What are you writing?

[Cherry Pepsi Maxil]

Apr 2, 2024 22:25:27 GMT Cherry Pepsi Maxil said:

The Doctor and Ace arrive in a quiet English village in 1935. The village is buzzing for the weekend's entertainment at the dance hall to mark 20 years since the village's beloved explorer Arthur Foxby passed away. Little do they know that Foxby brought back something deadly from his travels, something he bricked up behind the walls of an old crypt beneath the local church, something he wished to heavens he had never picked up. When the horrors behind the crypt are unleashed in 1935, the Doctor and Ace must prevent the entire population of the village from becoming the very first victims of an alien race with one intention: to mulitiple and make Earth their own. Humans aren't needed...

*The thing Foxby picked up were a pair of weird-looking eggs which are in fact aliens ready to hatch. The aliens grow and multiple (not through a sexual way. I'll make something up) behind the walls of the crypt. This leads to this exchange:

Ace: Professor, how come they didn't starve down there. There wasn't any food.

Doctor: The (insert name of race here) can go twenty years without sustenance before they become ravenous.

Ace: How long were they bricked up in there?

Doctor: For about... 20 years.

Ace: and what do they eat?

Doctor: You won't like the answer to that question either...


Just something I thought up this evening. It's not even at the first draft stage yet.

Here's a draft version of the opening of the story:

The warm October sun shone down upon the meadows and the ancient, cracked walls of the church. The cottages, too, were bathed in pumpkin-orange. There was a chill in the air, but it wasn’t strong enough for the residents of the village to start thinking about wearing heavy coats. On a road leading to the church one of the residents, Mrs Gladstone, whistled a tune to herself as she peddled briskly on her bike. Had she not been in a hurry, she would have stopped and asked the teenage girl she had passed what on Earth she thought she was playing at wearing that hideous black jacket full of pins and goodness knows what else. Mrs Goldstone was all about decency and that sort of attire just wouldn’t do. The man next to her who was presumably her father also looked a tad queer. What was with that ridiculous jumper with all those silly patterns on it? She’d have to have a word with Mayor Harrison. The riff raff in the village these days. Well, It just wouldn’t do!


A teenage girl of about sixteen or seventeen shrugged her shoulders as she surveyed her surroundings. “Looks like a normal village to me. Oi, Professor? Can’t we go somewhere interesting. A planet ruled by a fanatical tyrant, maybe? At least there’s some excitement”
“Oh, Ace. If you open your eyes, you’ll find that an English village in,” – he sniffed the air – “1935 is one of the most interesting places in the universe.”
“Really?”
“Well, mostly. Besides, we’ve not come here for a brisk walk in the countryside. There’s something odd going on here and –" 
 “We’ve come to get to the bottom of it,” she finished for him. “Still, maybe the TARDIS got confused. How can an alien signal be transmitted from here?”
The man, that traveller in time and space know as the Doctor, winked at her. “Only one way to find out. Explore!”

[Cherry Pepsi Maxil]

I've written a bit for a possible Victory of the Daleks target novel. Just focusing on the dialogue for now which is a mix between the original Gatiss lines and additions I've made myself. This is the scene where Churchill and the Doctor argue about the Daleks:


Doc:"They're Daleks. They're called Daleks."

Churchill: "Nonense, Doctor. They're Bracewell's Ironsides. Look at these," he indicated an array of documents on the small table. "Blueprints, photographs, the lot. He invented them"

Doc: "Invented them? Listen to me, Winston. The Daleks weren't invented on this world and certainly not at this time. You're a very lucky man."

Churchill: "Lucky?"

Doc: "Everyone in these war rooms should be dead."

Churchill: "I don't believe it. Bracewall came to us with all these brilliant ideas. He's a genius"

Doctor: "They're aliens. I've fought them across the stars. They're hate-filled machines. Wherever they go there are rows of dead bodies stretching out as far you humans can see. They're about as hostile as they come"

Churchill: "Precisely. They'll win me the war. Can you imagine the look on Hitler's stupid face when he sees these Ironsides -

Doctor: "Daleks!"

Churchill "- he'll run away screaming along with the rest of the Nazi blighters. "

[Cherry Pepsi Maxil]

May 21, 2024 14:02:32 GMT Cherry Pepsi Maxil said:

I've written a bit for a possible Victory of the Daleks target novel. Just focusing on the dialogue for now which is a mix between the original Gatiss lines and additions I've made myself. This is the scene where Churchill and the Doctor argue about the Daleks:


Doc:"They're Daleks. They're called Daleks."

Churchill: "Nonense, Doctor. They're Bracewell's Ironsides. Look at these," he indicated an array of documents on the small table. "Blueprints, photographs, the lot. He invented them"

Doc: "Invented them? Listen to me, Winston. The Daleks weren't invented on this world and certainly not at this time. You're a very lucky man."

Churchill: "Lucky?"

Doc: "Everyone in these war rooms should be dead."

Churchill: "I don't believe it. Bracewall came to us with all these brilliant ideas. He's a genius"

Doctor: "They're aliens. I've fought them across the stars. They're hate-filled machines. Wherever they go there are rows of dead bodies stretching out as far you humans can see. They're about as hostile as they come"

Churchill: "Precisely. They'll win me the war. Can you imagine the look on Hitler's stupid face when he sees these Ironsides -

Doctor: "Daleks!"

Churchill "- he'll run away screaming along with the rest of the Nazi blighters. "

If any of you DARE copy and paste this somewhere else I WILL take the LAW into my own hands!

