Mad Maxxie Writes!

Maxxie, they/them, 23. I write mostly fantasy and dystopian, and I write book reviews over @madmaxxieslibrary. Like what I do? Support me at http://ko-fi.com/madmaxxie

[lilithderayne]

WRITEBLR HELP?!

Okay, how do people find actors/people in general that look like their characters for moodboards and powerpoints and sometimes WIP character pages? I’ve been searching for like 3 hours and am nearly in tears from frustration. There has got to be some kind of convenient resource that doesn’t involve me scrolling through shitty ragmag esque celebrity websites, or Google Images.

[gettingitwrite]

I mean I probably shouldn’t be giving advice but I usually google ‘gender + ethnicity + age range actors’ and poke around for a while until I eventually give up on finding the perfect one and settle on something half decent that gets the point across

[madmaxxiewrites]

PB Updates!!! If you scroll through the sidebar, you can filter by gender, ethnicity, hair colour, and age range! Or you can just like... Scroll through the massive database and see what you can find. Most of the links lead to icon sets that either don't work anymore or you have to have an InsaneJournal account to access, but that's okay because once you find someone you can just take it to google from there!!!

[elliotwarren]

Promo yourself!

So I’m new to Writeblr and I’m having a hard time knowing where to start. I want to start reading some works, reviewing stuff, getting to know people etc but I have No Idea where to start, even with the people I’m following.

If you’ve got a minute! Please reblog with the WIP you’d like the most attention on - give me a blurb, and a link of where to start reading! Or if you don’t have an exert to read, just talk to me about it. Eventually I’ll be putting together a side blog for my ‘reading list’, so I’m stoked to get to know the community. If you don’t want to reblog, you can just message me!

[madmaxxiewrites]

I don't have a long-term WIP right now, just... A few nebulous ideas floating around that I should really plant/water but I'm really bad at actually sticking to that xDD

BUT. The one nebulous idea I do have that sticks out the most atm is... Sort of inspired by The Gentlemen Bastards by Scott Lynch, if you've ever read that series? So what I have right now is the following:

I know I want to draw my main inspiration from Charles Dickens, Assassin's Creed, and Leo Tolstoy. I know I want to have a pantheon inspired by the major arcana of the tarot (I've designed three of them). I know I want to try my hand at constructing a language based in proto-slavic that will (hopefully) be a large part of the world's culture. And I know that I want to address political conflict and my bitterness at people who think they're somehow superior for refusing to pick a side.

Also I'm considering trying to have it be a game rather than a novel. Maybe a text-based rpg, since I can't art or code or anything. Who knows. Not me.

[madmaxxiewrites]

An Unconventional Approach

Cullen struggles with his feelings for one of the Circle mages and decides running away is no longer an option.

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Even now, as she sat in the library half asleep and hunched over a massive tome, Cullen could not believe how beautiful and intelligent this woman was. Hardly any of the other mages, let alone apprentices, would be willing to stay awake this late for the sake of knowledge. But she had always been different.

    And the way her wild curls refused to lie still, especially now in the early hours of the morning, the way her skin glowed warmly by the light of the single candle - as if the Maker Himself had designed her appearance to match the wildfire that burned within--

    No. Don’t think like that, Cullen. She’s your charge. You musn’t forget your place, he reprimanded himself. He was a better man than that. As a Templar, his place was to guard these mages, not… lust after them like some lecherous dog.

    Was it even lust, though? Certainly he’d had… thoughts, as any man would, and it brought a rush of blood to his face. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it away. No, this was different. It was more than just her physicality that intrigued him. Something about her essence, her very existence made him want to be the best man he could be. Perhaps it was love. Perhaps he was simply young and foolish.

    He sighed. It was quite late now, surely she should be getting some rest… would it be too bold to suggest this to her? He drummed his fingers anxiously on his glove, the soft clink of metal on metal helping him think.

    It was a good few moments before he worked up the nerve to approach her, reciting what he would say to her in his head. A few more moments passed and he awkwardly cleared his throat, unable to form the words he’d chosen so carefully.

    Neria Surana started at the sudden sound behind her, her head whipping around to appraise her unexpected companion. She recognized him… the adorably shy Templar who always seemed to be stationed near her. His shyness did him credit. If he were bolder, she might have mistaken his intentions for something darker.

