do you ever get confused about where your mental illness ends and where you being a piece of shit begins ?? like am i just being difficult or can i really not do that
Project 77 - by Martin Deschambault
“I was inspired by rock balancing sculptures! I think it could be epic and scary at the same time to have these giant rocks above your head.”
More selected art for Project 77 on my tumblr [here]
Aka Captain Jack Harkness, or Deadpool (although both like girls too).
lets make a new trope: gay characters who are actually seemingly impossible to kill to the point that all of their enemies are comically frustrated. functionally immortal gay characters. being gay making you immortal. unkillable gay trope.
Random Headcanon: That Federation vessels in Star Trek seem to experience bizarre malfunctions with such overwhelming frequency isn’t just an artefact of the television serial format. Rather, it’s because the Federation as a culture are a bunch of deranged hyper-neophiles, tooling around in ships packed full of beyond-cutting-edge tech they don’t really understand. Endlessly frustrating if you have to fight them, because they can pull an effectively unlimited number of bullshit space-magic countermeasures out of their arses - but they’re as likely as not to give themselves a lethal five-dimensional wedgie in the process. All those rampant holograms and warp core malfunctions and accidentally-traveling-back-in-time incidents? That doesn’t actually happen to anyone else; it’s literally just Federation vessels that go off the rails like that. And they do so on a fairly regular basis.
A poem I wrote recently after starting to study Irish history:
I sit in class,
And learn of a past
That in many ways once was mine.
Though generations divorced, is it not natural to pine?
For a heritage too vast to grasp.
At home are pictures of a land unfamiliar:
Of faces, green spaces and castles.
And though their meaning escapes me,
And the memories long left me,
I know they mean much more.
In my mind's ear I hear fiddles,
But all I comprehend are riddles.
To follow is a rite of passage
From which I could only scavenge:
A path left but unearnt.
The waves of the coast call to me,
They beckon me back to the quay.
Again I hesitate to follow,
My connection only being hollow,
But now I have a chance to see.
To see revolutions rise and quickly fall,
The mistreatment and the brawls,
And the poets dreaming of a free home.
They tell stories of white horses- across the fields they roam;
A return to a culture stolen.
To discover the rural lands once more,
To grasp the many wars,
To comprehend the intricacies and allegiances.
The negotiations that devolved into grievances,
And the retaliations spun into tales of yore.
One image stands out in the mist:
A memorial of cold stone.
This one belongs to my grandfather, but I know of many more:
O'Connell; Parnell; Struck down by hearts broken, by causes lost.
The Banshees’ howls echoing around them.
I may not grasp the history, the language or the myths.
My blood may not be Irish like those before me,
But I have the chance to learn, to reconnect.
I know what I am:
An English boy thinking of the nation from which he got his name.
Some very interesting writing tips, taken from a beloved studio. Less telling than I’d have thought about the studio itself though.
These rules were originally tweeted by Emma Coats, Pixar’s Story Artist.
You admire a character for trying more than for their successes.
You gotta keep in mind what’s interesting to you as an audience, not what’s fun to do as a writer. They can be very different.
Trying for theme is important, but you won’t see what the story is actually about til you’re at the end of it. Now rewrite.
Once upon a time there was ___. Every day, ___. One day ___. Because of that, ___. Because of that, ___. Until finally ___.
Simplify. Focus. Combine characters. Hop over detours. You’ll feel like you’re losing valuable stuff but it sets you free.
What is your character good at, comfortable with? Throw the polar opposite at them. Challenge them. How do they deal?
Come up with your ending before you figure out your middle. Seriously. Endings are hard, get yours working up front.
Finish your story, let go even if it’s not perfect. In an ideal world you have both, but move on. Do better next time.
When you’re stuck, make a list of what WOULDN’T happen next. Lots of times the material to get you unstuck will show up.
Pull apart the stories you like. What you like in them is a part of you; you’ve got to recognize it before you can use it.
Putting it on paper lets you start fixing it. If it stays in your head, a perfect idea, you’ll never share it with anyone.
Discount the 1st thing that comes to mind. And the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th – get the obvious out of the way. Surprise yourself.
Give your characters opinions. Passive/malleable might seem likable to you as you write, but it’s poison to the audience.
Why must you tell THIS story? What’s the belief burning within you that your story feeds off of? That’s the heart of it.
If you were your character, in this situation, how would you feel? Honesty lends credibility to unbelievable situations.
What are the stakes? Give us reason to root for the character. What happens if they don’t succeed? Stack the odds against.
No work is ever wasted. If it’s not working, let go and move on – it’ll come back around to be useful later.
You have to know yourself: the difference between doing your best & fussing. Story is testing, not refining.
Coincidences to get characters into trouble are great; coincidences to get them out of it are cheating.
Exercise: take the building blocks of a movie you dislike. How d’you rearrange them into what you DO like?
You gotta identify with your situation/characters, can’t just write ‘cool’. What would make YOU act that way?
What’s the essence of your story? Most economical telling of it? If you know that, you can build out from there.
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It's so odd being off my antidepressants for the first time in ages (new GP delays). I've had constant headaches and gotten lethargic really early through the days, and now it's the end of the 2nd day without them and it's like the future just lost meaning again? After I've actually been getting excited about planning for the future for a while now? At least it proves my dosage I guess.
A surreal yet natural image.
This Lion’s Mane mushroom growing in a swamp 😰