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English Mobster
January 9th, 2010, 03:48 PM
Inspiration can come from anywhere, at any time.
In the words of Jim Jarmusch, "Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: 'It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.'"
I would recommend doing what I do when it comes to finding inspiration: keep a notebook and a pen of some sort on me at all times.
If someone says something funny, make a mental note to write it down; you can use it.
If you see something random, write it down; you can use it.

One other tool I use to find inspiration is StumbleUpon. Set it to the "humor" filter.
Then Stumble.
Will it fit your needs?
For example, Stumbling this (http://thereifixedit.com/2009/06/10/epic-kludge-photo-zombie-scouting-post/) turned into this:

They suddenly came across a large pole sticking out of the ground. From the looks of the wires which hung down from it, it appeared to once be a telephone pole. However, on top of the pole was a large sheet of plywood, with a ladder on each side to support the weight and offer a means up and down the telephone pole.
On top of the sheet of plywood, there was what remained of an RV. The wheels had been removed, but it otherwise remained intact, giving it the appearance of a houseboat which had somehow found its way on top of a telephone pole.
Pie and Cake stopped their bickering and stared at what was possibly the strangest thing they had seen all day.
While I haven't quite gotten around to refining it yet (see my previous tutorial on this subject), you can see where I got the idea from.
I repeat: inspiration can come from anywhere.

My friend, for example, was speaking about chainsaws. Then he came up with an idea for an anti-terrorist "Rocket-Propelled Chainsaw".
That RPC turned into this:

There were guards in this guard post, and these guards by now figured out that Pie and Company were no longer good friends, but rather people who kill their good friends.
As such, the guards were now not too happy with Pie and Company.
A spotter spotted the five, who were currently meandering for their lives down the grassy trail, and picked up a device.
This device was shaped like a large rectangle, with open ends at either end of the rectangle. He mounted one end over his shoulder, and pointed the other end at the Blues.
A beeping noise came out of the rectangle, indicating that it knew where the Blues were, and that it was not a very happy rectangle right now, plus adding that it would like very much for there to be no more Blues there.
The guard pushed a little red button on the rectangle, and the thing inside the rectangle made a ferocious noise, like a cat stuck inside of a small tin box with no litterbox and nothing to scratch.
The guard pulled a little button and the thing making the noise launched out of the rectangle at a very high velocity.


Mr. Chainsaw was not a very happy chainsaw.
He was made in Kirkland, Washington, and he thought that he was going to be sent up north to the Canadian lumberjacks.
He really liked the lumberjacks, and he wanted to help the lumberjacks out as much as he could. He would do this by being a good chainsaw to them, and he hoped that they would reward him by using him to cut down extra-large trees.
He liked cutting down extra-large trees.
But no, some guy, who was annoyingly located a bit south of Hawaii, but a bit north of Australia, ordered him by mail, and so he was sent south rather than his intended north.
Mr. Chainsaw was not too happy with this.
He, along with many of his brethren chainsaws, were taken to a lab facility of some sort. In this lab facility, some guy with a monocle and a mustache and a top hat took him and his comrades and stuffed a rocket onto his rear end.
He didn’t like that much, as he didn’t think that strapping a rocket to his rear end would aid much in the cutting down of trees, something which he noticed a distinct lack of on this island.
He was then shoved into a small, rectangular box with two openings, and he had something prodding him where his cord was. He sat there in this box for a little while, and then he got picked up and pointed at something or another.
His rocket made a little beeping noise, and then the thing prodding him where his cord was pulled his cord, causing him to start up.
This isn’t right, thought Mr. Chainsaw, I don’t see any trees. I just see a group of five people.
Suddenly, his rocket ignited and he was sent blazing out of his box at this group of five people.
One of them, who looked as if he were the leader, glanced up.
“HOLY CRAP!” he cried, “IT’S A-” Mr. Chainsaw missed this middle part, but it was something which ended in “-ing”, “CHAINSAW!”
The leader ducked, and Mr. Chainsaw barely missed him, although he did catch a small tuft of his hair.
He didn’t want to get the poor guy, he wanted to cut down some trees. That was all he ever wanted to do, was aid the Canadians in cutting down some trees.
Mr. Chainsaw’s misery was soon brought to an end when he got embedded within the side of a mountain.
That's a good 600 words. I could expand on that even further if I wanted to; I could make the idea as long or as short as I want.
Inspiration can come from anywhere.

