“The first draft of anything is shit.”
Well said Hemingway, well said. I’ve been writing on and off for five years. I started with fanfiction, and now I’m making the transition to original fiction. Instead of starting with short stories though, I started out with a novel, and no planning. You can guess how well that turned out XD Also, I was a chemistry major in undergrad and went on to get a doctorate in a field of healthcare, so I had pretty much no creative writing experience prior to writing my fanfiction story. I’m not ashamed of the fact that I couldn’t write very well at all five years ago. Why should I be? Who starts out as an amazing writer? No one. Certainly some people have more potential than others, but with any art form or sport, you don’t start out as the best. It takes practice and the determination to improve. Even Cormac McCarthy improved tremendously from the novels he released early in his career. Thus proving the point that no matter how good you are there is always room for improvement.
An Excerpt From My Fanfiction Story 2009
The context of this excerpt is that Zack’s comatose friend, Cloud, went missing and he’s trying to find him. They are fugitives on the run from a company called ShinRa
“The large off-road vehicle made a visible path through the forest so it wasn’t hard for Zack to follow. He had more time to think while he was walking. I wonder who could have taken Cloud, he thought. The only thing they were really running from was Shinra. He considered the possibility of Genesis, but there would have been a trail of black feathers if he was involved. Zack continued on the same line of thought, Genesis doesn’t drive off-road vehicles either. He couldn’t help but snicker at the mental image that thought conjured up. An even more important question, he thought, is why would anyone take Cloud? What did they want with him? He cringed as he was flooded with painful images concerning what could have already happened to Cloud. Still breathless from hours of running, he spoke with the little air he had left in his lungs, “I hope you’re okay Spike.”
An Excerpt From My Fanfiction Story 2014
The following excerpt is the thoughts of a semi-comatose man, Cloud, whose delusions are getting stronger.
Cloaked in the cover of midnight, the demons gave chase, soaring through the air like honed missiles of destruction, their black wings fluttering violently as they flew into the wind. Fugitives from hell, they came to seek vengeance on those that had imprisoned them. In preparation for the onslaught, the angels gifted Cloud with the key to heaven. Gifted? More like cursed. . . No one would think to find a divine artifact on a scrawny little nobody, so they sealed it inside his heart, and cast him out of the heavens, his secret redeemable at the end of time.
As a SOLDIER it wasn’t his job to know the details, just do as he was told. To aid him on his journey, he was given a guardian angel named Zack, a statuesque man possessing the grace of a deity, every step filled with purpose. He had a mess of black hair and eyes that possessed a certain sense of tranquility, like a clear mountain lake in the winter, frozen over but teeming with life fathoms below. Strapped to his back was a comically large sword, so immense Cloud wondered how he could stand upright under the weight of it. Together with his escort, they traveled through desolate forests, parched deserts, and everything in between. It was harder to hit a moving target, so they did their best to keep walking, one foot in front of the other until they were ready to pass out from exhaustion. They had managed to make it to an abandoned house, gutted by fire, charred remnants of the past scattered across the floor. A cracked picture frame caught his eye, much of it burnt beyond recognition. He picked it up, fingers brushing delicately over what remained of the girl’s profile, chestnut brown hair, scarlet eyes, and a warm smile that appeared to be directed at him, as if he was the treasured recipient of such affection. For a second there was a spark of recognition, but it faded as quickly as it appeared. Tossing it to the side, he walked over to the spot where his angel cleared out the debris so he could sleep.