My Beginner Writing Mistakes

So recently I came across an old USB drive of mine when cleaning my desk. Upon plugging it into my computer, to my delight, I found that it contained tons of my old writing and stories that I had written awhile back. And while I was happy to stumble across this little piece of my writing history, I was hit with a realization: my writing sort of sucked.

This didn’t bother me mind you; I was like 11 writing the majority of these stories, but I also couldn’t help but notice a few writing mistakes that I tended to make consistently. Some of these I still struggle with and some of these I have moved past but regardless I found it beneficial to note them and state them in this blogpost in hopes that someone else making these same errors could get some advice or find this constructive to their own writing.

Enjoy my analysis of my flaws.

Not utilizing paragraph breaks.

Or if I did, I used them incorrectly. I think this just comes with more practice where you get a better feel for when it is the correct time to press “enter”, but at this time in my life, I did not have such a sense. I either do not utilize paragraph breaks enough, resulting in long, sprawling pages of text or I used them awkwardly where it didn’t even seem to fit. The rule, as I’m sure you’ve heard, is to press enter and use a paragraph break every single time the “camera” changes in your story. This means someone else begins to speak, an unrelated action occurs, or a new line of thought comes into play.

Too many dialogue tags.

My writing didn’t flow for a lot of reasons, but one of the main reasons it all felt so janky was I used waaaaay too many dialogue tags when writing. This caused the conversations to feel choppy and jilted and not at all natural.

“He said.” “She said”. “They said.”

Too many saids. Sometimes you should omit the tag and simply write what the character is saying only. Besides, a good writer makes characters that you can tell is speaking, simply by how they talk, not just by the “said” that the writer tacks on at the end.

Not enough dialogue tags.

There were a few times however, that I omitted the tags entirely too much. Certain stories I guess I simply didn’t care enough about and barely added any tags at all. In some cases, as I’m sure you can imagine, this became all too confusing and it was hard to keep track of who exactly was talking at times, especially when the conversation involved more than two characters and it wasn’t a sort of back and forth exchange.

Pro Tip:

Read your writing out loud, but especially the dialogue bits to make sure they flow.

Being overly flowery in my writing.

Another error of mine was just being plain pretentious in my writing style. How did I do this? By overly describing EVERYTHING and utilizing long (but admittedly fun) words. While I do remember finding this a fun way of writing, feeling almost like I was writing the script of a nature documentary for a British dude to read, it admittedly did not make for great story telling. My writing felt fluffy and long winded. So unless you’re specifically going for that pretentious vibe, I’d try and avoid it.

Being redundant (failing to expand my vocab when it came to words I use a lot)

There are just some words I struggle to find stand-ins for but it would have definitely benefited me to look up a list of synonyms for the word “smiled” before I ever wrote ANYTHING. My advice to you is know the words you tend to regurgitate and before you even start writing, look up or compose a list of alternatives to resort to later when you feel you’re repeating yourself way too much.

And that’s it! Those are all the main issues I found with my earlier writing. And while I’d love to say the stuff I put out now is WORLDSSSS better, I would venture to say it isn’t. Despite having written for 6 more years, I still find myself struggling with much of the same stuff, especially when it comes to the issue of redundancy. This goes to show that we will never be perfect as writers but that still doesn’t mean we can’t improve. And we do that by knowing our downfalls and, probably most importantly, continuing to practice and hone our craft.

Happy writing!

Writing Prompt: How to Train Your Cryptid

A group of teens find themselves at a very odd summer camp… 

The woods nearby are teeming with odd wild life and the counselors tell then tales at night about the beautiful beasts that once roamed the earth that were forced into hiding.  

The second week of camp it is revealed that this is a camp where teens are trained to house and protect different cryptids, choosing one specifically as their own companion.  

The campers are arranged into “cabins”:

Nessie 

Sasquatch  

Yeti 

Thunderbird 

Jackalope  

Kraken 

Evening Poems: Twenty-Something

People rarely say what they are feeling. We mask our hearts in a cloak of quiet.
Why do we stay silent?
But what do I know?
I’m only twenty-something.

We travel around the sun on this floating rock and yet we do not believe in miracles.
When did we let cynicism poison us?
But what do I know?
I’m only twenty-something.

We have forgotten what it means to have faith in something because in the end it all disappoints.
But isn’t that the point of faith?
But what do I know?
I’m only twenty-something.

