ntldr asked: 13, 17, and 25!
13) Your strengths as an author. Hmm. I think one of my strengths (and also weaknesses - interview questions ahoy!) is my ability to write realistic dialogue… I think? But that also means that my drafts are filled with lots of ellipses… as people think… because I am hearing them talk in my head… And the characters insert a lot of “well”s and “um”s and other delay words that everyone uses when they’re talking, but that you never hear. So I end up having to edit (most of) all that crap out of my drafts. :)
17) If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be? Do you want to write smut? Do it. Do you want to write serious, plotty fiction that requires spreadsheets and charts to keep track of? Have at it. Do you want to write incredibly self-indulgent fluff? By all means, do so. Because you’re writing it for you. If other people like it, great!! But if you want to get all those stories out of your head and into a more tangible form, you have to write them. It’s possible that no one will like them, or even read them. But no one will EVER read them or like them if you never write them.
25) Copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of. Oh gosh, I have a hard time with these. Do I want to share the fun puns/double entendres I sometimes add to things, or something extra pithy, or interesting descriptions, or fluff, or something funny? …. Hmm, ok, have something funny. :) This is from The Colour of Your Optics, slightly edited
Frowning, Sunstreaker grabbed his comm pad. He saw about half a dozen missed messages from Sideswipe. “I told him I was spending the night,” he grumbled. Then he saw that they were all from the past groon or so.
Morning, Sunshine! Give me a ping back when you’re up.
Hey Sunny, page me when you get this.
Holy Primus, are you two still fragging? There’s no way. Give me a ring when you get up.
Helloooo? Are you there? Did you forget to charge your pad?
Come on, Sunny. Pull yourself away from your cute little Praxian for a klik and answer me.
I tried comming you, but you’ve got yourself set as Do Not Disturb. Starting to get worried. Give me a call!
That’s it. I’m messaging Bluestreak. If it turns out he’s a serial killer and you’re stuffed in a garbage chute, I’m going to be really mad.
Sunstreaker looked up at Bluestreak, an indignant expression on his face. “He said he was going to message you because I wasn’t picking up,” he said.
Bluestreak waved his pad. “Yup, that’s how I know he tried messaging you first.” He read from his comm pad. “He said, ‘If you’re done blowing my brother’s breakers, can you please have him comm me right away?’”