So, a couple nights ago, I come home to my husband watching TV. So I saw was two people each getting comfortable on their own little plush sofas to talk to each other through a wall.

I curiously and tentatively went, “Whatcha watchin’?”

He TURNS RED and mumbles, “It’s just absolute smut…”





I was so confused, cuz it was the middle of the day and he certainly didn’t SEEM like that’s what he was watching, so I made him explain.

It was that reality dating show Netflix just added! Very PG-13.

Even more confused, I asked, “Why did you call it smut??”

“Cuz it’s kinda dumb, and I’m embarrassed.”


Long story short, I had to inform my husband what “smut” was and apparently he thought I meant something different when I have mentioned it in the past…..

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Yeah, I’m a Mammoron… Always a sucker for a hotheaded tsundere. Luci is the enigma, and Beel is the giant puppy I would probably date if this was real. Didn’t have an orange option, but I really don’t like those three. Barbatos and Solomon are shady AF, and Belphie literally killed me!! I don’t hate him, but I’m not about to forget that!

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Can you do the second part the blind date Villian and Hero snippet, perhaps with some physical contact? How they react to that? It was so good I need more!



This was probably a terrible idea. It was definitely a terrible idea. It had graduated from a Bad Idea to a Terrible Idea.

The hero shivered as the villain’s hand smoothed over their scarred skin. Their gaze was hungry, reverent, something. It was more attention than anyone had ever given them and yet the touch was feather-light, as if the weight of scrutiny was only casual. As if the hero’s stomach wasn’t in hot knots.

“This doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you. This isn’t that.”

“Of course not,” the villain murmured distractedly. “God, you’re beautiful.”

The hero’s mouth dried. “You’re egotistical. You only like it because it’s you.”

The villain shrugged at that, fingers still dancing over the thin raised lines and markers of their acquaintance. “I like that you have something to remember me by, no matter what happens. You’ve certainly played on my mind a lot before tonight.”

Their gazes met. 

The hero’s heart fluttered stupid and - despite their more sensible thoughts that night - entirely too tipsy. “Am I what you thought I would be?” 

“Definitely prettier.”

The hero cracked up laughing at that one. “You’re relentless. Alright - alright.” They caught the villain’s wrists to prevent those dangerous (intoxicating) hands from staying further. “You’re turn. That was the deal. I show you mine, you show me yours.”

“You might need to release my hands out of your custody.”

The hero let go, watching with a perhaps not entirely unmatching hunger as the villain rucked their shirt up and over their head. 

The hero blinked, drinking in the sight. Those were not all theirs. They hadn’t done all that. Had they? No, no they were sure. They took a step closer, brow furrowing, and pretended they didn’t feel the villain shiver beneath the skim of their fingertips. 

The hero had friends. They wondered how long it had been since the villain had been touched kindly. “Would you tell me if I asked?” Their gaze lingered on the scars. 

“Would you ask?” the villain countered. 

No. No, they wouldn’t. They weren’t that drunk. Whatever the Tragic Backstory it didn’t excuse further hurt to the world, and  no bonding would make that easier. What they did do was lean down and kiss one of the marks on the villain’s shoulder - one they knew they had made themselves. 

The villain sucked in a sharp breath. 

The hero froze. “I may be drunk.” 

The villain cleared their throat, reaching for their shirt again, cheeks visibly hot. The hero’s cheeks went hot too. 

Their gazes met again, opposing magnets drawn.

The hero dropped their hands. 

“You’re not what I expected either,” the hero said. It was much as they were willing to admit. 

The villain leaned in and kissed them then, tasting of wine and the hints of the chocolate cake they had split for dessert. It didn’t last long. The hero felt it all the way through to their toes as they kissed back. 

“I’ll see you on the battlefield, hero.”

But for all the ‘it’s nothings’ nothing was quite the same after that. 

Terrible Idea. They’d called it.

Reposting to find more easily in the future. Absolutely love this writing.

