Anonymous asked:

oooh please tell us what writing rules are garbage I would love to hear more


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soracities answered:

it’s not that they’re garbage, which isn’t what i said, just that they annoy me and even then what annoys me is not the “rules” themselves (because i do believe they can be useful depending on what you’re writing) but when some of them are put out as the only way to write something as if storytelling is a one-size fits all approach, as if you can reduce the millenia-long history of literature into a fail-proof formula that will work for all writing across all cultures with no room for experimentation.

i think there are as many ways to tell a story as there are stories and how you tell something and the kind of language you use will vary depending on what language actually means to you as a writer. hemingway and faulkner both famously took digs at each other for their styles (even though i think there was a lot of admiration between them) but they are also two very different writers with two completely different approaches to language and how they use that language to say the things they want to say: neither is inherently better, or more right, than the other–their approaches were just right for them; if faulkner wanted to write using the “older, simpler, better” words hemingway loved, he would have. if james joyce wanted to depict dublin the way dickens depicted london, he would have done so. but they didn’t.

someone once posted an excellent breakdown by jeff vandermeer of the different writing styles employed by different authors which i was silly enough not to save at the time, but in it he gives an overview of the structure of their sentences, and how complicated or “rich” the language is, without pitting one style against the other. and to be honest, i think writing advice that encourages you to examine and look at that relationship with language, and what it holds for you (and others) and why, is probably more helpful than blanket statements like “stay away from ambiguity” or “avoid long sentences” because neither of those actually mean anything–a sentence is a vessel but it’s also a tool, like a hoghair brush or a palette knife; the value of its impact is not an essence that exists in and of itself, but entirely dependent on how you use it, otherwise all literature would just read the same way.

strict adherence to a particular form or structure within a language does not automatically make for better writing, especially not when so much literature actually consists of, and is built from, works and authors actively rebelling against those same traditional forms and structures (but which is also not to say that those forms and structures are inherently useless, either). you can say that long sentences “risk distraction” or are “ineffective” but then where does that leave someone like laszlo krasznahorkai, whose prose runs on like some kind of breathless, hypnotic incantantion for 20, 30 pages without a single full stop in sight? or a book like solar bones by mike mccormack which is made up of a single sentence going on for 200 pages? i’m not saying long sentences can’t be boring or tedious, but in all honesty so can short sentences–so can any writing that follows the “rules” to the letter. if something is poorly written, the “rules” matter very little; if it’s well written, they matter even less.

all that said, telling people to “avoid long sentences” is not inherently a bad thing because i think the core of it is wanting to ensure your writing remains clear, which is a fair point–but it’s an issue, to me at least, when it turns into one of those dictums or pronouncements that actively narrows the potential range language can actually have. clarity is not always about length, or whether or not you cull all of your run-on lines–mihail sebastian drew a very nice distinction in one of his novels when he said “[is] there’s a single way of being clear? A notary can be clear, or a poet, but they don’t seem to me the same thing”. a long sentence can be clear, but its clarity exists on different terms to a sentence that is five words long, because its relationship to its content is different. and at the end of the day, that relationship is really what it’s about for me and it’s distinct to each work and its author.

writers use the language and form they use that best allows them to say what they want to say. no one in their right mind is going to dismiss zadie smith for not writing like angela carter or angela carter for not writing like hemingway or hemingway for not writing like beckett or beckett for not writing like mallarmé. robert frost and sara teasdale were no more correct than the beatniks were. i love pared down, beautifully concise prose, but i also adore books that relish in language and all the various, multi-coloured layers of it, books that eschew (traditional) plot and books that question their own form and the reality of that form, and books that tell a story as straightforwardly as possible.

to be honest i think one of the most formative things i came across, years ago now, was this piece by gary provost, which really sums up the whole notion of “writing rules” for me:

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this is not about do’s or dont’s. it even breaks the first writing rule i learnt in school (“never begin a sentence with ‘And’”). but what it does is center an intimate understanding of language, where it can go and how it can get there, and what you want that to do. that’s where it’s at for me!


soracities:

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wearethewitches:

phoenixyfriend:

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poor-boy-orpheus:

callisteios:

Would you like to find out what you would be the god of? Take my new uqiz to find out

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Hey OP this immediately made me have a crisis

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tip of my hat to OP; this is an extremely accurate result

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Result:

Ancient Fauna
crocodiles are hundreds of millions years old or whatever. mooses are remnants of the ice age. creatures that are young and yet have seen more of this earth than man ever will. who are flesh and blood and alive and yet move as if they exist on a different plane to us. and yet are so real and a part of things. you and these strange liminal creatures confound, sometimes you’re being hit by cars or turned into purses and then sometimes giving a look that speaks of aeons gone and aeons to come

Indie chillpop

i have a playlist called indie chillpop trash that i listen to once a week when i get in a Mood. i don’t know what the mood is. i don’t think the music is necessarily good. i don’t even know if it’s called indie chillpop. but look. yeah you may be a little generic at times, a little bit samey. but you also are the Mood.

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Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.

Anyway. I was painting the wall when it hit. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong—I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint.

Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit.

You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. They are complex tools. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. Glass and steel and rubber and plastic. Fuck! They’ve got gaskets. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. There’s something sensual about it. Something strangely vulnerable.

As I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. They don’t have an easy job. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work—the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal.

Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me.

This thought filled me with a surge of affection. However long its lifespan, I wanted it to be filled with dignity and love and understanding. I thought: I bet no one has hugged this blender before. And so I lifted it from its base.

A blender is roughly the size and shape of a human baby. Cradling one in your arms satisfies a primal need. A month ago I was permitted to hold an infant for the first time in my life, an experience which was physically and psychologically healing. I felt an echo of that satisfaction holding my friend the blender, and the thought of parting with it felt even more ridiculous than bringing it with me to hang out on my friend’s bed.

#i'm so happy to finally understand what you meant by wizard high #i think you saw through the veil of the universe and unlocked the core of animism via weed gummiesALT

orteil42:

(tears of the kingdom npc voice) i require…quest item. wait…… i can smell it on you…could it be…sniff sniff…..quest item

radiofreederry:

thelove-rs:

STOP THINKING THERE IS A DEADLINE. THERE IS NO DEADLINE. TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TAKE YOUR TIME.

This is great advice for everyone except me, who works in law

badcatcait:

Pyrrha says Gideon the First’s ORIGINAL name, here, change my mind:

a highlighted passage from Harrow the Ninth. The focus text quotes Pyrrha Dve saying "Gideon...G--, you died for nothing." The punctuation here matches the redacted names in Nona the Ninth, and it does not match standard punctuation for when a word is simply cut off.ALT

Compare the G dash to the standard em dash above it…it’s longer and thicker, just like the placeholders in John’s speech. AND it’s followed by a comma, which isn’t standard if it’s just indicating interruption.

That’s G’s real name, and somehow not even Alecto can hear it…so what did John DO?

Audiobook folks, does this stand out in the audio version as much as it does visually??

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