    Still, he had caught her off guard, which was not a position she appreciated finding herself in. Especially not with such little sleep. “Yes?” she snapped, with much more venom than she had intended.

    Cullen was taken aback by her response, though he quickly realized he shouldn't have been surprised. He did sneak up on her, more or less. “My apologies,” he stammered out quickly, bowing his head slightly as a sign of surrender. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

   Damn it all. He kicked himself for that. What had he expected, anyway? He bit the inside of his cheek, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking again. She was… staring at him. Maker, she had such beautiful eyes…

    “I… Simply noticed you were falling asleep with your book,” he explained, praying that he sounded more confident than he felt. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

    The room was quiet for far too long before she responded, “I’m fine.” It was short, but he was relieved to hear considerably less contempt in her voice. And… was that a smile? He felt his face turn red, and he quickly looked away.

    “Right, of course,” he agreed, as if it had been obvious from the start. “But… you must be cold in here. If you insist on staying, at least allow me to find you a cloak.”

    He immediately regretted offering, it was far too personal. He couldn’t look her in the eye. But to his immense surprise, she agreed. “I’d appreciate that,” she said with a nod. And this time, the smile was clear as day, and it lit up the entire room.

[madmaxxiewrites]

Spirit's Eve - Cat and Mouse

You and Shane take Jas and Vincent trick-or-treating for Spirit's Eve, but their buddy costume doesn't quite work out as planned...

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“No, Shane, pepper poppers aren’t candy. You can’t give them to children. They want sugar,” you laugh, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He scowls for a moment, but it turns into the gentle smile you’ve come to know and love. It was a bad joke, he knows, but a joke nonetheless.  

“We should head over to Marnie’s soon to pick up Jas,” he mentions, wiping your kiss off his cheek with a mock-disgusted expression. “I bet she’s been ready for hours.” He chuckles, a low, quiet sound that somehow walks the line between non-existence and filling the entire room. It’s enchanting, and it happens so rarely. It’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him.  

“Right.” It’s not too much longer before it’ll start getting dark, and while Marnie has no issue letting Jas stay out late on festival nights, you have no desire to start any fights with the woman who keeps your farm running smoothly. You give Shane another kiss, a quick peck on the lips this time, and lead him out of the house.  

It’s a nice night out. Chilly, but not uncomfortably cold. The sort of weather that’s undeniably associated with Spirit’s Eve. The two of you enjoy a quiet, though uneventful, walk to Marnie’s ranch. The smell of Cindersap’s pines permeates the air and the crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet, combined with the crisp air, reenergizes you after a long day of work. Anyone else would feel compelled to fill the silence with meaningless chatter. Not Shane, though. He’s one of the few people who appreciates silence, and you’ve always appreciated that about him.  

Jas and Marnie are already waiting outside when you arrive. “Uncle Shane!” the girl calls out, running towards him with a huge grin on her face. She’s traded her usual pink dress for a black one, and is wearing cat ears in place of her usual hair bow. She’s also painted whiskers on her cheeks. It’s probably one of the most adorable things you’ve seen in a while. Shane lifts her up easily and spins her around, a grin quickly replacing his typical expression. You’ve never seen anyone make him as happy as Jas does, and that makes you happy.  

“Jas!” He gives her a quick kiss on the head before setting her down. “A kitty, huh? Good choice. Did you help Aunt Marnie catch mice around the barn today?” Jas blushes a little, looking down at her feet, looks back up at her godfather with a large grin, nods, then meows.  

“Vincent’s s’pposed to be a mouse,” she explains, reaching up to grab his hand and lead him towards the town square. “We planned it weeks ago. Miss Penny helped us make the costumes!”  

Marnie and Shane both laugh, and she holds out a bag for Jas to take. “Don’t you need something for your candy, little kitty? Or were you going to carry it all in your paws?” Jas blushes again and takes the bag from her, then goes back to tugging on Shane’s hand. It doesn’t take much coaxing to get him moving, and you follow along after them. “Don’t stay out too late!” Marnie calls after you.  

The first stop is Vincent’s house, and he’s also waiting outside with Sam. You’d half expected to see Kent out there with them, given his recent return, but you don’t see him, and you have no intention of prying. You do, however, notice that Vincent is also wearing all black, cat ears, and whiskers. Before you have time to say anything, Jas is already on the case.  