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Hiya! I'm in love with you Villan/hero snippets! Could you do this one: Two people on a blind date realise that they are each other's nemesis by the sound of their voices or the cuts on their skin? But the hero can't leave the date because the villain threatens to kill everyone else within the building?



“Look,” the hero hissed across their starters. “This was clearly a misunderstanding on both of our parts. Let’s just go our separate ways and pretend this never happened. No one needs to get hurt.”

The villain topped up the hero’s red wine in response. 

The hero’s fingers flexed restlessly on the table. They glanced around at the restaurant, the innocent families and lovers and servers who had no idea the danger they were in. 

The villain plucked up one of the tiny delicacies on their plate and offered it up to the hero between two fingers, eyebrow rising. “They’re delicious. Try one.” 

“You can’t be serious. Is this a new form of torture? Did you know?” 

Who you were? No.” The villain popped the smoked salmon crostini into their mouth. “But it’s rude to run out on dinner and I won’t pretend I’m not…curious.”

“It’s rude to threaten an entire restaurant full of people,” the hero muttered. 

“It’s rude to cause a scene,” the villain said. “You’re trying to make this one. You can leave when we’re done - or is it that you are simply too much of a grunt to hold a civil conversation for one hour of your life?” 

“Maybe I just don’t want to get to know you.”

“Why?” The villain met their gaze. “Scared I’m not the monster you think I am? That you’ll have to admit that the person you spend so much of your time trying to ruin is just a person like you? With friends? And an apparently pitiful dating life.”

The hero snorted at that, despite themselves, even as their stomach gave an uneasy roll. Because, well, yes. They didn’t want to know if their nemesis had a fluffy white cat or siblings or a love for smoked salmon crostinis. It didn’t make what they had to do any easier if they were just people. 

The hero dropped their gaze to their own food and took a bite, trying to force their shoulders to untense. They’d been excited for this date. They’d felt their stomach flutter a little before the bastard opened their mouth and ruined everything with that familiar voice and unfamiliar lovely smile. Ugh.

Still, it felt like a betrayal to even consider getting on. Like that meant they were somehow fine with what the villain did if they weren’t arguing every step of the way. And it was…difficult. Their scars prickled just knowing the person who gave them was sitting across from them. 

They’d been on dates before and the scars always raised questions, or a second glance, or pity, or something. 

They eyed the long-sleeved jumper and jeans that the villain was wearing, almost every possible inch of skin covered. They caught the raised white line across the back of the villain’s hand anyway where they had once got a shot in. Swallowed. 

The villain’s gaze followed their stare and their hand twitched back. 

“Sorry,” the hero blurted, before they could stop themselves. “I - god. I always hate the staring, you know.” 

“I haven’t done this in a really long time,” the villain said. “I’m not - this isn’t what I normally do.”

“Well, yeah, I know all about what you normally do.” 

The villain laughed at that, before reaching for the wine glass. “And you? What do you normally do when you’re not dressed in that fantastic outfit of yours? Did you make it yourself?” 

“You know I’m not going to answer that question.” 

The villain grinned. “So you did make it yourself,” as if that was the question the hero couldn’t answer rather than what they did. Though secret identity seemed a somewhat moot point now that they knew each other’s faces. 

The villain’s grin faded at the exact same time that any urge to laugh the hero had came to a crashing halt. They stared at each other. 

“You’re going to look, aren’t you?” the hero asked. “You have a name, my face…”

“So do you. Are you saying you’re not going to use this against me?”

Of course they would. That was why the secret had been so important - how could either of them not use this, when so much was at stake? 

The hero downed their wine, hand shaking. Because if the villain could happily blow up a restaurant full of strangers to get to them, what were they going to do with information on their friends and family? “I can’t eat,” they confessed. “I think I’m going to be sick.” 

“I won’t do anything to them,” the villain said. “If you keep your mouth shut about who I am. If you don’t look.”