I stumbled upon TVtropes. I've heard of TVtropes, I've been there before, but during this particular visit, I looked at a page involving breaking the fourth wall. Someone on the site mentioned a comic where the author is an actual character in the comic itself, and about how the other characters in the comic plot to kill him.
A plot idea in my notebook right now is to have 2 evil characters teleport a man known simply as "The Author" into their story so they could kill him, thus ending their misery.

If you're stuck on a story idea, look around! Inspiration is all around you; you just have to find it.

Jean-Luc
January 11th, 2010, 08:31 PM
Before I begin, none of what I'm about to say is meant to be insulting...but I am going to be completely straight with you.

Your message is on point and I'm glad you at least grasp proper concepts, but your examples are downright pathetic and your previous writing is incredibly amateurish. While your intentions are good, you come across as...rather pretentious actually, seeing as your own writing is downright mediocre (at least, what I've seen of it).

For example, the writing in your story "Army of Idiots" is atrocious, yet you're attempting to teach others how to write properly. Sorry, but unless you can prove to others that your own writing is good your own words will ring hollow.

You've likely improved since "Army of Idiots," but I'm going to use it as an example anyway.

ORIGINAL
The base they were launching an assault on was just an entry point into enemy territory. It was just an abandoned, decades-old power plant. It was the first major attempt at a viable wind-powered power generator. The idea was, instead of having many small-output miniature wind power generators, you could build just one, giant fan, powered mostly by the wind, but also using some nuclear reactors for power. Several years ago, this power generator was abandoned due to the lack of power generated; it wasn’t feasible. After years of neglect, it is now just a pile of ruins on a shark-infested beach, but, if taken, it could be the biggest stronghold they had as they marched off to victory.

The air was tense with the anticipation of battle. They had many of their best soldiers standing on the beach, waiting. There was no way the enemy could withstand their attack.

Unless... Unless the enemy, codenamed "blue", had their best soldier, the one who never lost a single battle.

Little did they know that soldier was stationed at this outpost.

REVISED
The facility pinpointed for assault was a decrepit power plant which had been abandoned decades prior to the Covenant invasion. Despite existing in a state of disrepair, the generator machinery still worked flawlessly; the exterior wind-powered fan spiraled smoothly in its housing, constantly buffeted by the off-shore winds native to the coastal location. Backup generators were located inside, near the main entrance, ready to be activated in a moment's notice. If this installation were successfully captured, it would serve as a formidable stronghold for the occupying forces and as a defensible foothold into enemy territory.


An elite squadron of Spartans, clad in distinctive red MOLJNIR armor, stood silently on the beach The humid ocean air was thick with anticipation. Adrenaline coursing through their veins, every solider was ready for the upcoming battle, visualizing their upcoming victory.


However...despite their preparation, despite their experience, even despite the presence of their most accomplished veterans...flickers of doubt passed through the group, like whispers in the wind. Intel had warned them of the presence of an advanced enemy combatant, unparalleled in battle. Rumor had it that this unknown warrior had never lost a single confrontation and was capable of boosting the morale of those he fought with.


As fate would have it, that very soldier was assigned to defend the power plant Red Team so desperately needed, were they to begin successful assaults into enemy territory.


See the difference? Until you can prove to us that your own writing demonstrates a high standard of compentency...it will be hard for us to take you seriously.

Warsaw
January 12th, 2010, 09:07 PM
Your sentences do not vary enough in structure. They are all very basic elementary-level constructions, with the result being a rapid-fire snapping off of concrete details. There just isn't any depth or feeling to it. Needs more metaphoric descriptors, too.

English Mobster
January 12th, 2010, 09:16 PM
That draft of the Army of Idiots was a while ago; it's been revised countless times since.

