Dick relates to Surface Pressure too much. Meanwhile Jason has “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” stuck in his head for some weird reason, and Tim is kinning Isabella.
To all you authors out there, here’s a little advice that will help you so much.
Do not write for other people. Yes, this sounds like classic writing advice, but I’m going to go deeper into it. Because I realized today what that actually means.
When you write for other people, you find yourself constantly being anxious over how they’ll perceive it. As you’re writing you’ll be looking at it like “there’s no way anyone will ever like this.” You’ll point out every flaw and that just makes writing a burden. You’ll get writer’s block or quit writing altogether, because it’s just not fun anymore.
So instead of doing that, just…turn off that part of your brain that points out the mistakes and tells you people won’t like it. Save that for later. It might be hard to do this, but you’ve got to understand that you’re telling this story for yourself, and that at this point it doesn’t matter if it sucks or not. That’s for your other drafts.
Enjoy the writing. Smile when you make some cheesy joke, even if you know you’ll have to delete it later. Write out the parts that you likeabout the story, whether or not they matter to the plot.
Writing for other people has its place, but that’s for after you’ve written for yourself.
“…but you’re Peggy’s niece, and that’s a little weird. Also, we were just at her funeral, so maybe let’s talk in a year.”
“Hey, here are some FDR pens you might like. Also, wasn’t Bucky brainwashed by Hydra? I have this memory-correcting software called BARF, maybe we could give that a whirl.”
“You were going to NUKE New York City, and you’re upset because we knocked over a few buildings?”
“Ultron as going to kill everyone, and you’re upset because we knocked over a few buildings?”
“Wasn’t keeping track of the Hulk your job, General Ross?”
“Wait, what’s this about no lawyers and a fucking ‘raft prison?’ I’m not signing this bullshit.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Wait, where was your dad even going with all that supersoldier serum?”
“What’s in the backpack?”
“So you got your shield back, and Falcon got his wings, but where’s my backpack?”
“Was that a glossy headshot of me in your journal, or are you just happy to see me?”
