Bad writing means you took the time to write something, you, a real human being. It means you created something! And you have the awareness to see that there's room for improvement, too!!!
Bad writing is wonderful!!! Bad writing is a platform from which you can build your masterpiece! Bad writing is the backbone of good writing!
Give yourself permission to write badly. No, actually- give yourself permission to write something TERRIBLE. Give yourself permission to write such drivel that you can barely read it.
Nothing comes out a masterpiece the first time!! You think Isaac Asimov never wrote a total stinker he had to rebuild from the ground up? You think Jules Verne never wrote utter slop for a first draft?
WRITE SOMETHING AWFUL!!! Write something so bad you cringe about it years later!!! And then when that's done, write some more!!!!!
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Here is the character backstory I done for my Dungeons and Dragons Character “SalĂs Riveria” she is my OC that I have made for a script for my college assignment, and I made her into a DnD character to think about what she would do in situations outside of ones I have created for her (her story here is made to fit the DnD world and story, but her personality and morals are the same)
Salis Riveria is a triton who was hatched in the city of glass (located in the elemental plane of water) living there until she was around eight years old.
At a young age her father passed away while working for the crimson shell. He was a loyal and brave paladin who died in active duty fighting to fulfil his oath to protect the home of his beloved wife and child.
Salis’ mother, stricken with grief and no longer feeling safe without the presence of her husband, set to travel to meet her brother who worked as an undersea sage in the Pirate Isle in the material plane. (located in the sea of fallen stars, Baldur's Gate).
Getting to the material plane was smooth sailing, the city of glass has teleportation portals that connect to the other plans to ensure safe travel.
Settling into the new home was easy in theory, with Salis’ uncle (mothers' brother) being a well trusted member of society, work and education opportunities were easy to come by, but the unspoken weight and coldness of grief lingered.
Salis, while struggling to juggle her own grief and her mother, was also struggling to come to terms with the body she was growing into. The heavy expectation of growing up to be like her father only added more to that weight. As much as she loved her father, becoming like him was not something she imagined for herself.
Salis thought her body was wrong, a joke made by a cruel god as none of the other children around her understood her feelings, she felt alone and strange.
Salis looked up to her uncle, a hardworking and intelligent Triton by the name of Zolos Glassth, who held no prejudice or resentment towards Salis when she opened about her feelings of herself, and feeling like she was born into the wrong body. To him, she was just his niece, no questions asked, and he knew his sister very well, and never said a word to her.
Salis mother found work as a trader selling traditional home remedies, going between her home and their old home to trade to different crowds.
Because of this, salis and her mother spent little time with each other, often staying with her uncle when she was too young to help her mother's business. The time spent with her uncle catapulted her love for books and everything magical, with no known sorcerer blood in her family, the only hope she had of gaining magic was to start learning as soon as possible.
By the age of fifteen Salis became distant from her mother and grew much closer to her uncle Zolos. She would often spend time in the Grand Library that Zolos managed, that housed history, arcane knowledge, and her favourite, tales of dragons that roamed the land above, a land she had never visited before.
She read every new book on magic, dragons and adventure that she could get her hands on, her uncle would always look so proud.
When she turned sixteen, she started working part-time in Zolos library. While helping her mother make herbal medicines for her travelling cart.
By seventeen she had started travelling with her mother, but their bond never strengthened.
At eighteen Salis started presenting feminine. Growing her hair, still dressing the same and slowly switching to wearing blouses, wearing more jewellery, and the slightest bit of makeup.
At nineteen she worked less at the library and more with her mother, allowing her to explore her old home a little bit more. Wandering into monasteries and book houses searching for archives and little hidden gems others wouldn't even glance at.
At twenty-one, Salis was wandering her old home, waving hello at traders who recognised her and old friends of her mother that gave her sad smiles and nods. She wandered down a street she had not been before and stumbled upon a quaint little reading room - “City of Glass, Home of Stories”.
When she opened the door, the bell dinging softly, she set eyes upon a beautiful sea elf by the name of Caspien Rumren, sitting lazily behind the front desk. Long white hair fell softly over his shoulders, accompanies by bright blue eyes that complimented his peppermint blue skin.
They talked for a while, engaging in conversations about their love for literature and the arcane. He was a sorcerer, helping the town and traders pass through planes safely when they didn't have enough people, but he mostly took care of the bookstore for most of his time.
Every time she visited the city, she always found her legs taking her to the little bookhouse, time passed and conversations grew deeper, more meaningful, and they opened to each other more.
Caspien saw her as she had always wanted to be seen, she opened up about her struggles at home, her struggles with her identity, and with his arcane abilities and connections, he knew he could help her change into who she was on the inside, it would take time, but she was thankful.