Also, I see you picked up on the Halo influences in that story. It used to be Halo fanfiction, but I decided to take that story out of the Halo universe, leaving a few homages here and there. Good job on catching it (though calling the jeeps "Warthogs" might have something to do with it). :p

E: As for the "elementary-style" sentences, those particular sentences are meant to be rapid-fire. Here's something more along the line of my typical writing:

Sniper Country was a barren, desolate hell of a place. They said that when God was making the Earth all those years ago, Sniper Country was one of the last places He made. In fact, by this time, God was so thoroughly tired of making the planet that He just said, “Screw it. You know what, just… Just screw it.” And thus Sniper Country was born: Miles of God-forsaken desert which looked like the red surface of Mars, with two gigantic mesas stretching up on either side, forming one of the world’s largest box canyons. Blue had carved out one mesa and converted it into a system of tunnels which also functioned as a base for the Blue team, and the Reds had done the same to the other. Each side only existed because the other side was there (like most places in this damn war), and both sides were full of snipers who just sat there, watching the broad expanse of desert and waiting for someone wearing different-colored armor to venture outside.

Please note that I'm not saying this is a piece of art; I haven't revised it yet. It's just to show more typical sentences than my succession of "rapid-fire" paragraphs up top.

SnaFuBAR
January 12th, 2010, 09:50 PM
Still, your writing style isn't exactly captivating, and is somewhat rudimentary in vocabulary. You're drawing way too much from the Halo universe. By that, I absolutely mean your descriptors of locations and reasons for being there. Everything you've written is easily visualized in machinima. You've done absolutely nothing to construct your own universe and draw the reader in.

You should really get away from using your own work as example. Take quotes from books by Tom Clancy or books like Das Boot, which really work hard to put you in the place as a viewing entity, rather than a reader.

English Mobster
January 12th, 2010, 10:32 PM
True; true. 'Tis something I need to work on.

Interesting tidbit: This was originally GOING to be a machinima, once upon a time. Back in 8th grade, the idea first hatched in my head to make this a machinima. All the characters had their names chosen by their original voice actors. I had 100+ episodes scripted.
The problem was simply the logistics of getting everyone online to film. It was extremely difficult; the project fell apart, and the scripts were re-worked into novel format.

For the record, I have tried to set up some kind of a backstory in the latest draft of said story:

There are multiple things which do not fit together in this world, things which do not like each other in the slightest. For example, soda does not taste very good when it is poured into a bowl of cereal. Lions do not play “tag” very well when paired with baby narwhals. Buttered toast does not like gravity in the slightest, tending to follow Murphy’s laws to the letter. Fairly large rocks are not very fond of glass windows, especially when said glass windows are in their way.
Among the other things which do not fit together in the slightest are the Red and Blue governments.
They HATED each other, and pumped trillions of dollars yearly into their fight. However, neither side really truly knew WHY it was that they were fighting, nor why it was that they could not co-exist. Sure, there was the whole “Communism vs. Capitalism” thing going on, but neither side knew how the first Communist rebellions began. What they did know was that once the last of the Great Democracies had fallen, the Blues rose from the ashes under the banner of the Unified Earth Government. Their power spread until they exerted complete dominion over the entire planet, and the resulting corruption and mismanagement of the government was what led to the rise of the rebellious Red government.
That’s one theory, but I severely doubt that either side actually KNEW how this war began, should you have asked them.
It just seems that humans like to fight over stupid things for stupid reasons.
To put things simply as possible, the Red government was not too fond of the Blue government. In fact, the Reds were the opposite of fond of the Blues. They really didn’t like the Blues too much at all, actually.
After years of warfare and billions of lives spent, the Red government had exerted complete and utter dominance over Europe, Africa, and Asia. Victory was near; their massive war campaigns would not be for nothing. Soon, they would stand triumphant, trumpeting their massive victory over the forces of capitalism. The last vestiges of Blue hope lay in America, the last remaining stronghold of the inferior economic system.
Tension filled the world’s stage as the Reds slowly planned for a massive attack on the New United States, the last remains of the Unified Earth Government. They had already taken parts of Canada. Continual fighting forced territory all the way down the northwest to be declared a “no-man’s land”. One last, final, decisive attack would crush the remains of the Untied States and defeat the Blue capitalism forever.
Unfortunately, due to budget constraints and hundreds of those annoying war protesters, the Reds were unable to launch said massive attack. After much deliberation among the Joint Chiefs of State, the Reds decided to drop in a couple detachments of their best marines to get the job done and take it from there, slowly sending in more marines as the budget allowed until they were able to crush the U.S. like a small bug.
And today, the first wave of the Red’s attack had begun.