In order to see more of my writing you must do the following:

1. Swear on your mother's grave that you will NEVER share it to anyone else without PERMISSION.
2. If your mother is still alive head down to Screw Fix and get something that will really finish the job
3. Do step one again
4. Make a video of yourself in a burning building telling me why you want to read my writing. If I believe you're genuine one of my "friends" will rescue you from being consumed by the flames.
5. Answer 50-100 questions on ESSENTIAL information about you such as your bank balance, who your first kiss was and whether your piss was yellow or green this morning.

Apart from that enjoy 

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Man I respect you guys for not being as big procrastinators as I am. I've got like 5 projects backed up which I currently can't be arsed to get on with.

[iank]

It's 5 years now since I wrote any of my series. Last one ended on a cliffhanger too. I'm as bad as George RR Martin.

[henshin]

May 23, 2024 21:50:21 GMT iank said:

It's 5 years now since I wrote any of my series. Last one ended on a cliffhanger too. I'm as bad as George RR Martin.

Hand it over to a bunch of hacks who know nothing of the fandom.

It'll sell anyway. 

[iank]

lols

[henshin]

Currently writing the finishing touches of the second novel in my Tenth Doctor series. 

His companion for this episode, set in the old West, is a Mexican bar maid named Fernanda: 

[henshin]

May 6, 2024 20:14:16 GMT Cherry Pepsi Maxil said:

Apr 2, 2024 22:25:27 GMT Cherry Pepsi Maxil said:

The Doctor and Ace arrive in a quiet English village in 1935. The village is buzzing for the weekend's entertainment at the dance hall to mark 20 years since the village's beloved explorer Arthur Foxby passed away. Little do they know that Foxby brought back something deadly from his travels, something he bricked up behind the walls of an old crypt beneath the local church, something he wished to heavens he had never picked up. When the horrors behind the crypt are unleashed in 1935, the Doctor and Ace must prevent the entire population of the village from becoming the very first victims of an alien race with one intention: to mulitiple and make Earth their own. Humans aren't needed...

*The thing Foxby picked up were a pair of weird-looking eggs which are in fact aliens ready to hatch. The aliens grow and multiple (not through a sexual way. I'll make something up) behind the walls of the crypt. This leads to this exchange:

Ace: Professor, how come they didn't starve down there. There wasn't any food.

Doctor: The (insert name of race here) can go twenty years without sustenance before they become ravenous.

Ace: How long were they bricked up in there?

Doctor: For about... 20 years.

Ace: and what do they eat?

Doctor: You won't like the answer to that question either...


Just something I thought up this evening. It's not even at the first draft stage yet.

Here's a draft version of the opening of the story:

The warm October sun shone down upon the meadows and the ancient, cracked walls of the church. The cottages, too, were bathed in pumpkin-orange. There was a chill in the air, but it wasn’t strong enough for the residents of the village to start thinking about wearing heavy coats. On a road leading to the church one of the residents, Mrs Gladstone, whistled a tune to herself as she peddled briskly on her bike. Had she not been in a hurry, she would have stopped and asked the teenage girl she had passed what on Earth she thought she was playing at wearing that hideous black jacket full of pins and goodness knows what else. Mrs Goldstone was all about decency and that sort of attire just wouldn’t do. The man next to her who was presumably her father also looked a tad queer. What was with that ridiculous jumper with all those silly patterns on it? She’d have to have a word with Mayor Harrison. The riff raff in the village these days. Well, It just wouldn’t do!


A teenage girl of about sixteen or seventeen shrugged her shoulders as she surveyed her surroundings. “Looks like a normal village to me. Oi, Professor? Can’t we go somewhere interesting. A planet ruled by a fanatical tyrant, maybe? At least there’s some excitement”
“Oh, Ace. If you open your eyes, you’ll find that an English village in,” – he sniffed the air – “1935 is one of the most interesting places in the universe.”
“Really?”
“Well, mostly. Besides, we’ve not come here for a brisk walk in the countryside. There’s something odd going on here and –" 
 “We’ve come to get to the bottom of it,” she finished for him. “Still, maybe the TARDIS got confused. How can an alien signal be transmitted from here?”
The man, that traveller in time and space know as the Doctor, winked at her. “Only one way to find out. Explore!”

Sorry, Cherry, only just noticed this. 

Your writing here is quite good!

You've vividly set the visuals and tone for your story, while it's nicely paced and layered. 

I remember in our chats where you cited this as one of your great challenged when it comes to writing - you've stepped up well. I like it. 

[Spark Doll King]

Been meaning to carry on writing a short story based on a dream I had but keep getting writers block. I'm at an odd little point that I'm just struggling to get past, things have slow down and dream me is taking stock of the situation. For some reason this bit just doesn't flow as easily as the rest.

[henshin]

Then start small with bullet points and ideas. Don't think of it as one expansive piece. Just commence with a seedling of an idea, and build from there.

A lot of writer's block, from experience, is where speed writing or doing so on a whim has reached its limit for that particular piece.

Just take a breather, think, and refocus. Most importantly, don't rush it.

[Deleted]

For me, writer's block always occurs when you're trying to force something that just isn't working. You have to take a step back and rethink it

[henshin]

May 29, 2024 20:59:03 GMT @theyakemperor said:

For me, writer's block always occurs when you're trying to force something that just isn't working. You have to take a step back and rethink it

That too. 

But, take it as a blessing: if you can see the plot holes early on, it means you wouldn't have written 90% of your word and have to gut half of what you've written just to make an idea work. 

[Deleted]

In that case, I'm surprised RTD doesn't get writer's block within the first two words

[henshin]

Drugs.