Salis stopped working at Zolos library part time and helped her mother travel on while her way to work at her new job, working with Caspien in the Book house. Her and her mother never grew closer, only talking when needing to, her mother hardly noticed the changes going on, but her uncle did, and again, never said a word to her mother and supported her through it.
At age twenty-three Salis knew what she wanted and who she was, fully comfortable within herself. She wanted to leave the pirate isle and go back to her home city, to move in with Caspien. She knew she had everything she needed in her homeland, with Caspien, whom she fell deeply in love with, he in love with her too. She had a job lined up, taking care of the book house, allowing Caspien more time to help the citizens and traders of the city travel safely, which was a heftier pay rise too.
She said this all to Zolos, who was happy but wary, and in private Salis introduced Caspien to Zolos who then happily gave him his blessing to take his niece to her new home.
On Salis' twenty fourth birthday, with the company of her uncle, she told her mother everything that she had kept from her. She told her that she had a loving boyfriend in the sea of glass and that she was planning to move there in the coming week.
If the shock of her having a boyfriend while being a 'boy' wasn't enough to almost give her a heart attack, Salis telling her she wasn't a boy, might just have finished the job.
Arguments ensued, her mother felt betrayed by her daughter and her brother, having not known all these years. Salis' mother finally took a good look at her once son for the first time in a long time. Salis’ once strong face was now softer. Rather than being messy and unkept, her hair shoulder length hair was now curling and waving, adorned with coral clips and beads. Her eyes were still her father's eyes, and her nose still her mothers, but she still looked like a stranger.
Salis mother refused to give her daughter her blessing to move and be with her lover and refused to accept her as the daughter she always had but never seen.
Salis was rightfully distraught and left early, taking her belongings to go to Caspien. her uncle protested, it wasn't safe to go alone, and the magic had recently been unstable, she did not listen.
She left to the nearest temple and took a portal to the elemental plane to be with Caspien, wanting the comfort of her boyfriend after the rejection of her mother.
When she was let through the portal something happened, the magic of the gate was interrupted, somehow, and Salis was not where she was meant to be.
Instead of standing on the flat stone, in the guild near Caspian's home, she was floating in an endless sea of black and dark blue.
Her eyes settled onto the unfamiliar land around her, coral like none other she had seen, city ruins, ship wreckages and water darker and heavier than she had ever felt. Her skin was tight as she struggled to move. She did not feel alone.
A sudden rumbling around her left her dizzy, the vibration of a hundred storms shook her bones and left her breathless, then the water grew darker.
A shadowed creature, bigger than every ship she had ever seen combined, with draconic scales and lightning eyes, stalked ever so closer to her. The energy that radiated this creature was unlike anything she ever seen or read. Terror was all she felt, her anger and sadness had washed away, replaced by pure fear.
The creatures' eyes were fixed on Salis and within moments a powerful jet of water was pulsing straight at her.
There was a flash of light in the darkness, Salis’ fear was replaced by the overwhelming feeling of power, like a raging thunder crackling from her heart and hands, followed by pain, and darkness once again.
She does not remember anything else.
She woke up in the city of glass, her eyes staring at the ceiling of the inside of a temple.
Caspien was clutching one of her hands between both of his, muttering prayers and staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed and worried.
When Caspian noticed her awake, he was filled with joy and relief, notifying the nearby healers and clerics that his girlfriend was responsive.
Caspien filled her in with what happened. He was notified that there was a disruption with the teleporter, and as he was on duty he led the search. After hours of searching, they found her on the outskirts of the city of glass, unconscious, a desperate cleric trying to keep her alive, shouting for help.
She was transported to the temple and tended to, with Caspien clutching her hand the full time.
Her arm was sadly lost, too damaged to be saved, and her body was thrumming with magic that Caspien had never seen in her before.
Time passed, Salis was able to get a nice prosthetic for her missing arm, and she was able to get used to her magic she gained while facing the terrifying leviathan.
Salis and Caspien got married, Zolos walked her down the aisle, and their bookstore flourished.
One day, Salis got a letter delivered to her house, a guild was looking to recruit casters, ones with “always on” abilities, that could cast magic in times where resting wasn’t always an option.
They wanted ones with magical abilities from all over the nation, and with her father being a well-known and respected Palladin when he was alive, it intrigued the recruiters.
With a conversation with her husband, he was wary but said that she could do what she wished, as long as they kept in touch. With that, she accepted.
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​I see a lot of writers deleting scenes they don't like, and it hurts my soul!
​One of the best habits I’ve picked up is keeping a dedicated folder for everything that didn't make the cut. Bad scenes, boring chapters, even entire abandoned novels, I don't delete any of it.