Jean-Luc
January 12th, 2010, 10:44 PM
Truth be told, I'm not sure it works in either machinima or novel format because your basic scripts seem rather uninspired and fit too tightly to what we KNOW from the games. That's not to say that Halo-inspired stories can't work however; the Eric Nylund and Joseph Staten books proved that.

You have a tendency to avoid risk-taking both here and in your map-making and it's holding you back as a potential artist. Start exploring, even just a little, and I guarantee you'll start seeing improvement.

By the way, I'm fully aware that you're trying to avoid the correlation to Halo but your descriptions are WAY too close to what Halo demonstrated for the reader to ignore it.

English Mobster
January 13th, 2010, 12:16 AM
I've decided to try to distance myself further from Halo in that story; the Warthogs have been renamed to "Chupas" (still a Halo reference, but a bit less obvious one; props if you can get it!), I've added a bit more backstory, etc.
What's funny is that I posted these stories in the quick-crit thread and I was totally ignored, but when I make a thread which is tangentially relevant, I get some crit on it finally.
Interesting the way that works, isn't it? :p

SnaFuBAR
January 13th, 2010, 04:44 PM
That is such a horrifically and blatantly obvious halo machinima reference. You've done nothing to distance yourself from the haloverse, you just adopted from another part of the whole community :/

You should probably scrap army of idiots, since all it has done is piggyback the halo franchise. Just quit creating in reference to the haloverse all together. It's either drowning your creativity or falsely bolstering what creativity you think you might have. I mean, it's possible to be original in creating halo assets or fan fic, but, you've done nothing but copy both literature and model-wise, and thrown in internet memery here and there. It's not clever, it's not entertaining.

Take a break from halo. It's obviously hindering you.

English Mobster
January 13th, 2010, 08:26 PM
I would scrap Army of Idiots... Except for the fact that it is now 127 pages, Times New Roman 12 pt, single-spaced, totaling in at over 75,000 words.
It's my baby, lol. I'm not going to send it to a publisher for AT LEAST 2 years; legally, I have to be 18 to enter a contract IF it were to be published (which is approx a 500 to 1 chance, so crossed fingers, but not getting my hopes up).
It's going to have 2 years worth of polish on it, so I'm going to make sure this shit is quality shit by the time I send it in to a publisher.

Jean-Luc
January 13th, 2010, 08:37 PM
Uh...well I'm not going to pass judgment immediately but I would like you to post a small portion of your story, preferably the introduction, to show us what you've done with 2 years of polish.

I don't want to get your hopes down here, but if it's even remotely like what you posted originally, you have no chance of getting it published.

English Mobster
January 13th, 2010, 08:55 PM
It hasn't been two years yet. I said I'm not going to publish it until I have 2 years of polish, and I meant 2 years from today. :p
Here it is in its current state:

There are multiple things which do not fit together in this world, things which do not like each other in the slightest. For example, soda does not taste very good when it is poured into a bowl of cereal. Lions do not play “tag” very well when paired with baby narwhals. Buttered toast does not like gravity in the slightest, tending to follow Murphy’s laws to the letter. Fairly large rocks are not very fond of glass windows, especially when said glass windows are in their way. Red governments do not get along well with Blue governments. In fact, expanding on that last one, one could just say that the Red government was not very fond of the Blue government. The Reds were the opposite of fond of the Blues. They really didn’t like the Blues too much at all, actually. And one day, they decided that they had enough of the Blues exerting dominance over their planet, and so they decided to declare war on the Blues.
The war dragged on forever. After years of warfare and billions of lives spent, the Red government had finally managed to exert complete and utter dominance over Europe, Africa, and Asia. Their victory was near; their massive war campaigns would not be for nothing. Soon, they would stand triumphant, trumpeting their massive victory over the forces of capitalism. The last vestiges of Blue hope lay in America, the last remaining stronghold of the inferior capitalist economic system.
Tension filled the world’s stage as the Reds slowly planned for a massive attack on the New United States. The Reds had already taken parts of Canada, and continual fighting between the two factions forced territory all the way down the northwest side of North America to be declared a “no-man’s land”. One last, final, decisive attack would crush the remains of the Untied States and defeat the Blue capitalism forever.
And so the Reds planned such an attack. Everyone involved in the planning and execution of the attack would go down in the history books. The planners and executioners knew this and as such the plan was very thorough, going into intense detail for every last little move which would bring the Blues to their knees.
Unfortunately, due to budget constraints and hundreds of those annoying war protesters, the Reds were unable to launch said massive attack. After much deliberation among the Joint Chiefs of State, the Reds decided to drop in a couple detachments of their best marines to get the job done and wing it from there.
And today, the first wave of the Red’s attack had begun.
Two detachments of marines charged from the dropships they had just flown in on. Their Red-armored forms scurried about on the beach like bugs after their rocky home had been lifted up from their heads. They prepared to wage all-out war on their helpless enemies as they formed their attack formations. Several heavily armored jeeps, nicknamed “Chupas”, exited the dropships, kicked sand up into the air as their wheels gained traction, and drove to the head of the pack.
The attack companies waited for the dropships to finish unloading so they could begin their much-awaited assault.
As they scurried about the beach, one of the soldiers turned to his brother-in-arms. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind one gets from not having anything to eat for a while. “Another day, another battle, eh, Vlad?”
Vlad smiled, one of those war-torn smiles worn by many of the soldiers on the beachhead that day. “Ivan, if it means we get to destroy these damned Blues, I’d fight every day of my life. It’s a tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.”
Ivan nodded. “I think the higher-ups agree with you. About the fighting bit, at least. They do pump trillions of dollars yearly into this damn war, after all.”
“Ever wonder why we’re doing this, though?”
Ivan laughed slightly and pushed Vlad away. “Don’t get all existential on me, now.”
“No,” Vlad said, seriously, “Do you ever wonder why it is we’re fighting?”
“Because they’re bad, comrade. Evil dirty capitalists. You know, the typical Communist reasons.”
“Yeah, but how’d it start? Why are we fighting? Why are they so bad? Why can’t we co-exist?”
“I don’t know, maybe because of that whole ‘Communism vs. Capitalism’ thing?” Ivan’s tone was bitterly sarcastic.
Vlad, meanwhile, seemed genuinely curious. “But how the first Communist rebellions begin? Why did they begin?”
“I don’t know. I think once the last of the ‘Great Democracies’ had fallen, the Blues rose from its ashes. Then their power spread until they exerted complete dominion over the entire planet, and the resulting corruption and mismanagement of the government was what led to the rise of our rebellious Red government. You should stop asking questions and just go with these things, comrade; you know the Reds hate it when people begin asking questions.” The soldier spoke this last bit with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
“Meh. Works for me.”
“If you really want answers, I would say that it just seems that humans like to fight over stupid things for stupid reasons.”
“True that.” The dropship unloaded the last of its cargo and flew off. The only thing which they were waiting on now was an attack order, and so Ivan and Vlad straightened up.
The enemy, those ignorant, capitalist, fascist Blues, was crawling all over this beachhead. The Blues knew they were coming, for no one for miles around could have missed the absolute racket which their insertion had made. The Reds could almost hear the sounds of hundreds of anti-aircraft guns coming online for California’s defense. Air support would be no help in this fight. They were going to have to win this battle on their own.
The Reds knew that all throughout the makeshift base which they were attacking there were soldiers running about like angry ants, arming themselves with the best weapons available and preparing for a long, drawn-out battle… Or possibly just climbing out of their bunks.
As you can see, it's quite different than my original intro. I added in a minor dialogue between two "Redshirt" characters (who will never be mentioned again) to break up the monotony of the exposition. I also added a better "hook" and more supporting details.

