I really enjoy Adam Scott struggling not to smile at Amy Poehler’s hilarity.
i really like looking at google image searches for “firemen rescuing cats” or something because you get super cute pictures like
AND THEN THERE’S THIS ONE
"THAT’S RIGHT TWAS I that set the house ablaze!!!”
As fanfic was literally the only creative writing I did before writing my first novel, it was basically the only practical thing that helped hone my writing skills.
Fan fiction helped me write realistic dialogue, develop a solid story arc, learn what works and what doesn’t as far as my own writing style, helped me get those “beginner mistakes” out of the way, like using flashbacks and random POV changes instead of simply incorporating that information into a narrative with flow and good pacing and plot points of “convenience” simply to drive the story forward. All of those bad habits of weak writing were gone by the time I was ready to move on to my own original work. It also gave me confidence. The fanfic I wrote was for a VERY small fandom (esp. compared to TWD), but my fics drew a ton of readers, many of whom had never even watched the show before. That so many people were enjoying my writing gave me the push I needed to try my own thing.
The only thing it didn’t do was help me develop my own characters and my own world to play in, but that’s something that comes pretty naturally to me. That’s where many fanfic writers struggle, because all of that is provided for you when you play in someone else’s sandbox. Like I said, I’m lucky, that bit came naturally to me, but it’s definitely a skill that can be developed over time and if you’re not writing sci-fi or fantasy, it’s truly not all that difficult to do.
And if anyone ever wrote fanfic of my work, I’d be beyond flattered. I wouldn’t read it as that can get murky legally speaking, but I’d still be flattered. And if that fanfic helped them get their writing to a point where they were able to publish their own original work? I’d be like a proud mama bear.
Thanks very much. What you said makes a lot of sense and I must admit that fanfic has helped me in similar ways regarding the stumbling blocks you mentioned. Oddly for me, up until a year ago I was actually a magazine editor and so I had a creative outlet as such but as the style of writing is so very different I can’t categorically state it helped with fiction. It most likely did in a technical sense but as far as actually attempting fiction I’ve found fan fiction to be extremely helpful and it seems to work as a fantastic way to bash through writers block (for me personally).
Thanks so much for answering, it was great to hear your insight.
And yeah, if I am ever lucky enough to publish something original and people make fanfic of it, I’d consider that a huge honour.
"white people can’t danc-"
"white people can’t twer-"
Is is one of those episodes that was so important to the show. Not because it was major plot device but because it was an episode that, for the most part, was random yet hit every viewer right in the heart.
Why did no one remember her?
Does this episode show what humans are capable of or does this show a side of the doctor never witnessed before?
that old guy said that he made this trip 14 times. in all those 14 times he never thought to ask the hostess what her name was?
Well Carol Jackson has got her own shit to worry about.
A wonderful analogy.
THIS PHOTO WAS TAKEN LAST WEEK AT MY LOCAL KMART. YES, THAT IS A SEALED VHS TAPE OF JIMMY NEUTRON THE MOVIE, IN 2014, AT KMART, SITTING NEXT TO DVDS AND BLU-RAYS, PRICED AT $8.99
To give perspective, this film was released on VHS in 2002 and has been sitting unopened in a Kmart store for 12 years, longer than children now in middle school.
Plain proof that no one does inventory or gives a shit at any Kmart anywhere. Someone could probably live in Kmart and have no one notice.
In 2001, I did an experiment for school about the idea of living in a big-box store like this. I selected a busy 24hr Meijer, which is a midwest-only combination of Marts both K and Wal. I entered the store on a lovely friday afternoon, and didn’t leave the store until the following sunday evening. I read the entire magazine section, played all of the demos of the games in the electronics section, and beat minesweeper on my phone innumerable times. I ate at the pizza parlour they’d just installed, and slept on the display furniture. I wandered around the racks during the day, bored out of my skull. I considered buying frozen burritos and asking one of the employees if they had a breakroom where I could microwave them, but that felt like it wouldn’t truly answer the question if someone could live in a Meijer; I’d be using resources that weren’t public.
The only time I was ever asked if I needed any help was on sunday morning around 8am, and then it was only waking me up to ask me if I was drunk and had wandered in that night and fell asleep on their displays. I said, “no, I’m fine, I’m just trying this futon.” and was left alone.
The people that work there really don’t care.
u lived in a k-mart
This is the most magical thing I’ve ever had the privilege of reading
you deserve a book deal and a movie just for the phrase ‘marts both k and wal’