The hero blew out a breath and nodded. There wasn’t any option. “If you hurt them, I’ll tell everyone.” 

So where did that leave them? 

With a crisp white tablecloth, a goddamn flower in a glass vase jar, and half a set of starters. With the villain giving them a dark, entirely too considering look across the table. 

“You can’t kidnap me,” the hero said, taking a guess. “Too many people can see us. People know we met up, you’d be the first suspect if something bad happened to me.” 

The villain’s eyes narrowed but some of that considering darkness vanished as they apparently accepted the point. 

The hero’s shoulders sagged in relief. They poured some more wine - it was a horrible idea to get drunk, but the villain seemed to have the same one because they needed some buffer here. 

“I am curious,” the villain said softly. “I would like to see you.” 

The hero choked. “Excuse me?” 

“Oh, come on.” The villain’s stare was a little hungry again as they looked the hero up and down. “I want to see my handiwork.” They shot another smirk. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” 

No,” the hero spluttered. But they were thinking about it now. They looked the villain up and down, because it wasn’t like they’d ever get the chance to do so again now, was it? It could give them a clue, something, some advantage. 


“Next you’re going to suggest a one night stand.”

“You said it not me,” the villain returned, nabbing another crostino. “Though if you were thinking about it, I would point out that it doesn’t have to mean anything. Also no awkward questions of who the hell did that to you.” 

“I really have no desire to have that much intimate knowledge about you.” 

“Liar,” the villain said. “You’re goddamn ruthless. You’re just worried you might actually enjoy yourself with me.”

How had they got onto this conversation? Why were they thinking about it now? It was a bad idea. It was a Bad Idea so bad it needed capitals for emphasis.

“I don’t think that’s a concern.” 

“I saw the way you looked at me when you first walked in.”

“And then you opened your mouth,” the hero replied, with a sweet smile. “Hence the complete lack of concern.”


“Oh, come on. You know what I mean!” And oh come, they were not going to feel bad about this. Even if they both seemed to be in the same wretched boat as far as the dating pool went. “Maybe you’d get more dates if you didn’t wear that stupid mask so much.”

“Maybe you’d get laid if you weren’t constantly trying to get in my way. I mean, I’m flattered by the attention, but you clearly need to focus on your own needs some more, hero.” 

They glared at each other for a beat. Somehow, they ended up laughing. 
This was absurd. This was absolutely ridiculous. Practically obscene. 

“You done with those crostino’s?” the hero asked, reaching out to steal one. “Because the sooner we’re done eating and get the bill, the better.” 

The villain pushed the plate towards them. 

They were, in fact, delicious. 


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This could go two ways…

“Do you love me?”

“Please don’t ask me that.”


“You know I’ll have to lie.”


“Do you care?”

“What do you think?”

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Quick question! Any advice on how do I make up 5 new languages...? ^^'



Oh boy, five?! I’ve never done it myself, but it sounds difficult. Super interesting, but difficult. First I guess make sure that you actually want to embark on making five new languages. This is not to discourage you from doing it if you want to do it or to tell you it’s a bad idea just that you want make sure that you don’t start this all gung-ho and then by the third language you start slacking off. Anyway, as I said before I haven’t done this myself so here are a few resources I could find:

I hope these will help get you started on your journey!

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Do you have any guidelines and or advice to with creating a fictional language and how to use it properly?



First you ask yourself how far you actually need to go. 

Is it only some words you need? A few phrases? Actual grammar structure? What function will this language have in the story? Narration style also matters for that question because it determines proper use. A story written in 1st or 3rd limited has little need for full creation of new languages because:

A limited narrator often has little use for full language creation aside from minor phrases or “untranslatable” terminology. On occasion, longer phrases can be untranslated for dramatic effect, like if the character were reading an inscription or reciting some key phrase. The reader should still learn the meaning but if the oomph comes from the original language then it can be portrayed that way. 