“Vincent!” Her tone is somewhere between a reprimand and a whine, the way only a child can manage. “You were supposed to be a mouse! We had the costume finished and everything! Miss Penny helped you make the ears, remember?” 

“They didn’t look good,” he answers with a bit of a frown. “My big brother helped me make these instead. Besides, why do youget to be the cat? I want to be the cat!” Vincent holds Sam’s hand as if for protection. Jas may seem sweet, but she can be scary, and no one knows that better than he does. You watch the exchange for a bit, unsure of exactly what to do. Dealing with children wasn’t ever really your forte.  

Finally, once Vincent looks like he might start to cry and Jas looks like she might soon be a red cat rather than a black one, you manage to come up with a solution. “You can both be cats, you know,” you suggest, softly at first in case the idea is rejected. Vincent seems pleased with this and his expression immediately turns back into a grin.  

Jas, on the other hand, doesn’t quite seem sold. “He said he would be the mouse,” she insists, very nearly stamping her little foot. You turn to Vincent, crouching down a bit to be more on his level.  

“You said you and Miss Penny made mouse ears in class, right?” you ask, another genius plan forming. “Do you still have them?” Vincent nods slowly, a bit unsure of whatever it is you might be about to suggest. “Can you go get them for me?” He agrees, and runs inside to grab his mouse ears.  

They’re not exactly well-made, but you can tell what they’re supposed to be, and that’s what’s important. You thank him for the ears and before Shane can protest, put them on his head with a grin. “There,” you say to Jas, now there’s two cats and a giant mouse.” She seems pleased with this solution. Shane does not.  

“Yay! Uncle Shane’s trick-or-treating with us!” she exclaims happily, clapping excitedly. 

“You know, if you really don’t want to, I can wear the mouse ears,” Sam offers with a chuckle. “It’s not a big deal.” 

Not one to be shown up by anyone else, and especially not one to let Jas down, Shane shakes his head. “I think I make a pretty good mouse,” he laughs.  

[sarcasm-and-studying]

Reblog this with the worst thing you’ve ever done to a character / made a character do

[madmaxxiewrites]

Yesterday I made one of my favourite babies live through the death of his entire family for the sake of a torture fic? #thankswhumptober

[madmaxxiewrites]

The Burning of Honnleath

When the Circle tower is taken over by blood mages, Cullen is forced to helplessly live through his worst nightmare.

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Cullen Rutherford had joined the Templars with the express intention of helping people, and this was not at all what he’d had in mind. A Circle post was supposed to be relatively easy, consisting of keeping a few mages on track and generally keeping order. Nothing of this scale. No one had said anything about blood magic.

Now, the Tower was no longer a sanctuary of learning, it was a prison full of abominations and truly evil creatures. And all the good men had been killed, right before his eyes. Only eighteen years old, and all his friends, his brothers, lay dead because of these power-hungry, Maker-forsaken mages. How he hated them.

And instead of standing and fighting, like men of honour, the mages had run. They couldn’t have stood behind their actions, oh no. They’d run like cowards. Now all that remained were a few lingering demons and what seemed like thousands of corpses. And Cullen was trapped.

Even without the physical barrier between himself and the door, he couldn’t have escaped. The screams of his friends as they were cut down one after the other by abominations and demons lingered in the air, ringing in his ears and permeating his very soul in a way that made him sick to his stomach. He’d been sick, in fact. Several times. It was starting to smell. The stench of drying blood wasn’t helping, either.

The ground fell out from under his feet, and steel clanged against stone as he fell to the floor. But even though his body hit the ground, he didn’t stop falling. The tower had disappeared from around him, turning into the village of Honnleath. At least, it looked like Honnleath. It was difficult to be sure through all the smoke. Every single house was ablaze, and darkspawn had control of the village. Bodies were everywhere. More bodies than were in the tower, even. And Cullen felt his breath catch in his throat. Every short breath he could manage to draw stung like it was full of glass shards. The entire village? On fire? This couldn’t be right. Honnleath wasn’t the best defended village in Ferelden, but it wasn’t likely to just burst into flame… But now wasn’t the time to start questioning reality. He was standing frozen in the middle of his burning home, and with every passing second, air was becoming harder and harder to come by.

