theycallmecatfish

If I was too post a new book, because I was thinking of some good ol' Harry Potter. How detailed must I be? How many pages? Since I have a aptitude for having each chapter be 70 pages long, and then never even finishing the first chapter so... Uh...

WarrenNightingale

@theycallmecatfish Honestly... The cool thing about writing a book is that you decide all of that. You could write the vaguest nonsense and it wouldn't matter - it's yours. I mean, detail helps a lot, but you don't need excessive amounts.
          	  Ultimately, my advice is just write. Don't worry about organization, because that stopped me up. If you got great ideas, write it all out, or make a story outline and a bunch of notes so you don't lose any detail you may come up with. Idk, that's what I got.
          	  (oof had to reset my password to post this haven't been here so long)
• Reply

theycallmecatfish

If I was too post a new book, because I was thinking of some good ol' Harry Potter. How detailed must I be? How many pages? Since I have a aptitude for having each chapter be 70 pages long, and then never even finishing the first chapter so... Uh...

WarrenNightingale

@theycallmecatfish Honestly... The cool thing about writing a book is that you decide all of that. You could write the vaguest nonsense and it wouldn't matter - it's yours. I mean, detail helps a lot, but you don't need excessive amounts.
            Ultimately, my advice is just write. Don't worry about organization, because that stopped me up. If you got great ideas, write it all out, or make a story outline and a bunch of notes so you don't lose any detail you may come up with. Idk, that's what I got.
            (oof had to reset my password to post this haven't been here so long)
• Reply

theycallmecatfish

So, there was this mewling coming from outside during this huge ass snow storm, I spin around, darted out if the closet I was safely secure in, and made a b-line straight to my window, then I realized.
          
          It was a clarinet,
          
          Then, without even looking out my window I just sank back into my corner. And it bugs me to this day, I mean what of some dude was playing clarinet in my backyard like what