However, an omniscient narrator can narrate a language no matter anyone’s understanding, so creating language beyond just a few words or phrases is actually useful here. That said, you need to be very careful not to bore your reader. If a reader cannot read parts of the book then they aren’t going to be engaged, so full conversations in untranslated languages often don’t help a story.

Very few stories actually benefit from the creation of a full language, and that’s a good thing because it’s no easy feat. Even JRR Tolkien, who created dozens of languages, kept his creations within the bounds of “functional” and he was successful because the man was a master of real-life languages, knowing over 30 to draw knowledge and inspiration from.

True language creation is one of those things where you actually have to know what you’re doing or else it’ll be a horrible mess, but fortunately no author really ever has to make a complete language. Like I said, when JRR Tolkien is praised for his language creation and mastery of linguistics, even his creations are rather simplistic in terms of grammar structure. Unless you’re on his level of linguistics understanding, it’s best you know exactly what language needs your story has and work from there. If you’re only expecting a few words, phrases, or even conversations, then you don’t need to worry about the words or grammar rules that won’t appear.

Find a language to base your creation on.

Fictional languages best come from an origin language because it saves you time and trouble. Besides, unless you’re highly trained in linguistics or have way too much time to spare (best case scenario is both) then making up your own from scratch won’t stand up to a quality test and is likely a waste of your valuable time.

You can borrow grammar structure, alphabet and lettering, sound, etc.– basically anything aside from the exact use of the words. That’s not a hard rule, but it’s better to stick to it since there are plenty of multi-lingual people who you don’t need to make wonder why their word for “duck” is being assigned to a fictional duck. It creates an odd parallel. There’s a chance that you’ll accidentally assign a word (or similar word) to an unrelated word, like “duck” in a real language means “tree” in yours, but that can more easily be written off as a coincidence. Some writers may choose to have editors comb their work to make sure this doesn’t happen, but that’s up to you.

This why it’s helpful to be comfortable in more than one language if you’re going to attempt this feat. Without knowing another language, you’re stuck with English and it can get obvious when a writer is just replacing words from English sentences, especially when there’s more than one language in the story. Maybe not to all readers, but to enough. Looking for online translators to give you a new language to work with isn’t a good idea either because they’re notoriously terrible. If you want to use base the fictional language on one you aren’t fluent in, or at least don’t know basic grammar for, then find someone who is fluent or functional to help you. If you’re just looking to make up some words then you won’t need that level of detailed learning, but your ask is about a language rather than a few words.

Think of the effects on the story.

Language reflects culture. Since the reader can’t hear it, how it looks on paper is going to influence how the reader thinks about the culture it’s part of. Playing around with silent letters or speaking tricks isn’t going to do anything unless you make a point to explain that in-story and work with effects it has. Readers will interpret what’s on the page the way it’s on the page, sometimes even once they’ve been corrected. 

Language also tells you about history. What cultures value, what other cultures they’ve run into, migration patterns, region, etc. For example, languages can blend into each other over time to form a “pidgin language”, which is a simplified language with vocab and grammar drawn from several sources. This can especially help with trade or in ports where multiple countries stop by.

You also have to think about how this languages(s) works in-story and how the character(s) may use it. Is it a more academic setting where discussions are commonplace? Is the character thrown into a new world with only their wits to help them learn? Do they ever actually learn it at all? I made the first point to be “ask yourself how far you actually need to go” because that answer trickles down to everything else.

Creating new languages isn’t an easy task, so good luck!


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Prompt List: Fantasy/Sci-Fi (1)


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Magical Creatures (Part II)

Prompt #248:

Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon?

Prompt #285:

“Most of the time being a werewolf sucks. But in 2020 there will be a full moon on Halloween and I’m going to win all the costume contests!”

Prompt #293:

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

“It ripped out my wings, so yes, it did hurt.”

Prompt #300:

They always say ’the devil made me do it’. But this wasn’t him.

