How much did of it did you finish? I think it's an issue with the medium (Substack) not what you made. I do have some questions about the story, though.
Have you considered filming yourself reading it or even reading it over visuals, like a radio drama? And putting it on a platform that's better geared toward visual/audio?
You could also film part of it as a short and start a crowdfunder to get more. Pete, the screenwriting teacher at the writing grove, did that.
Anyway, let's discuss this more ex-comments section!
Your writing embodies blood, sweat, and tears--yours. It's real. It's soulful. It's spirited. Unfortunately, writing (like everything else in a capitalistic economy) is an enterprise competing with others for that same shelf space, that same moment of glory, that fleeting eye of the beholder. PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP, NOLAN! I've known and tutored many aspiring writers who ultimately learned that writers they weren't. Those who didn't relinquish the calling completely would hide in the shadows of blogs, posts, and social media experiments. At least for a time and a season. But you are gifted with something none of them had: the sensitivity of a real writer surging through your veins. You understand, feel, cadence and beat. You know when to write complete sentences and when fragments will tell an even better story. You are a storyteller. And you must never, ever, abandon your craft:
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To be willing to give when there's no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live
And I know if I only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest
Bruce, your words are a gift. Truly. I'm not one to spend much time in the comment section, but I've copied and pasted what you said here in case anything ever happens to Substack. I want to return to this. Thank you so much.
I think relief is a good gut feeling to listen to. If someone doesn't feel relief, maybe it's a sign to keep going. But relief might be a sign to switch gears.
Yeah, I'm going on the traditional route. I'll send it to agents. I'm open to collaborating in the future as well. 12 people voted, nobody subscribed, and I didn't have the energy after that to keep it going alone. I can write alone, but once it comes to the film aspect, I need to stick to the collaborative art form it is to keep motivated.
How much did of it did you finish? I think it's an issue with the medium (Substack) not what you made. I do have some questions about the story, though.
Have you considered filming yourself reading it or even reading it over visuals, like a radio drama? And putting it on a platform that's better geared toward visual/audio?
You could also film part of it as a short and start a crowdfunder to get more. Pete, the screenwriting teacher at the writing grove, did that.
Anyway, let's discuss this more ex-comments section!
I'll email you!
Your writing embodies blood, sweat, and tears--yours. It's real. It's soulful. It's spirited. Unfortunately, writing (like everything else in a capitalistic economy) is an enterprise competing with others for that same shelf space, that same moment of glory, that fleeting eye of the beholder. PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP, NOLAN! I've known and tutored many aspiring writers who ultimately learned that writers they weren't. Those who didn't relinquish the calling completely would hide in the shadows of blogs, posts, and social media experiments. At least for a time and a season. But you are gifted with something none of them had: the sensitivity of a real writer surging through your veins. You understand, feel, cadence and beat. You know when to write complete sentences and when fragments will tell an even better story. You are a storyteller. And you must never, ever, abandon your craft:
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To be willing to give when there's no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live
And I know if I only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
Bruce, your words are a gift. Truly. I'm not one to spend much time in the comment section, but I've copied and pasted what you said here in case anything ever happens to Substack. I want to return to this. Thank you so much.
The game is excruciating.
Especially when you're the type who's not keen on following the rules.
Rules? We don't need no stinking rules...
I'm sorry, Nolan. I know that when I walked away from trying to publish anymore novels, it was a huge relief.
I think relief is a good gut feeling to listen to. If someone doesn't feel relief, maybe it's a sign to keep going. But relief might be a sign to switch gears.
It is a difficult nut to crack, I'll grant that. There is a clash between different (old and new) media, I think.
Yeah, I'm going on the traditional route. I'll send it to agents. I'm open to collaborating in the future as well. 12 people voted, nobody subscribed, and I didn't have the energy after that to keep it going alone. I can write alone, but once it comes to the film aspect, I need to stick to the collaborative art form it is to keep motivated.
I hear you. But keep me posted, online or off.