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July 26, 2018
Young Adult vs. New Adult
What’s the Difference, Anyway?So many people seem to think YA and NA are the same thing, or NA is YA but with the sex. Have a bullet list from someone who’s tired of seeing them lumped into the same category.
Young Adult
the target audience is 12 to 18 years old
the protagonists are usually kiddos that still live at home and need their parents’ signatures on official documents
themes commonly work with personal relationships on an emotional level, and do a lot of coming-of-age/coming-into-ones-own-identity
sex, swearing, and violence are all watered down for a younger audienceNew Adult
the target audience is 18 to 30 years old
the protagonists are of the moving-out age and can start making the big decisions on their own
themes commonly encompass the overall lifestyle shift of taking on adult responsibilities, moving away from home, and dealing with the consequences of the aforementioned big decisions
there is potential the sex, and the swearing, and the violenceThese are incomplete lists, but the point is please, please, please stop equating these two different, but equally valuable, genres.
July 25, 2018
gingersnapwolves:
jessicameats:
reihyan:
landprince:
what if writers did streams like artists...
what if writers did streams like artists did
I think it was a Monty Python sketch that showed an author writing with a commentary like a sports commentator.
“And he’s started writing… no, he’s just written his name at the top of the page. He’s written ‘the’, a very strong opening, used in several of his books. Oh, no, he’s crossed it out again.”
“Ah, look, she’s opening the thesaurus again … perhaps she’s realized she used the same word six times in two paragraphs”
“Now that sentence is lovely, an excellent example of her style in - oh, no, she’s deleting it, never mind”
“This scene is clearly over, yet the brave author forges onward regardless…”
“She’s really picking up steam now, the words just flowing out from her - she’s stopped midsentence for some reason and is opening Buzzfeed”
“Choosing to google ‘which countries are nonextradition countries’ is a risk but it’s one some authors must take…”
"Can we write human beings into existence? And what sort of existence? Had Shakespeare listened to..."
- Graham Greene, Our Man in Havana (via dukeofbookingham)
July 24, 2018
concerningwolves:Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you...
Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.
harleyquinnoffhermeds:I still have trouble with this and I’m in...
I still have trouble with this and I’m in college. I just using these at all costs!
Kim Shimmers and the Veil of Death
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 4th instalment in the Kim Shimmers series)
How could we ever hope to flicker on against a
darkness so complete, against an evil so prevailing?
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted at the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 13
What She Carried
The next morning Kim woke up on the couch in the common room from the sounds of student’s moving all around her. She groaned and rolled into the couch more, her stomach shifting uneasily and her head pounding, like a sledgehammer was bouncing methodically against the inside of her skull.
“Kim, what’re you doing?” came Clemon’s familiarly sharp voice. “Did you sleep down here?”
Kim merely moaned in response, frowning at the light of morning and wishing everyone would be quiet.
“Are you drunk?”
“I was,” Kim muttered, rolling again and regretting the motion.
“Kim! On a school night?”
Kim shrugged.
“Well… I’m not sure whether to pity you or be impressed,” she said, smiling like it was amusing. Kim glared at her, but a smile snuck onto her face.
“You better get up. You’ll miss breakfast, which is probably exactly what you need right now.”
Kim moaned again as she sat up, head whirling a bit, though not nearly as bad as the night before. She recalled for the first time all that had happened and realized firstly that she owed Harry both an apology and a thank you, and secondly that she wanted to know what had happened after he went to Dumbledore’s office.
“All right, I’m getting up… Ugh,” she drew out a long groan. “I need water.”
“I’ll get you some… but then I’ve got to go to breakfast!” she said hastily as she pulled out her wand and conjured a glass of water. Kim gulped down all of it, though it did nothing for her headache and her wobbling stomach.
“Thank you,” she breathed.
“You’re welcome. Hurry up and clean yourself up. I’ll see you later.” She hurried from Ravenclaw tower. Kim rinsed out her mouth and splashed her face with water. Pulling her unruly waves of dark reddish auburn hair into a pony tail, she hurried down for breakfast, stomach gurgling for food.
“You made it,” Harry remarked as Kim sat down beside him.
“Somehow. Well, thanks to you, really. Sorry about last night.”
“What happened last night?” Ron asked incredulously.
Harry smiled impishly. “I got Slughorn’s memory—”
“Oh Harry, that’s great,” interjected Hermione.
“And Kim got completely pissed!” he finished, lighting up Ron’s features.
“Really?” he asked, leaning in to Kim.
“Yes, yes,” Kim said batting them away as she stuffed a biscuit into her mouth.
“Why?” Hermione asked.
“Well… I don’t know, it just felt like the right thing to do at the time. Regretted it after, though.”
“Well, I don’t know if it was strictly necessary, but it helped me get the memory.”