​When I'm stuck on a current project or feeling uninspired, I raid that folder.
🍖 How to Build a Culture Without Just Inventing Spices and Necklaces
(a worldbuilding roast. with love.)
So. You’re building a fantasy world, and you’ve just invented:
→ Three types of ceremonial jewelry
→ A spice that tastes like cinnamon if it were bitter and cursed
→ A holiday where everyone wears gold and screams at dawn
Cute. But that’s not culture. That’s aesthetics.
And if your worldbuilding is all outfits, dances, and spice blends with vaguely mystical names, your story’s probably going to feel like a cosplay convention held inside a Pinterest board.
Here’s how to fix that—aka: how to build a real, functioning culture that shapes your story, not just its vibes.
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đź”— Culture Is Built on Power, Not Just Style
Ask yourself:
→ Who’s in charge, and why?
→ Who has land? Who doesn’t?
→ What’s considered taboo, sacred, or punishable by death?
Culture is shaped by who gets to make the rules and who gets crushed by them. That’s where things like religion, family structure, class divisions, gender roles, and social expectations actually come from.
Start there. Not at the embroidery.
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2.🪓 Culture Comes From Conflict
Did this society evolve peacefully? Was it colonized? Did it colonize? Was it rebuilt after a war? Is it still in one?
→ What was destroyed and mythologized?
→ What do the survivors still whisper about?
→ What do children get taught in school that’s… suspiciously sanitized?
No culture is neutral. Every tradition has a history, and that history should taste like blood, loss, or propaganda.
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3.đź§ Belief Systems > Customs Lists
Sure, rituals and holidays are cool. But what do people believe about:
→ Death?
→ Love?
→ Time?
→ The natural world?
→ Justice?
Example: A society that believes time is cyclical vs. one that sees time as linear will approach everything—from prison sentences to grief—completely differently.
You don’t need to invent 80 gods. You need to know what those gods mean to the people who pray to them.
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4.đź«€ Culture Controls Behavior (Quietly)
Culture shows up in:
→ What people apologize for
→ What insults cut deepest
→ What people are embarrassed about
→ What’s praised publicly vs. what’s hidden privately
For instance:
→ A culture obsessed with stoicism won’t say “I love you.” They’ll say “Have you eaten?”
→ A culture built on legacy might prioritize ancestor veneration, archival writing, name inheritance.
This stuff? Way more immersive than giving everyone matching earrings.
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5. 🏠Culture = Daily Life, Not Just Festivals
Sure, your MC might attend a funeral where people paint their faces blue. But what about:
→ Breakfast routines?
→ How people greet each other on the street?
→ Who cooks, and who eats first?
→ What’s considered “clean” or “proper”?
→ How is parenting handled? Divorce?
Culture is what happens between plot points. It should shape your character’s assumptions, language, fears, and habits—whether or not a festival is going on.
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6. đź’¬ Let Your Characters Disagree With Their Own Culture
A culture isn’t a monolith.
Even in deeply traditional societies, people:
→ Rebel
→ Question
→ Break rules
→ Misinterpret laws
→ Mock sacred things
→ Act hypocritically
→ Weaponize or resist what’s expected
Let your characters wrestle with the culture around them. That’s where realism (and tension) lives.
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7.🧼 Beware the “Pretty = Good” Trap
Worldbuilding gets boring fast when:
→ The protagonist’s homeland is beautiful and pure
→ The enemy’s culture is dark and “barbaric”
→ Every detail just reinforces who the reader should like
You can—and should—challenge the aesthetic hierarchy.
→ Let ugly things be beloved.
→ Let beautiful things be corrupt.
→ Let your MC romanticize their culture and then get disillusioned by it later.
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📍 TL;DR (but like, spicy):
→ Culture is not food and jewelry.
→ Culture is power, fear, memory, contradiction.
→ Stop inventing spices until you know who starved last winter.
→ Let your world feel lived in, not curated.
The best cultural worldbuilding doesn’t look like a list.
It feels like a system. A pressure. A presence your characters can’t escape—even if they try.
Now go. Build something real. (You can add spices later.)
—rin t.
// writing advice for worldbuilders with rage and range
// thewriteadviceforwriters
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Hi Byler fans, I have written something for you all. 💙💛
I am a neutral watcher of Stranger Things BUT I did feel like the connection between Mike and Will was very special, and season 5 (although was a BLAST) seemed to forget about these two. I understand the sadness for what “could have been.”
So! As a bittersweet I-see-you viewer of this show, I rewrote the one-on-one scène between Mike and Will in S5.
I want to say, I respect the original scène and think the writers are great at their jon, BUT this is a reminder that you can write your own story and believe whatever you want to believe.