THERES A DIFFERENCE I PROMISE
Anyone can write a book, not everyone can tell a story.
Anyone can simply jot some words down and call it a book, but not everyone can take the time and explain to their readers what exactly is going on and how that character feels.
As a author it is your job to fuck your readers up.
Leave them in a glass case of emotions and have no regrets of doing so. Even though you sorta feel bad anyways.
Oh yes, it's a cruel life style and it's only made for the toughest.
Alrighty, Auntie C's got a story to tell you.
Gather around kidos, lend me your ears, listen to what I gotta say, that means shut up and listen.
I've grown up in the country my entire life. Yes, I'm basically a Texas stereotype and it utterly sickens me. I live where people talk with thick southern accents, cows roam just about everywhere, and people go hog chasing for 'fun'. The population is a little over 2000 people, the majority being white, then black and Mexican are almost tied, maybe two Asian families and one middle eastern family. Theres a grocery store, a few gas station, a Family dollar, Sonic, and a fried chicken joint that sorta put us on the map. The only nonstereotypical thing about where I live is that it rains a lot. Everyone assumes Texas is dry as a desert, with cracks in the dirt and snakes slithering around.
Despite being from a small town, I'm very city oriented. Maybe it's because I despise being from the middle of nowhere, but city lights inspire me. Yes, out of all the things the city offers, I'm fascinated by the lights. You see, when I was young, my parents often took me to Houston, which is the greatest city on the planet in my opinion. Houston shuts down every stereotype there is about Texas. It's an old souled city. From the music that takes you back to the 70's, to the food that takes you straight to heaven and back, and of course there are the lights. There are the basic street lights, but then they're are the ones that shine bright off of the glass buildings downtown and the ones that twinkle off of the office building windows and onto the streets below. And don't get me started with the streets, because each street has a story told from the generations before us. Maybe is a story of struggle and pain, or maybe there was a joyous moment. You'll never be sure until you walk down it.
Alright I'm done.
I said all that when I could have easily said this:
I've always lived in the country. I live in a small town in Texas, but I like going to the city. Houston is my favorite city. The lights are my favorite thing.
^^ THATS UGLY.
What picture did that paragraph above paint? None. If you got something out of that then your a miracle worker.
Story telling is all about painting a picture for your readers.
Use descriptive words. Explain what things look like, explain your characters actions, thoughts and feelings. Give the image you see in your head to your readers.
Little details count even when they feel like they don't!
I'm being so hypocritical for saying that because I feel like I never describe enough, but I'm telling you the moment you can paint the picture for your reader, you've already won them over.
Describing feelings are hard because feelings are stupid.
The way one person would react is not exactly the way another person would act so it's hard to get feelings right on the dot.
But compare these two scenes.
EXAMPLE ONE:
My eyes widen at the sight of him. He making me nervous. Finn looked different. He wasn't acting the same. He seemed more dangerous but his eyes were the same. This is what the demon truly was.
EXAMPLE TWO:
My eyes widen at the sight of him. It all seemed too real to me. The aura he held caused my hands to sweat and my heart rate to increase. Finn's once short hair now flows in long strands down his back. His face still holding his handsome featured but his skin was now marked in designs and paintings. As he stood before me it seemed as though it were more than a gimmick to him. He stood as a stance that read nothing but dominance and could strike fear into any man. His eyes were the only familiar thing about him. They still held their innocence while the rest of his body screamed sin. Maybe the demon was more than just gimmick to him. Maybe it's what he kept inside.
Ok that sorta kinda sucked BUT IT WAS BETTER THAN THE FIRST ONE AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW.
Another thing, remember make your characters human.
No, I'm not saying that you can't write about Aliens, Zombies, or whatever. Write whatever you want, but if you don't plan to use any supernatural beings, remember that they are human.
Humans eat, shower, girls have monthly bastards that come knocking on the door, they get the sniffles, they have banter with other people!
Your characters don't have to always be on the topic of the book.
I often open up my chapters with my main characters interacting with side characters about a topic before they get to the problem at hand. It makes it more humanish.
And lastly, don't rush your story.
That's the worst thing you can do is rush it.
Guys, people don't fall in love within one day. It's a gradual process. Now, I can't tell you what's the best way transition into a more loving character relationship but I do know that your characters don't need to go from hating each other to loving each other within the span of one chapter just because they both like a certain song
You gotta hint those love feelings. Once again, feelings are fucking stupid, but they're essential.
CHAPTER REVIEW:
•PAINT THE PICTURE
•CHARACTERS ARE HUMANS TOO
•LOVE IS A GRADUAL PROCESS. TAKE IT SLOW.
YOU ARE READING
Fictionology ➳ writing & cover tips
RandomA book in which I will probably roast myself into depression and become the one thing I hate, a hypocrite, just to give out a few writing and cover tips.
