Favorit Ething About Your Wip???

favorit ething about your wip???

It's like gravity falls but YA fiction

rules for sentences pfft we wing it like a MAN (if you cant tell im the first one)

Disclaimer these are just a small sampling of some possible writer traits I’ve noticed either in myself or in fics I read. Also consider a rb for sample size !

reblog if you're completely okay with me asking stuff about your wip in your inbox! <3

Three Act Story Structure Explained, Works for Any Genre

This post will be about Act One, When Act Two And Act Three are completed (by today) I will link them here.

PLUS SOME BUILT IN CHARACTER DEVLOPMENT

HOOK: A look into the character's desires and fears. What does your character want and what is stopping them?

INCITING INCIDENT: This is what kick starts the external plot. A conflict surfaces— one the protagonist must face. Don't over complicate this, if your character reacts like a normal person that's perfectly good. How does this push your protagonist outside their comfort zone? Why does this matter based on the characters personality, desires, and fears?

BUILD UP OF THE STORY: Show the character struggling, reveal to the readers what their internal struggle really is. How is it stopping them from doing what they need to do?

THEY MESS UP: Your protagonist is torn between their desire and fear. They knowingly or unknowingly make the wrong decision, setting up problems for your characters later. What decision are they going to make now to avoid the most pain? And how will they try to get what they want while try to avoid what they fear?

THE ANTAGONIST: (doesn't have to be a character just something stopping the protagonist) Something happens that the character will regret later. How can you show the reader the danger/problems looming in the distance.

ACT TWO: https://www.tumblr.com/your-writing-motivation/751128024670470144/act-two-explained-act-one-is-already-posted?source=share

ACT THREE: https://www.tumblr.com/your-writing-motivation/751082652028862464/three-act-story-structure-explained?source=share

I GOT THREE LOOKS AND THATS IT

A HOMELESS MAN (ideas coming faster than I can write them down, causing me to forget the one masterpiece my mind has ever created.)

A TWELVE YEAR OLD BOY (imposter syndrom)

AND A HOOKER (daydreaming scenes instead of writing them down)

The Girl I Wish I Could Know (Sad girl story edited better)

A girl was sitting a couple of desks down. She had her hair in a long brown braid, with violets tucked into it. I didn't pay much attention to her, but I did steal a glance occasionally. The girl next to me was nice enough. We talked about school. It's boring as usual. She said she’s excited about the break from school next month. I’m not. I glanced at the first girl and considered talking to her. But it’s too late, the bell rings and I have to go. 

The classroom was quiet, filled with students working on poetry assignments. Everyone was quietly skimming through their chosen poems. Everyone, except for one girl who memorized her lines. My heart skips for a second as I recognize her from earlier. She stared straight ahead, eyes glued to the empty chalkboard, her lips pressed into a thin line. As the other students took their turns, I watched silently, waiting for mine.

It was almost like she was making a show of not looking my way. Instead she twirled one of the violets between her two fingers. No one else knows they’re my favorites.

People fall out of love all the time. Ask anyone. Or better yet, ask someone who’s fresh out of a relationship. They’ll have a lot to say.

They drift apart. Or have different priorities. Sometimes people cheat or lie, sometimes they argue, sometimes they just change.

But that didn’t happen to us. 

The teacher called her up. She made eye contact with me for just a second before she read. Maybe she didn’t realize it or maybe I just imagined it; but it almost felt like she was talking to me. She said: 

“The sun can rarely meet the moon 

And when it happens everyone stands to stare 

They hold their roses new in bloom 

And wonder if they’d ever dare"

She pauses.

"In another life we’d meet again 

Have a story with a happier end."

She hesitates again. The teacher tells her to continue.

"None of this was my making 

To keep those two away 

Was another's undertaking”

My eyes followed her as she walked back to her seat. I wonder if she realized that she dropped the violet she was holding. It's almost funny, in a sick way. Do you know what they call our soft young love?

They call it “gross indecency.”

They call it a felony.

(BTW IM SUBMITTING THIS FOR A CONTEST SO ANY FEEDBACK WOULD BE APPRECIATED)

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