and loneliness" constitute the best ending the passive protagonist can avail himself of, that "acting for himself" is the pinnacle of achievement? I don't ... I really cannot bring myself to write the kind of character for whom A Loving Reward is right. I can't even manage the kind of happy ending where it's happy for the moment but everyone knows it's going to go fucked soon. I literally can't do it. Either it ends at the end of the second act when everything is hopeless, or the third act ends in a skid and the only thing anyone can say for themselves is "I'm not dead yet" and no one wants that.
HOW. DO. I. DO. THIS. Other than completely eradicating my sense of nihilism?