Prompt #314:

When people think about angels, they think about golden locks, white wings and fluffy clouds under their innocent white dresses.

But even though there are angels with blond hair and white wings they definitely have better things to do than sitting on a cloud and playing the harp all day.

Prompt #345:

“So this doesn’t bother you?”

“Honestly the wings are kinda disconcerting.“

{Submitted by: hamilfact}

Prompt #356:

A little while ago the sirens would have scared her but now all she could feel was relief.

(Part I)

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Masterpost by creativepromptsforwriting


Prompt #296

Babysitting your younger sister is hard enough in itself. But when your sister is not like normal kids and it’s possible that she could just float away like a helium-filled balloon, it’s hell.

Prompt #318

Life should be easy when you have powerful magic. But when said magic is uncontrollable magnetism of a random body part, such as hair, chest, or foot, things get extremely difficult.

{Submitted by: Teal}

Prompt #332

In every century there where always four celebrated wielders of the elements in the world. One could wield fire, one earth, one water and the last one could wield air. But history seemed to forget about the fifth one.

Prompt #444

They could feel the magic pouring into their body, taking control.

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Prompt #472


It started with a small act of defiance and ended with something so much bigger.

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Romance Part II

Prompt #297

“Wait, what do you mean, you kinda like me?”

Prompt #340

“You must be the reason for global warming because you’re hot.”

“Actually it’s primarily because of too much carbon dioxide in the atmosphere.”

Prompt #351

“I could kiss you right now!”

“You’re very welcome to do it.”

Prompt #354

The evening sun is falling on their face and she thinks maybe, just maybe she is a little bit in love with them.

Prompt #362

They only realised they were holding hands the entire time, the moment they had to let go.

Prompt #410:

They should have known that fake dating never goes according to plan.

Prompt #447

Kissing in the rain sounds romantic until one of them ends up with pneumonia.

Prompt #460

When two people fall in love, empires will fall next.

Prompt #468

“If I go on a date with you, will you bring the dog from your profile picture?”

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“This was your idea, you can’t – ”

“I in no way told you to do this!”

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Moana Inspired Prompts!


Because Mod Karissa saw it in the past week and can’t sleep at the moment! omg it was so amazing it’s literally tied with my ALLTIME favourite disney movie and then lin-manuel miranda just ahhhhhhh

(please keep in mind that these are inspired by the movie so they don’t necessarily fall within the cultural lines that the movie uses)

  • I’m a god/goddess and you (a demigod) keep stealing my stuff for the humans to use stOP THAT

  • I’m a god/goddess and my stuff was stolen and while you technically can’t interfere with people to get it back, you chose a champion to get it back for me

  • I’m next in line as chief but really, can’t we just give it to my younger sibling? They want it more anyways hey friend help me look like a bad chief but not too bad

  • I’m a demigod and I keep stealing your stuff and giving it to humans but I really just keep using it as an excuse to see you; you never noticed me otherwise

  • mermaid/man wanting to visit the land and person wanting to see the water and just. breaking rules to talk to each other and talk about the different cultures

  • explorer coming to an isolated island and the person wanting to travel being completely enamored with them

  • I wanted to travel on the sea so bad but i’m drowning in a bad storm and now you, the god/goddess of the sea takes pity on me and rescues me personally
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I really love all of your "old god" prompts. Please do more!!!!



1) “Wait…” They stared at their best friend. “You’re an old god. One of our actual gods.” 
Their best friend shrugged, seeming utterly blind to the reverence of those around them. 
“You never told me that!”
“It never came up.”
“Why in - in your name - would that ever come up in a conversation?! That’s a stupid excuse!”
The next second they hit their knees with a yelp of pain as one of the crowd attacked. “Show some respect to the gods! I am so sorry-”
Oh. Okay. Now they could see the ‘old god’ part of things at the look on their best friend’s face. They felt a bit dizzy. 

