《The Bit of Human Left》Dropped
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Hey guys. Instead of just disappearing without saying anything, I decided to post a chapter both saying that I was dropping and explaining why.
I just can't get into this story anymore. This is one of my oldest stories. Through the last four years of my life, I've been through four or five drafts of it, each progressively better. This draft was so much better than the others that I decided it was worth posting on Royal Road. But now, after a year and a half of writing (or not writing) the story, I've come to the realization that while this story is better than a lot of the stuff I've done in the past, I can definitely do better.
This year I've been taking a creative writing course and I've been forced by my teacher to write a bunch of works in creative writing outside of my typical comfort zone. Some of them were so-so. Other's were exceptional. They outstripped TBoHL by such a wide margin that when I sit down to write TBoHL I just... can't.
A large part of the reason why TBoHL is such low quality is because of a key decision I made when I started writing TBoHL. I structured the narrative in an extremely limited and narrow way. I introduced no other characters that could reasonably be placed in the dungeon with Arris and essentially locked him into a seventy or sixty chapter long farming segment with no real character development. It was literally just supposed to be a massive montage of action arcs. Maybe fun to read, but boring as hell and repetitive to write.
At the time, my idea was to improve my action sequence writing and general use of descriptive language to describe scenes. While these two functions of language won't make a given work particularly deep or meaningful, they will make it be entertaining and exciting to the reader, which will keep roughly half of all people reading. I think that when I started writing I was a lot more fixated on keeping people reading my stuff. I feel like that's less of a priority for me now, and I want to focus on writing more meaningful stories.
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And that's the crux of the problem. TBoHL has no meaning and has no real avenue to change that. It's a cliche, wish fulfillment, zero to op hero LitRPG novel. The MC isn't a very deep character and there's no supporting cast easily introduced. Now don't get me wrong. It's entertaining. If it was kindle unlimited I'd buy it and read the whole thing in half a day. But I wouldn't remember it. And I want to write something memorable, or at least try. I don't feel TBoHL can get there short of a full rewrite, and even then I'll still be dropping this work.
So yeah, that's pretty much it. I'm gonna go work on other stuff for a while. I can probably start posting some of it now but the odds of a specific work I'm working on now eventually being completed are pretty low. I'm gonna get at least 200 pages in a fiction before I come back and start posting. So yeah. See you around, if there's anyone still reading.
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Until You Do It Right
The world ended on December thirty-first of the year two thousand and twenty, precisely at the stroke of midnight. The human race began to be systematically exterminated by the spawn of the System. We were given a chance to defeat them, to take back our place at the top of the food chain. We failed. The first to perish were those who bravely rebelled. The soldiers. The defenders. One by one, they fell. In their final moments, they begged for aid. Nobody replied. The next to succumb were those who feebly cowered. The deniers. The leeches. Together, they fell. In their final moments, they cried out into the darkness. Countless voices replied in kind. The last to decline were those who shamelessly ran. The deserters. The cowardly. Alone, they fell. In their final moments, they whimpered quietly. There was nobody left to answer. The final human to die was a survivor. A runner. As he died, he begged for salvation. His prayers were answered. He was offered a chance to save himself, along with all of humanity, and he took it. This is his story. “I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.”― Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise. I am absolutely new to writing and will take any and all constructive criticism. Please give feedback, it is greatly appreciated. I will update the tags as they change, and I hope that you enjoy this little story I'm writing! Quick warning: Seamus is intentionally a flawed character, and this story is going to explore those flaws and perhaps even change a few of them. I do not agree with all of his actions, but it is what it is.
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