SnaFuBAR
January 13th, 2010, 09:21 PM
It's a stereotypical adaptation of capitalism vs communism, with obvious inspiration from Red vs Blue, a lack of descriptors that really help you visualize. So they're attacking California... how about a description of where? California's coast is fucking HUGE and has a very very big difference from north to south.

Might want to get some non stereotypical names for the Russians. You know, not "Ivan" and "Vlad". Those are as generic a "vodka". Try something like Dostoevsky or make an adaptation of a war hero's name.

You need to execute the hook a whole lot better. You made it too long and dragged out, and entirely ridiculous. "lions and baby narwhals" made me want to stop reading right away.

You used "red" 25 fucking times, and "blue" 13 times, and "fighting" 8 times in very close proximity.

English Mobster
January 13th, 2010, 10:02 PM
This entire thing is meant to be one massive parody of those Cold War action novels pitting the Russians against the U.S., hence the stereotypical adaption. It actually used to be a lot more subtle than it is in its current form
Red vs. Blue was a heavy source of inspiration for this, yes, just as Aliens was a major source of inspiration for Halo. I'm not plagiarizing them (at least, I hope not), other than a few nods here and there which few would notice and fewer would understand, so I don't really see anything wrong with taking inspiration from a source. It follows the Red vs. Blue model (Red and Blue teams in box canyon, mercenary shows up, mercenary turns out to be female), but it does eventually deviate (teams get arrested, jailbreak, flee to Canada... Shit happens, teams must put aside their differences temporarily to sort it all out).
You have a valid point on the descriptors; the description of the coast was cut so I could cut to the action. I've re-included it a bit further down in the intro.
You also have a valid point on the names, they've been changed to "Dostoevsky" (thanks!) and "Dmitriy", former Russian Tsar.
Moved the dialogue up a fair bit, it now precedes the "Tension filled the world's stage" bit.
It's a bit hard to not use "Red" and "Blue" when those are (literally) the names of your governments. I understand it's a bit silly to name your government after a color, however, it's a good way to tell which team is which without having to specify "The Communists" or "The Capitalists". However, I will work on it.

Thanks a lot for your input guys; I wish I could have gotten this before I had it all printed out. The "Writer's Crit" place I posted it to for crit (http://www.scribophile.com/authors/jay-stevens/works/the-pie-who-loved-me/chapter-1/) was (for the most part) totally useless.

SnaFuBAR
January 14th, 2010, 03:05 PM
When you literally take the storyline out of r v b (merc shows up, turns out to be female) you're doing a little more than using it for "inspiration". I'm not so sure I would call it plagiarizing, but you certainly can't be credited for being original!

If you don't see something wrong with that, please re-evaluate your worth as an author.

There are a lot of ways to describe which team is which, which government is which, without having to use "red" and "blue". Geographic location, values, equipment, style of government, etc. There's so much available to you to use as inspiration, but yet again, you're lacking the vocabulary and insight to accomplish good use of those kinds of descriptors.

I think you need a little exercise in modesty as well. I know it would be pretty cool to get published, but at this point, you're just too much of a neophyte, and your writing shows that. Vocabulary and composure are everything to writing, and you're severely lacking in both.

If you're serious, take a lot of writing classes at your local college or something. You could really use the help.

blind
January 14th, 2010, 03:16 PM
My writing style is fucking magnificent. I should put my blog back up.

neuro
January 14th, 2010, 03:51 PM
yes blind, you should.

blind
January 14th, 2010, 06:01 PM
lt slide, electric glide
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Warsaw
January 14th, 2010, 08:47 PM
Quality shit is still shit, hth.

You should just go for quality. No amount of polish will make something fundamentally flawed suddenly good, even if it's already at 75,000 words. Quantity does not trump quality no matter how big the ratio is.

English Mobster
January 16th, 2010, 12:10 AM
Quality shit is still shit, hth.

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