2) “You know what they say about letting sleeping dogs lie?” they said. 
“I think it goes double for letting sleeping gods lie. You just woke up the entire bloody forest!” 
The trees twisted and grew, and in an instant they were lost. Swallowed whole among the woods as they stirred and whispered to each other. 

3) “Should you be spending so much time at the shrine of a dead god?” asked the old god. “They can’t help you anymore.” 
“I’m not looking for their help,” they replied. They continued to tidy the place up, replacing the withered flowers with fresh ones. “I like it here, it’s peaceful. Why are you here then at the shrine of a dead god if you think it’s so useless?”
A smile twitched the old god’s face. “I like it here,” the old god replied. “There are pretty flowers.”

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Anonymous said:Your god x human prompts were really cool…. Do you ever think you could do some more? 

finemus said:Hello! Could you maybe do some demigod prompts/storyline ideas? Thank you ☺// Anonymous said:Got any prompts about Demi-gods?  

Anonymous said:Could we get some more prompts with gods/goddesses?

1) “It’s alright,” the god murmured. “It’s going to be alright.”
The human shook, no witty words or eyerolls for once - heaving for air that didn’t want to come. Crumpled in grief all the fragility of humankind seemed most on show. “Will I see them again? In the afterlife?”
“You know I can’t tell you that.” 
“Yeah, well, you couldn’t fucking save them either so what the hell kind of god are you? What’s the point of you!?”

2) “You would smite a village just to get at me?” the demigod’s voice cracked. “They’ve done nothing to you! They are good, devout, innocents.”
“They were guilty the second they attempted to harbour you from me,” his father said. “Their ignorance of their guilt does not lessen the sin. If you were a less willful son you would not need so strict a hand to guide you.”
“If you were less shit father then-” the demigod’s mouth clamped shut, involuntarily. He seethed. 
“You will no longer spend time among mortals,” the god decreed. “Your unruliness is not your fault, you are right. I have let you down. Now I will make you better.”

3) The demigod knelt down in the confessional booth, head bowed. 
“Forgive me father,” they released a shaky breath. “For I have sinned.” 

4)  “You know,” the demigod murmured, bracing an arm against the wall and eyeing the top of the human’s head. “Most of them can’t take their eyes off me, but you refuse to so much as meet my gaze. Do you perhaps envision I have a basilisk’s stare? Or are you so devout as to believe you have no right to look upon a child of the gods?”
“I did not realise you cared if I looked upon you or not. You are hardly lacking people to lay themselves at your altar, you hardly need me to do so as well. That would just be excessive.”
A grin tugged at the demigod’s lips - rather more used to adoration, to those who begged for blessing, some divinity shed to their own selves by rubbing shoulders with something more. 

5) The goddess looked down at the believer, so sweet and faithful. Her head tilted. “Do you understand what it is you are offering, child?”
“All I am is yours,there is nothing left to offer.” The girl trembled with terror.
The goddess’ lips pursed thin. This damn cult, what had they done? She turned to them with rage like ice. “How dare you?” 
They startled. “Is the sacrifice not to your liking? She has been well trained-”
“She’s terrified!” She gathered the girl closer, protectively, lest they punish her for a goddess’ displeasure. “You imagine my love to be enslaving?” What had they done to her legacy in her absence? This was monstrous. It was all wrong.

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Visual Writing Prompt #95

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This is the employment Steve, reblog for bountiful job opportunity.

I couldn’t not. Too hard to pass up…

Ohmy good gracious! I just had my first week at a new job, and I’m already way happier, even though I have no clue what I’m doing! I now believe whole heartedly in the employment Steve!!

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So, I’m really hoping that PB was just thanking us for hanging in there through a long, emotional, and confusing book. TE is legit my favorite, and they obviously hired some new romance writing talent for it because…. 😅

Anyway, some of their other books thank the readers, and some say “thank you for reading and finishing the series, we hope you enjoyed it”. Since they didn’t OUTRIGHT state that it’s over, I’m remaining tentatively hopeful.

