Tenyo

Camp Nano is like Nanowrimo but in June and/or August. For those who don't know, Nanowrimo is when you write a 50k novel in a month, along with other writers ...

I've never read Case Closed, but it sounds like a crime mystery so I'll do my best here. Mysteries are probably one of the hardest genres to write because even ...

Plan. Meticulously . Figure out every last detail of every corner of every room of every corridor of every house of every st reet of every village of every district ...

I agree with Kyllorac, most cases of 'the' just blend into the background. However if you really want to tighten up your writing then I guess there are places you ...

Briar: Punch someone until they admit that it's all a cruel joke. When they don't admit, punch them until they pretend that it's all a cruel joke. Repeat as many ...

Do I still count as a Young Writer? =p Feel free to pm me, I like questions. They give me an excuse to ramble.

I love the idea of a blind main character. Everybody roots for the underdog. When you have a character who has a huge weakness it makes them deeper as a ...

Oh wow... XD I think the difficult thing about this is that age and maturity are not directly correlated. A person who lives for one thousand years would probably still ...

I don't know if you mean changing the perspective of first or third person, or using first or third person from different characters, so I'll generalise. There are people who ...

We get writers block for all different reasons, so first thing you've got to do is figure out why you have it. # The Perfection Complex. " This is going ...

Poem #12 I remember the shadows beneath the city lights, and the clutter of urban decay. Babies fed with broken bottles, learning to crawl around their shards, burned by the ...

Poem #11 The computer hums, The keyboard clacks, The poet sighs. The words converge, The typist swears, The moment dies. The image fades, The senses dull, The heart lies. The ...

Poem #10 Sing me a song of fields of gold Of snow in summer And flowers in winter, Of rainbows breaching through the snow And cast from frost in the ...

Poem #9 Her hair is the silk Of the spiders webs. Her eyes are the speckles Of dust in the sunlight. Her hands are the touch Of the window glass, ...

Poem #8 Attic flowers bloom in the stray strands of sun, leaking colour into the dust and dropping petals of caramel, cornflower and apricot across the greyscale room. They drift ...