A scream, loud and sharp, pierced through the crackle of the flames, drawing Cullen out of his stupor. He knew that voice… His lips moved, grasping at words that were just out of reach, tears stinging his eyes. Were they from the smoke, or something else? After what felt like entirely too long, he found his voice again. “Mother!” He shielded his eyes with his forearm, desperate to find the source of the scream. If someone was still alive, if his mother was still alive, he had to find her and get her out of here before the place was reduced to ash.

He found his family huddled under a tree, darkspawn surrounding them on all sides. He immediately reached for his sword, but his hand fell straight through where the hilt should have been. He reached for his shield on his back, but he only felt the cloth of his tunic. Cullen Rutherford had joined the Templars with the express intention of helping people, and here he was, defenseless, while his own family fended off a veritable horde of darkspawn.

…No. Weapon and armourless, maybe, but not defenseless. Cullen charged in, hands balled into fists. His father had taken up arms, if you could call it that. The sword he held was rusty from years of disuse and he had no shield to speak of. Aside from the two men and their makeshift weapons, the rest of his family was undefended.

Rosalie started to cry as Cullen beat one of the darkspawn over the head, watching in stunned horror as it appeared to do absolutely nothing. In return, the monster spun around and sliced at him with its blade. Between the smoke and the shock and the incessant screaming of his friends in the back of his head, he couldn’t step out of the way in time. The blade sliced clean through his arm, creating a deep gash that left his right arm incapacitated. That wasn’t how this was supposed to happen…

In a flustered rage, he struck out again, this time aiming for the base of the skull. And again, the monster was entirely unfazed. This wasn’t right… These men were here, fighting for their lives, and the darkspawn wouldn’t die. They wouldn’t even take a scratch. There was nothing they could do to hurt these creatures…

Just as he had come to this realization, he was snapped back to reality by several screams. Before he could fully process what had happened, his father crumpled to the ground in front of him. His mother, stoic either from shock or necessity, inched forward towards his body, forgetting about the horde. There was no time to panic, no time to mourn, no time to even think. All Cullen could do was instinctively throw himself in front of his siblings. At the very least, he could protect them.

The smoke seeped into his wounded arm, causing the gash to burn even more than it already did. He hissed. The blood loss should have weakened him by now, but all he felt was terror. Terror, and the distinct sharpness of a blade piercing his chest. A gasp, followed by a gurgled scream, was the only sound he could manage to form. He should have slumped over then and there, dead. But no such luck. Instead, the searing pain continued and the taste of iron filled his mouth. Slowly, he turned his head. He was not dead, as far as he could tell. But directly behind him, the weight of his mother’s limp body pressed against his shoulder. He spat out the blood in his mouth, letting out a pathetic whimper. Why? Why was this happening?

Despite his best judgement, he pulled the blade from his chest and slowly managed to stand up. He was weakened, but not incapacitated. As real as this felt, it wasn’t real. He knew that now. But he had to get his siblings to safety. He instructed Mia to grab Rosalie and took Branson’s arm, using himself as a human shield to push them through the horde. The monsters made no attempt to push back, though they did follow. His siblings ran ahead of him on his orders, Cullen falling a bit behind in pain. They were just about to clear the village and make it out, when he heard the distinct sound of shattering glass surround them.

More flames burst up in a frenzy right in front of him, enveloping his siblings in seconds. The screams were shattering, but not long-lasting. Cullen fell to his knees, the tears he had been fighting to hold back finally bursting free.

And in a moment, Honnleath was gone. The smoke cleared, and he could breathe again. That is, the few breaths he managed to catch in between wrenching sobs. His wounds were gone, but the pain was still fresh and clear in his mind. Never before had the stone floor of the tower seemed at once so comforting and so cold. He sobbed until he had no tears left, and continued sobbing even after, the dry retching making him sick – again.

It felt like days before he heard another voice. “Now, now. How unbecoming of a Templar,” it spoke, a disembodied voice like gravel in an alchemist’s mortar. “Really, I’d thought you’d be stronger.” Cullen had no response. He opened his eyes and saw no one.

[note-katha]

SO HEY

I’ve decided to run an event.

