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fellshish

@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

sherl-grey

actually writing the fic down

iwantwings44

crowliphale

i am the original starskater

sooosooosoup

Krusie deltawip

pixiishi

a mirror. your friends smile warmly behind you.

pansyfemme

cd has a hole. record has a hole. casette has 2 holes. streaming? zero holes. i think i’ve made my point

Back on the steamworld heist grind

Ivanski my beloved

#Steamworld heist #indie games #piper faraday #steam powered giraffe

disgruntledinametallicatshirt

you know what actually pisses me off? when I finally start to feel a smidge of confidence in my writing ability and then some JERK POSTS A SINGLE LINE FROM A TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL AND IT’S BETTER THAN ANYTHING I WILL EVER WRITE NO MATTER HOW MANY MILLENNIA I SPEND TRYING!

thebaconsandwichofregret

Terry was a professional writer from the age of 17. He worked as a journalist which meant that he had to learn to research, write and edit his own work very quickly or else he’d lose his job.

He was 23 when his first novel was published. After six years of writing professionally every single day. The Carpet People was a lovely novel, from a lovely writer, but almost all of Terry’s iconic truth bomb lines come from Discworld.

The Colour of Magic, the first ever Discworld novel was published in 1983. Terry was 35 years old. He had been writing professionally for 18 years. His career was old enough to vote, get married and drink. We now know that at 35 he was, tragically, over half way through his life. And do you know what us devoted, adoring Discworld fans say about The Colour of Magic? “Don’t start with Colour of Magic.”

It is the only reading order rule we ever give people. Because it’s not that great. Don’t get me wrong, very good book, although I’ll be honest I’ve never been able to finish it, but it’s nowhere near his later stuff. Compare it to Guards Guards, The Fifth Elephant, the utterly iconic Nightwatch and it pales in comparison because even after nearly 20 years of writing, half a lifetime of loving books and storytelling Terry was still learning.

He was a man with a wonderful natural talent, yes. But more importantly he worked and worked and worked to be a better writer. He was writing up until days before he died. He spent 49 years learning and growing as a writer, taking so much joy in storytelling that not even Alzheimer’s could steal it from him. He wouldn’t want that joy stolen from you too.

Terry was a wonderful, kind, compassionate, genius of a writer. And all of this was in spite of many many people telling him he wasn’t good enough. At the age of five his headmaster told him that he would never amount to anything. He died a knight of the realm and one of the most beloved writers ever to have lived in a country with a vast and rich literary tradition. He wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t good enough. And he wouldn’t want you to think you aren’t good enough. He especially wouldn’t want to be the reason why you think you aren’t good enough.

You’re not Terry Pratchett.

You are you.

And Terry would love that.

rsfcommonplace

I only ever had a chance to talk to Terry Pratchett once, and that was in an autograph line. I’d bought a copy of The Carpet People, which was his very first book, and he looked at it with a faint air of concern. “You realise that I wrote that when I was very young,” he said, in warning.

“Yes,” I said. “But I like seeing how authors grow.”

He brightened and reached for his pen. “That’s all right then,” he said, and signed.

melspontaneus

an-artistic-failure

Kris… ur life sucks Kris….

#I MISSED THIS DIALOGUE WAIT #Krusie #i love then #rip krusie

theorycrafter858

*It stands before you. Its shadow cutting deep... deep within the Background. The fountain... *Your allies had Left you to seal the fountain alone, slowly it turns around to you. *Its body Twists and Distorts. Slowly from its bitter body It draws its Black Knife. The Black knife growing as long and as dark as the Night itself

*As it begins to face you. slowly turning its eye to meet yours it starts to cry, Not out of Need... But because it can do Nothing else.

*you feel your Heart skip a beat as it Looks at you, Its tears Turning into a Smile as it begins to laugh. Not Out of Want... but Because it can do nothing else *You feel your very soul Darken and turn as Black as the night itself as it looks down at you *This never ending NIGHTMARE Ends Tonight. One way or another

#Mann #deltarune #the roaring knight #kris dreemurr #omygosh what would happen