i mean can you fucking imagine? like your family doesn’t really care about you and has never really cared about you but you’re locked into it anyway because these dummies are seriously going to die without you, and then your father tricks you into a life of crime even tho all you want out of life is to be a semi-respectable politician, and then this asshole dies and not only is his will a mindfuck but you don’t even get the stupid house, which you didnt really want but seriously? and then your younger brother, toward whom you harbor some semi-secret resentment, goes tearing off in your dead father’s stupid fake car, which by the way you’ve been locked in the trunk of at least once, and comes back with a bad haircut acting like he grew up on the quote-unquote mean streets of henrietta instead of in an idyllic farmhouse and then every time you remind him to do his homework he starts telling his friends what a fascist manwhore you are
Violence, fights, tension–three words that often carry a story a long, especially anything in the fantasy, sci-fi, or action-adventure realm. Whether it’s hand-to-hand combat (see older resource posts), or weapon usage, fights should be as realistic as possible: the focus should be on the fiction, the characters, and story, not your reader scratching their head saying “that could never really happen.” Here are some resources I hope will help as you embark on your more “wound-based” scenes:
Healing is just as important as the fight when it comes to story believability. If your character was shot one day ago and is now running aroun the Olympics, it’s likely your reader will close the book and forget about all the important story-telling you had engaged them in prior. Facts count, so don’t let the small stuff derail your next big hit.
in before nazis twist this around and say we’re being intolerant
I read an interesting article once that said that in a tolerant society, the only way to keep it working was to become intolerant to intolerance if that makes sense.
It’s called the irony of tolerance or something like that. And it was written in the 1940’s. Give you one guess as to what inspired that article.
i want to be a professor and lecture nonsensically for a few hours every day and give students vague essay prompts and read them all and laugh but still pass everyone while i slip some bourbon into my metal coffee mug that doesn’t actually have coffee in it wearing a button-up and vest with no tie but nice jeans and hella expensive shoes that i bought because i have tenure and im never losing my job