For October, I’m calling it “Writober” or, for more fun, The Night of The Living Writer!

I think I’ve seen a few of these floating around the inter-webs but, hey! Why not have another?

It’s 31 days of prompts and writing starters to get everyone writing something, no matter how big or small!

Anyone interested in it can rb/reply to this post to be tagged in the list when it’s posted! (Later today!)

[millennialofthemillennium]

Woo!

[madmaxxiewrites]

Ooooh!

[madmaxxiewrites]

The Lovers - part one of my tarot-inspired pantheon for the unnamed WIP I intend to stick with this time!!!

[elenajohansenauthor-deactivated]

Double Your Word Count: A Sprint Game

I cannot take credit for this idea–I read it somewhere on the NaNo forums last year, and since they’re wiped yearly the post I saw is long gone. Someone awesome who isn’t me came up with this, but I love it and want to share it.

Here’s what you do:

Set a timer for 5 minutes and sprint. Record your word count–I played this morning and got 188 words.

Okay, double that to set your goal for the next sprint, 10 minutes. I needed 376 words; I actually wrote 481. Go me!

Double that (my new goal is 962) and do a 20-minute sprint. Oops! I failed the first time, and only wrote 870 words.

If you fail at the goal, you have to try again instead of doubling. My second try: a measly 737. I was getting tired.

I took a break and did some tumblring, then tried a third time.

After a while, I realized I hadn’t actually started my timer, when I thought “Shouldn’t it have gone off by now?” and saw it sitting at 0:00.

But I’d written 1,443 more words, bringing my total for the day to almost 4K. Success, even if I wasn’t actually playing the game anymore.

(If I had reached that goal, the next step would be to double it and do a 40-minute sprint–I’ve tried that twice before and never managed to make it. Fatigue sets in for me, and my most effective writing-time length seems to be 15-20 minutes max, if I’m going for speed. Give it a try, certainly, to see if it works for you!)

[kaypier-deactivated20200518]

More often than not I’ll crack into a sprawling fantasy series and, while I appreciate the luscious descriptions of furniture, landscapes, and clothing, all I’m focused on is that I don’t actually know how this world works. I only know what it looks like.  

Including some functionality to your universe can add to immersion and give your reader a strong foundation on which to build their mental model of your universe. 

You certainly don’t need to use all of these questions! In fact, I recommend against that, as all of these certainly won’t make it into your final draft. I personally find that starting my worldbuilding off with 5 to 10 functional questions helps pave the way for glittery and elaborate aesthetic development later on.

How is the healthcare funded in your world?

How does healthcare functionally differ between the wealthy and the poor? (i.e. can only the wealthy go to hospitals? do poor families often have to rely on back-alley procedures?)

Where are health centers (i.e. hospitals, small clinics, etc.) organized in your cities?

Does it differ in smaller towns?

How does this affect people’s ability to get healthcare?

Is healthcare magical, and if it is, how does that affect the healthcare system? 

If healing is instantaneous, how does that affect people’s views on injury, illness, and chronic ailments?

If you have both magical and physical healthcare, which one is deemed superior and how does that affect society? 

What illnesses are common in your world? 

How does this affect daily life? 

What do the people in your world think illnesses are? 

Is it a miasma theory? 

Humor theory? 

Demons? 

Do they know about biological viruses and bacteria? 

How does this affect healthcare?

How do people get water? 

Is the water sanitary and if not, how do they sanitize it?

How does agriculture work? 

Is it large corporations or individual farms?

What sort of agricultural technology exists in your world and how does it affect food production?

Are farmers wealthy or poor?

What sort of natural resources does your world/country(ies) have and how are they obtained?

How does this affect the average wealth of the country?

How does this wealth affect the culture? 

What livestock or beasts of burden are most valued? Least valued? Why?

What is considered a luxury good vs. a regular good?

What forms of transportation does your world have?

What classes use what forms of transportation?

How far has the average citizen traveled, given your transportation limitations?

Which cities are the most accessible and which are the least? Why?

How do popular transportation methods change how cities/towns are laid out?

Does your world have public transportation? What is it?

Is there a coming-of-age aspect to travel?

Describe your world’s postal system or whatever equivalent there is. 

Who pays for it? 

How reliable is it? 