Rain actually feels quite nice and yet we complain and pull out our coats in annoyance.
Have you forgotten what it feels like?
But what do I know?
I’m only twenty-something.

But someday we will age. And we will regret not allowing our breath to be taken away or not pausing in the downpour or holding our tongues.
Because as we all know,
You will not always be twenty-something.

Evening Poems: Anger

Anger is a feeling you should feel 

But never house.  

When his stay is over, 

Know when to take his coat from the closet, 

And let him go.  

Some make the mistake of letting him overstay his welcome  

Offer him a bed to rest.  

For anger is a distant relative you can let in only for a time or he will eat you out of house and home.  

Let him sit at the table but not the head.  

Let him only once sip the wine and break the bread.  

But when the clock strikes late 

Send him on his way.  

Anger is only a feeling that is felt- 

But should never stay.   

Evening Poems: To be an Artist

I romanticize my suffering, 

And then I call it art.

Pathetic is now pretty,

Because it is from the heart. 

Cutting words are poetry,

Because now they rhyme .

Beats that flow perfectly.

Words that read in time. 

Bleeding is now beautiful.

The pain to be a creator. 

This is my written world,

And I am the dictator.

And so I will write them,

To any who will listen. 

But little do they know,

The words I weave are my prison. 

Evening Poems: Little Things

People say that little things are what makes life worth living for. 

The little rays of sunshine and coffee that warms you to your core.  

But what if the little things are what can kill you too? 

Thing after thing piles on and ends up crushing you.  

Spilling that glass of your favorite drink 

Failing that class and crying till you cant think.  

A head cold that normally wouldn’t matter. 

You find yourself sinking sadder and sadder.  

Gas prices are up; they shut down a line. 

I find it a lie to simply say “I’m fine.” 

I need a new job with vastly better pay. 

Friends that love and actually stay.  

And I have found that I can’t taste. 

But it doesn’t matter because money spent on the unnecessary feels like a waste.  

I’m broke now. Emotionally too.  

They say it gets better. 

But I waited so long- so what now do I do? 

Evening Poems: Anxiety

Anxiety is man, 

He tells earnestly 

For what I should worry 

But as I focus on his features 

He seems to be blurry 

So I’ve come to find out 

He thinks he knows best 

In his well trimmed suit 

With a velvet vest. 

But his words are empty 

A spiral of care. 

Obsession dressed in good intentions

To hide the nightmare.

Evening Poems: Bridges

You say I burn bridges 

Reckless and without care 

But I implore you to listen 

Such a judgement is not fair 

I did not light the match 

I did not start the fire 

It was them I say  

Who piled up the pyre 

But one day I was done. 

One day I began to tire. 

Of bailing water on the blaze 

That persisted in growing higher.  

So I stood still.  

And let it burn down. 

Perhaps it would have lasted 

If it were more structurally sound.  

World Building Questions to Ask

Here are a few World Building Questions I tend to ask myself when building a world, specifically a fantasy one. These questions can help you flesh out and get a good feel for the world you plan on placing your characters in. Enjoy!

Magic System:

What can the magic do?

What can the magic not do?

Is there a price or drawback for overusing and reaching the magic’s limitations?

Does the Magic require the use of external tools? (ex. wand, book knowledge, incantation of sorts, etc.)

Are there people who cannot perform magic?

Technology:

What are the various means of transportation?

Is there a time period in which you can compare the development of tech to?

Who regulates the use of the world’s tech?

Any specific laws or regulations concerning it?

What are some common everyday uses of this world’s tech?

Laws and Leadership:

Is there a high ranking official above everyone or a council?

How is this government structured, generally?

Who makes the War decisons?

Who lays the law of the land?

How are leaders appointed?

Any limitations of said leaders?

Are laws permanent?

Describe the military power.

Society:

Are there various social classes? If so, describe them.

What are the specific traits assigned to each social class? Signs of status?

What does common “everyday” clothes look like?

Geography and Climate:

Describe the seasons.

Describe the weather.

How important are weather patterns to this society? How are they affected by it?

Give a general description of the notable geographic features of this world.

Are there any tundras, deserts, mountains, lakes, or coastlines?

How are cities in these various climates different from each other?

Other:

What happens to the world/city’s sewage and waste?

Where do textiles and various materials come from?

Are there imports? If so, from where?