Does anyone else here write?

Not really but I should. I know I'd be good at it. And I have a couple of ideas kicking around. One in particular I've gone far enough to research. I Have an A and C down pat. I know what my B will be but its still murky.

Yes..you can read my works on tigerdroppings.com under the chapters of

Fightingtiger2335
geAuxbills
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steve holt

I write a fair amount of poetry, been trying to start a novel for a while. Working on an, at least somewhat, original magic system right now. Would y'all advise having everything laid out as far as basic plot, then having a goal for writing each chapter? Or just write and see where I end up?


Some of my poetry.

I have a feeling for things unknown
That would make me wish to leave hearth and home
I wish to be there to see the sight
Of the darkened moors on a wind-filled night
The misty mountains cold beckon my name
To sit at their feet by an open flame
Twixt and twain the mountains and marsh
Soaking in all this soft world considers harsh
To see the magic dancing of a hidden valley stream
To hear the hunting hawks piercing scream
A silent urge to hunt the thicketed boar
Where did I get this love of lore
I do not know why these things I may never see
I always feel beckon to me
I may never know what compels me so
But these things I must gaze upon before they lay me low



Your love my sweet, it eludes me still
I liken to sifting grain meant for the mill
One must work hard to gain sustenance of life
It takes many labors, toils, and strife
A culling of the fields
A burning of the husk
And many days working until dusk
One must sift stone and thistle
All other forms of gristle
And always be careful while sifting the grain
For this longest of toils is not without pain
Every prick of my finger it is worth to me
To earn one loaf of this bread, so sweet you see
Your love is my bread, your heart my grain
My flaws are my gristle, thistle, and stone
For when I sift my flaws I hope to obtain
That I wish for one day to be mine alone
Forgive my sweet, me of this rambling prose
I simply write as my hearts river flows
This river turns the mill
Which softens the grain
To hopefully allow a beauty, the world, to gain
Your love, my sweet, the world deserves to see
I simply hope you bestow it upon me

Yup. Screenplays

Used to. And I still dabble, but I've largely given up on it. I've usually got too many ideas and not enough focus to finish anything.

I took a screenwriting class

I wrote around 40 horror short stories when I was 10/11. They were my attempt at a Goosebumps series. Then when I was around 12/13 I started on screenplays, one reaching 115 pages. My mom still has them saved up back at home.

My family and myself included always thought writing was my calling but I haven't written much of anything since I was around 14. I'd love to start again. But I don't know where I want to take it on at. Short stories, poetry, screenplay, or just full on novels.

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Check your email, sir. Edits therein.

Yep. Three books (one ethnography, a novel, and a textbook) and about thirty articles published