Are there emergency methods for transporting information?

How does your world keep time (i.e. watches, sundials, water clock, etc.)?

Does your world have a currency system, barter system, or something else? 

If you have multiple countries, do different currencies have different values across said countries?

How does this affect travel?

Do you have banks in your world and if so, how are they run?

Who owns the banks? Government? Wealthy? How does this affect the economy and/or class system?

How does credit operate in your universe?

Does your world operate more on big corporations or small business? Something in between?

How are workers/labourers treated in your world? 

Are there workers unions and if so, what are common views on unions? 

Describe your tax system. If you don’t have a tax system, explain why and how your world is affected by that. 

Can certain social classes not own property, certain livestock, certain businesses, etc.? Why?

How are business records kept? Are business records kept?

If your world has technology, does your world prioritize developing entertainment tech, communications tech, transportation tech or something else entirely?

What does this say about your world?

How does this affect your economy?

To the closest approximation, what type of government does your world have? 

How are rulers/presidents/nobles put in place? 

How much power does an individual ruler have? 

Is there a veto process? 

If you have multiple countries, do they have different types of rulers?

Describe any large-scale alliances (i.e. countries, factions, etc.) that are present in your world. 

How did they come about and how are they maintained? 

Are they strained or peaceful? 

How does it affect the greater politics of your world?

Describe how wars are fought both internationally and nationally. 

Do methods of war differ between countries/races? 

What about philosophies about war?

If there is a military, what is its hierarchy structure?

How does the military recruit?

Is the military looked upon favourably in your society?

What weapons are used by each country/type of people during warfare, and how does that affect war strategies?

Describe the sentencing system of your world. 

Is your accused innocent until proven guilty, or guilty until proven innocent?

How are lawbreakers punished? 

If you have prisons, describe how they are organized and run, and who owns them. 

Does differing ownership change how the prisons operate?

What are the major ways in which laws between countries vary? 

Do laws between cities vary? If so, how and why?

How does citizenship work in your world? What rights and privileges do citizens have that others do not? 

Can certain classes or races not become citizens?

Are there certain taboo subjects or opinions that artist/authors/musicians are not allowed to depict (i.e. portraying the official religion in a negative light, explicit sexual material, etc.)? What does this say about your society?

How do people get around these censorship laws?

What is the official hierarchy of duty in your world? (i.e. is family the most important, or patriotism? What about clan?)

How many languages are there in your world, and how many languages share a common origin? 

How many people are multilingual? 

Which language is the most common?

How is multilingualism viewed?

How are different languages viewed? (i.e. is one language ugly/barbaric while another is romantic and sensual?)

Feel free to add your own questions in reblogs or in comments!

[katywritesbooks]

I’ve reblogged this so many times but IT IS SO USEFUL

[moondust-bard]

Camp NaNo Update!

I am, in fact, going to participate in July’s Camp NaNo. I will be working on my second wip—the one featuring witches, sirens, and shifters.

I hope to keep myself accountable by posting weekly updates. My word count goal is relatively small, so I have no excuses.

Will anyone else be joining me?

[wolvesofarcadia-archive]

YES I WILL JOIN YOU!!

[madmaxxiewrites]

I’ll make an attempt to join, but i’ll also be SUPER BUSY in July so we’ll see how it goes! 

[writerswritecompany]

Novel Structure

[portmanteau-bot]

novel + structure = novucture.

Beep-boop. Portmanteau^bot^1 Some of you will be my pet if you survive the initial human extermination. | PayPal | Patreon

[perringwrites]

ah yes. a handy novucture.

[susiephone]

*sweats nervously*

[bi-digitalis-obscura]

[writingdotcoffee]

How to Write a Good Villain: 4 Dangerous Tips From Black Panther

Marvel's Black Panther created perhaps the most compelling villain in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Killmonger's motivations, actions, and backstory were expertly crafted. Here's what writers can learn from Black Panther about how to write a good villain.

