Priorities in a Story by MakingFunOfStuff, literature
Literature
Priorities in a Story
I have noticed certain priorities that beginners have when they tell stories, vs. priorities that professional authors seem to have when they tell theirs.
It's interesting that beginners tend to focus on certain things that more experienced authors seem to grow out of, and it makes me wonder why.
I've decided to make a list about some of these things. Not for the sake of putting them down, so much as because it is interesting to me, and probably worth considering.
I think we need to think about WHY we write certain things, and our attitude behind it. This is what makes certain topics either immature or mature.
However the line is often bl
Stop.
I said stop.
That’s you. Yes, you, the reader. I want you to stop. I want you to stop moving. I want you to stop breathing. See how long you can hold your breath.
Are you doing it? Are you holding your breath?
Can you feel the nagging feeling, calling on you to open your mouth and inhale? Can you resist it?
Do you see how unnatural it is?
Breathing is what keeps you inside this world. It is something your body does without thought, without command. You have to force yourself to stop doing it, and it gets more and more difficult to do so. Your entire body screams at you to open your mouth an inhale. Your mind reminds you again
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A burly man watched her arrival w
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The Last Stop
Disembarkation at a strange place
What would you think, when you climb down from the bus at a rather unknown and undeveloped part of the country at a small town you neither visited before nor even heard of? Writers I have read before now have surely felt the same way.
This definitely small town was rather unheard of by many people, as it was not shown on the map. There was no name at town limits to identify it, and after I climbed off the bus I ventured to ask inhabitants; but most of them gave a stock answer.
"No, sir, I can't say that I ever heard the founders give it a name. You might ask them if you can."
I wandered up