SteVo+ 3,702 Posted October 1, 2014 Part II of Knights of Andreas. 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RazorStar 4,025 Posted October 2, 2014 The Exiled World is on mostly hiatus as the football season goes on. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014 Posted October 2, 2014 The Exiled World is on mostly hiatus as the football season goes on. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Vin+ 3,121 Posted October 2, 2014 You people and your offseason-only writing projects. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SteVo+ 3,702 Posted October 2, 2014 You people and your offseason-only writing projects. You people... I'm sticking with the concept of making KoA a function that chews up time and activity in the offseason. This place takes care of itself during football season. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SteVo+ 3,702 Posted December 10, 2014 Trying to find an idea for my next novel, and I'm starting to realize I don't want to leave the sports world. I also, however, have the urge to write an awesome murder mystery. Any way I can combine the two without being totally ridiculous? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SteVo+ 3,702 Posted December 10, 2014 Can always count on Razor for the obligatory sarcastic response. T-minus 10 minutes until Vin says Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Vin+ 3,121 Posted December 10, 2014 I didn't even see SteVo's post, only Razor's pic/no. It'd probably be possible. I'd probably get flashbacks of The Last Boy Scout though, Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014 Posted December 10, 2014 Make a Knights spin-off where Mav gets murked and we get a real QB. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BwareDWare94 723 Posted December 16, 2014 (edited) Really into writing relationship stories, now. If anybody wants a quick read and a look into my twisted mind, let me know. Here's a sample: Note: this is really rough. I couldn't sleep and just started writing it. Road Signs They were driving. They'd been dating for a couple of months, but hadn't been able to go on a real date, yet. He worked events. Concerts. Conventions. Weddings of spoiled kids who tried their damndest to bleed their parents dry. She was a nurse who was new to the hospital, so she got the short end of the schedule. They passed another prairie cemetery, an oddly common thing on the plains of his home state. "How many is that now?" she asked. "Six or seven, I don't know," he answered. "You blink, you lose count." When she'd asked where he was taking her, he'd used an old expression. He told her they were headed for the hills. She shook her head with a half smile. They were almost there, and his tank was drained. One more small town to go. "Anything like this back home?" he asked her. "Not really," she said. "We've got country, too, but not like this. More hills. Mountains, actually." "Nothing wrong with these hills," he said. "You call these hills?" she said. "They look like dirt clumps scattered from a giant dust pan." "The hills we're headed to," he told her. He smiled when she scoffed and said it can't be that different. The hills started only a few short miles latey as they hit an incline, only to reach the top and take a steep dive down and across a river before curving into perhaps the most beautiful town in that part of the state, Whitestone. A giant banner depicting an owl stood on the side of the road—Whitestone High's mascot with a list of state championships in giant yellow letters. "My town's rivals," he said. "It's kind of funny—we were both terrible back when I was in high school.""What did you play for if you were both awful?" she asked. "Letters on ugly jackets we'd never wear again." She laughed, and turned her head to look at the cemetery on that end of the town. It was one of the bad habits that every small town had—the first greeting on one end always seems to be a cemetery. Look at all these people who died here. He shook his head and she asked why, but he didn't answer. He pulled up to a gas station to and asked her if she needed anything. "Can you get me a charge cord for my phone?" she asked. He nodded and asked her if she'd watch the fuel. Inside the store were shelves upon shelves of products nobody really needed but always felt like buying—king size candy, cheap tools that'll last a year or less, local t-shirts saying "I've been to Whitestone" or "Support Our Owls!" Things like that. Fifteen bucks for a shirt that you forget you even own. Eight bucks for what looked like an oil barrel sized jug of Gatorade. He found the charge cords scattered among other items that tended to get lost. Cigarette lighters. Reading glasses. Cheap pocket knives and knock off Leatherman's. Things people need, but only for a short while. As he looked through the chargers, he realized that he wasn't even sure what kind of phone she had. He'd seen her look at it, but she never really left it out in the open. He guessed iPhone, selected an ugly lime grain cord, paid for the cord and the fuel, and walked back out to his car. He was right. "What the hell is this?" she asked, staring at the odd color. "You hate snakes," he said. "I figured you could never lose it if it was the color of a grass snake." "They're harmless," she said. "I hate Coral Snakes. Rattlesnakes. Snakes that can actually fuck shit up." "You're talking the wrong kind of dirty, sweetheart." She grinned and planted a kiss on him. "Now, where are these hills?" she asked. "Be patient. We'll get there." Edited December 16, 2014 by BwareDWare94 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SteVo+ 3,702 Posted April 3, 2015 Something I've learned from writing Knights of Andreas: the only way I can have a productive day of writing is if I start immediately after I wake up. I'm talking, get out of bed, make some coffee, sit down, and go. If I wait, even for an hour or so, I can't get fully focused. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RazorStar 4,025 Posted April 3, 2015 I find I'm the exact opposite, I have to be fucking drained, awake for at least 14 hours, and start writing in the middle of the night. I am just not creative when I wake up. When I'm right on the precipice of falling asleep, I hit my flow. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SteVo+ 3,702 Posted April 3, 2015 I find I'm the exact opposite, I have to be fucking drained, awake for at least 14 hours, and start writing in the middle of the night. I am just not creative when I wake up. When I'm right on the precipice of falling asleep, I hit my flow. That's exactly how I was in college. Was always writing between 1am-4am. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
OSUViking 505 Posted August 21, 2015 Doing a personal project that I'm excited about. It's very early rough draft stage and I'm just kind of zooming it through it and going back to add stuff later on at the moment, so it's quite short. Also some inconsistencies that arise simply because I haven't gone back to change them in retrospect. Premise is a young man about to go off to college receives devastating personal news that sends him to the brink and seemingly destroys any form of mental stability he once had. It's kind of a dark take on the dangers of the American concept of masculinity, I guess. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GnhS3h_NBEbD2d4TUPyMThxKVLRRvKWiQcMgjmMHmG4/edit Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
butta54 371 Posted August 21, 2015 (edited) Thinking about chronicling my season as a coach. I write all types of stuff, but that is my latest project. Edited August 21, 2015 by Buttriots Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BwareDWare94 723 Posted August 21, 2015 Doing a personal project that I'm excited about. It's very early rough draft stage and I'm just kind of zooming it through it and going back to add stuff later on at the moment, so it's quite short. Also some inconsistencies that arise simply because I haven't gone back to change them in retrospect. Premise is a young man about to go off to college receives devastating personal news that sends him to the brink and seemingly destroys any form of mental stability he once had. It's kind of a dark take on the dangers of the American concept of masculinity, I guess. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GnhS3h_NBEbD2d4TUPyMThxKVLRRvKWiQcMgjmMHmG4/edit Are you open to trading email accounts and sharing stories? Also, it's Beelzebub. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
OSUViking 505 Posted August 21, 2015 Are you open to trading email accounts and sharing stories? Also, it's Beelzebub. Beezelbub is some word that I made up when I was not in my right mind. It evolved to the point where it's unfortunately spelled similar to Beelzebub, but they're two totally different words (even though there is apparently an Urban Dictionary entry for Beezelbub, though I had no idea that was there). Beezelbub is just hilarious and I use it for a lot of stuff. Feel free to PM me your email. I want to have as many people proofreading this as I can. It's extremely short right now, but I'm going to go back and add some fluff and depth to the story when I reach the ending. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