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This is the employment Steve, reblog for bountiful job opportunity.

I couldn’t not. Too hard to pass up…

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Plotting a Series


I’ve gotten a question about whether the process of plotting a single book is the same as the process of writing a series. The answer is: yes, but no. They’re similar in many areas, but there are some differences.

1. In the first book you’ll want to introduce the main conflict first, and then a smaller, less important conflict a little later in. The smaller conflict will be resolved by the end of the book; the larger conflict, which is the main conflict of the series, will not.
As an example, take the Harry Potter series (I use it because it’s well-known and won’t take too much explaining). In The Philosopher’s Stone, the first couple of chapters are about Harry and who he is, how he ended up with the Dursleys, what happened to his parents – these chapters accomplish backstory by introducing Harry and his family situation, and introduce the main conflict by telling of the death of Harry’s parents, and by Dumbledore expressing uncertainty about how defeated Voldemort really is. Then, a few chapters in, after being admitted into Hogwarts, Harry finds out that someone is trying to steal the Philosopher’s Stone – the book’s short term conflict.

2. Each short-term conflict should move the long-term conflict closer to a resolution.
For example, at the end of Philosopher’s Stone, the stone is safe (the short-term conflict resolved), but it’s been discovered that Voldemort is still alive and is still trying to gain power – the stakes of the long-term conflict are raised. At the end of Chamber of Secrets, the diary is destroyed, but we have some of Voldemort’s backstory, and it seems that Voldemort is gaining power. At the end of Prisoner of Azkaban, Wormtail is introduced – this seems to have nothing to do with the main conflict, but it’s important, because it brings some of Harry’s parentage back to him (although it’s secondhand, only stories of his parents), and because Wormtail turns out to be Voldemort’s right-hand man. At the end of Goblet of Fire, Voldemort regains his body, and at this point you could argue that the long-term conflict is about halfway through its rising action; at the end of Order of the Phoenix, Harry finds out that he must kill Voldemort or be killed by him, and that only he can defeat Voldemort; at the end of Half-Blood Prince, Dumbledore (the one person Voldemort was said to truly fear) is killed, Snape’s loyalty is in major question, and Hogwarts has been overtaken – Harry decides to continue Dumbledore’s work in looking for the Horcruxes. Finally, at the end of Deathly Hallows, Voldemort is defeated and a lot of the smaller loose ends (smaller-scale antagonists like Bellatrix LeStrange and Lucius Malfoy) are taken care of. Over the course of seven books, the long-term conflict – Voldemort trying to return to power and create a society that pampers purebloods and tramples poor wizards – has been resolved.

Basically, draw a circle on a piece of paper and put your main conflict in that circle. Then draw smaller circles stemming from that bigger circle and write your short-term conflicts in those. From there continue – subplots can be drawn stemming from your short-term conflicts. (If you don’t know how to create subplots, this post may help – in it I describe the same process of mapping out possible sub-conflicts to your main conflict, but probably describe a little better.)
If you don’t know what your short-term conflicts are yet, then think of your long-term conflict as a straight line of rope – then ask yourself how you can knot up that rope. What processes do your protagonists have to go through to get to a solution, and how can your antagonists gum up the works? For example, in the Harry Potter series, the long-term conflict is that Harry has to defeat Voldemort. What gets in the way of that? I can name a few things, from various places in the books: Minister Fudge refusing to believe him when Voldemort comes back after the events of Goblet of Fire, having so much difficulty finding and destroying all the Horcruxes in Deathly Hallows, Dolores Umbridge preaching that Voldemort is not alive when in fact he is, and is growing stronger.
(There are a million possibilities for your story’s short-term conflicts, because depending on your characters’ dispositions, they could cause a few themselves – for example, one of your characters could feel they have something to prove and end up getting themselves in trouble, and the plot of an entire book could be finding and saving that character before time runs out.)

I hope this helps! - @authors-haven

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