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Why artists and writers reblog their work multiple times:

They posted it late at night and want people to see it in the daytime

They want others to reblog it

They want more attention for it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

They have followers in different timezones and want everyone to get a chance to see it

THEY WANT OTHERS TO REBLOG IT

IF THEY REBLOG IT MULTIPLE TIMES, THEY’RE DOING IT BECAUSE THEY WANT ATTENTION FOR IT AND THEY’RE LIKELY NOT GETTING ENOUGH, SO THEY KEEP REBLOGGING IT IN THE HOPES THEY’LL GET SOME

BE A COOL BRO AND REBLOG

THEY’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER

[grifalinas]

“Bro why you keep reblogging your own work bro” “BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE IS”

[thresholdofzero-deactivated2018]

The same reason movies play in theaters for longer than one night.

The same reason art exhibits last for days.

The same reason music isn’t listened to only once.

[hakimo2015]

Reblogging for the last comment! 👍👍👍

[konekat]

100% this.

Quick note: Not reblogging this to say LOOK, YOU HAVEN’T REBLOGGED CREATORS’ CONTENT, YOU ARE GUILTY, LET ME GUILT TRIP YOU.

Everyone has their reasons to reblog/not reblog and no one should feel ashamed for that.

The reason I’m reblogging this is because it’s SO important for people to understand WHY creators reblog multiple times and to not get frustrated about it. They made something they’re proud of, and no one should be trying to make them feel ashamed of that.

[seeingteacupsindragons]

Hey Writeblr, Some Advice...

I know y’all love talking about your books and your WIPs and stuff, but some things to keep in mind:

Tumblr is a public space. Your conversations and idea sharing is public.

If you want to be published, you can’t share too much of your WIP online. That’s called seizing your First Publishing Rights, which you’re allowed to do, but it’s what most publishers will pay for. Seriously.

People do steal ideas. It happens. If you don’t want yours taken, be circumspect with sharing. Just because someone says they want you to give them a summary of it so “they can remember” doesn’t mean that’s why they want it.

All those “snippet” shares are ripe for keeping you from publishing that book traditionally, and also for plagiarism.

[brynprocrastinates]

1. Tumblr is a public space with so many people talking about so many stories that its hard enough as it is to get anyone to notice.

2. Traditional publishing and self publishing are equally lucritic and traditional publishers will happily take stories previously published online if they know they’ll sell. (I don’t promote doing this because its rare. But a writer who’s talked about their writing online and gained fans is much more promising than one who’s a shot in the dark.)

3. Your ideas have been done before. They’re not as unique or special as you think, and if they are, then they’re not marketable and no business minded publisher will take them.

4. This is just bogus now a days, and shouldnt stop you from building your platform or just plain enjoying yourself. Half those lines are going to be rewritten during the editing stage anyways.

[max-gillespie]

HI I’M A PUBLISHER LET ME TELL YOU THIS IS COMPLETE AND UTTER BULLSHIT.

“First Rights” refers to original publication rights. This means, typically, that you are selling your books for profit, with an ISBN, registered with the library of congress. Publishing on Tumblr, Wattpad, or any other blog, or personal space does not interfere with this. Besides the fact that many publishers will still pick up books with followings (especially if you’re looking into small presses! If your book has done well in the self-publishing sphere, consider publishing with a small house, since that benefits everyone.)  For example, I’ve seen a dozen books on wattpad that gained a following, or… The Martian? May have heard of that one? Yeah that was published IN FULL on his blog.

People do “steal” ideas. You may have heard of something called Eragon, or Fifty Shades of Gray. Or a dozen other things that have sold well. The people who quote unquote steal your ideas still have to write the damn book which is HARD. If they are directly taking your words, you are protected by intellectual copyright laws. If you have published them in a public sphere, that makes you even safer, because there is proof that these words were yours.

Finally, as a marketing person for my house, let me tell you: KEEP PUBLISHING YOUR SNIPPETS OH MY GOD. There are authors who have twitter accounts solely dedicated to this, fans who follow you for that and who will love your work enough to buy it later. In publishing, we don’t refer to this a roadblock, we refer to it as building your audience. If a publisher is between you and an equally good story, and in your query you’ve thrown in “Oh yeah, and I have a writing blog with 5000 followers,” they’re going to choose you.

So seriously OP, I don’t know if you’re trolling or just severely misinformed, but honestly, the only reason I could think of not to publish your work online is the anxiety of criticism! (Which I have, and is perfectly valid)

[madmaxxiewrites]

Beauty and the Beast

But gay and with mermaids.