《Notebook of possibilities》Sometimes we have control... Not often.
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I retract my statement. Cause it's either that there are more types of authors than omniscient, omnipotent beings.
How do I know? I started a different book up. But like any time I try to make a story with a plot, the damn thing never does what I want. Its like i made a server and coded up a game in an instant and it immediately says, "world's done, you can't be player. Stop trying." It's a strange thing that I'm not sure can be understood without having experienced it.
Like one story I made a while ago I wanted the characters to do a specific thing. They never got around to it and it eventually was a shelved idea because I'm one of those Frankenstein doctors, you make a wonderful creation that you think is beautiful and wonderful, and then it betrays you, ignores you, or stabs you in the back. Another story I made i got to a moment where a choice was to be made, and I wanted the dark choice, it was supposed to be a pivotal moment, lots of character development, a bunch of self introspection, problems would arise, challenges would need be overcome! And then the fucking character decided... NO. I tried so hard to write the scene but it felt so wrong, so out of place, so vehemently not them despite how any other person may react to the moment... That I had little choice but to go along with a fictional characters pre-existing traits and whims.
We maucreate the world. We may even suddenly add a new feature, or a sofa, or something ridiculous like a seven wings oroborous so with only left wings so it flies by biting it's tail and frisby-ing across the world like a ufo from heaven.
But make the choice to have the naive goody two shoes stab an enemy to stop him from coming back for revenge? Yeah apparently THATS the impossible thing. Writing stuff doesn't always make sense. And at best you may be like me, a mildly telepathic ghost peering into another world. Somehow you can move shit with your ghosty powers, but you can try all you want and scream your lungs out, but those characters are never gonna hear you, never going to do what you want, and especially never in the time you want it to be. Its like herding cats. It's just not gonna happen.
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Being an author is like rolling a d100 at times, for those who play DND. For those who don't... Imagine a random number generator for 1-100. Don't look at me like that. Not everyone is a glorious nerd and understands a d20 or a d100. I'm not entirely sure how they found this. I'd say this is a pretty nerdy form of literature. But that's just me.
For me, I like to think that there are many sources of things like "writer's block" and sometimes it's that you lose interest, sometimes it's being unsure of where to go next, and sometimes the characters just seem to lose all want to do the heroic and epic actions they did. And as an author, one should likely take this into account. Too much action? Let them take a break. A week of being lulled and charmed into staying at an in that's haunted by deadly creatures. And you just make sure they keep being near misses until, "oh man, what a great rest that was. I feel like I was supposed to be doing some- WE GOTTA FIGHT THE DEMON LORD!?" *Draw sword, shatter illusion, find out the proprietess is a demon, slay demon, rush across the map* you get a little bit of variety, humor, and tension. And it hopefully gives you a bit of a break from the arc you were writing.
Taking a break doesn't need to mean stop writing, if that's what you don't want, it could just mean the arc needs to pause and take a step back, recenter things. But it's up to the author. But hopefully you never lose the enjoyment you get from being a god... Or being a ghost. :3
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