Sterling

Looking for long term writing partner

Hello All.

I am Sterling, I've been writing for over 10 years now. There is nothing more fantastic in the RP world when you find a partner who can dive in, produce lots of quality and is as enthusiastic as you are. And then of course, you get along with this person fairly well in real life (just chatting) and their style of writing matches yours. Or at least I think so.

So this is the interest check of Sterling searching for a partner who loves to write, when s/he does write produces a fair amount with quality (I know I'm supposed to say length doesn't matter here, but...It sort of does. Quality OVER quantity for sure, but... I think it's fair to want both.)

Lets talk story. I like 'real' and 'gritty' and 'dark' as well as fun and light. But none of that straightforward business. :) I can do violence, gore, and sex. Love, romance, hatred, envy...These things combined with an interesting and compelling plot make good stories.

I can write male or female and I don't have a preference on pairings as long as the characters are true, real characters...you know?

I did put advance but I want to talk about that for a moment. Some of the best writers I know can't spell to save their lives. If the STORY is good, if what you're TRYING to articulate is awesome! I'm happy to change some words for you and edit. No biggie. I suppose that means the engine of the car must be good, even if the body is dinged up.

The Advance portion is more for quantity and quality to me than grammar and spelling. Of course I expect you to make a go of it and TRY to get the words on paper...No texting please.

One more thing... I LOVE to use Google docs. I can do PM or the threads but honestly I feel more comfortable on google docs.

I won't post plots because that's half the fun. Creating a plot WITH you partner, not just spoon feeding a story to someone else. I want collaboration.

Alright. Great. PM me !

P.S.

I am an intense person, if motivated I can produce LOTS at once and quality at that. If you are easily intimidated or overwhelmed... I'll probably just upset you. I also like to check in with my partners, write at the same time whenever possible (thus the google docs) and if you can't make it/write that day... That's okay, but LET ME KNOW.

I do like a partner who can log on and write with me at least once/twice a week and preferably more. There will be times where one of us isn't available (vacation etc.) but that should be mentioned before you just leave.

Power Over - A coerced Crime RP

Yeah I'm interested as well.

Whisper's 1x1 Search

@HushedWhispers This looks pretty interesting. I'm more focused on partners than the story, meaning the story will be great if the partner is great, but if the plot is fantastic and the other writer isn't then...Who cares?

I say this meaning I glanced over your pairings and found several of them appealing but am currently more so focused on the potential of a partnership.

The Last March of the Living

I think I am interested as well.

Far Colony [Sci-Fi]

@HeySeuss Are you still accepting?

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“Eaten?” Ásdís repeated uncertainly. She hadn’t much thought of her own death, it was foretold and it would happen when it would. So she hadn’t considered much either what would happen to her remains. Now that she thought of it Ásdís was surprised that Hrífa wanted such a thing. Shouldn’t he prefer his body to be burned?

But at least he didn’t want to be consumed by people. The red head couldn’t trade seats at this point and it would be a fair awkward ride to their shared destiny if Hrífa wanted to be eaten by other people.

Deciding silence was the best course she ducked her head and concentrated instead on rowing.

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Ásdís had heard the song once or twice before but never in detail or length and never for the purpose of learning it herself. While the red head had a good memory and enjoyed singing as much as the next lass, the story itself was gruesome (albeit fair) and had Ásdís cringing from time to time as she fumbled over the words. If she were beheaded for being disloyal to her lord and yet loyal to her King Ásdís would at least hope her head wouldn’t be set next to that of the person she had killed.

And what a funny thought that was… How could someone at once be loyal and disloyal? Didn’t that argue the definition of loyalty? And had the man been Loyal to himself? Loyal to his morals and codes? Did that even matter?

Ásdís shook her head trying to clear it of such unusual and deep thoughts. What did it matter?! She was not in that position and likeliness was she’d never be, so why ponder uselessly after something that would never come to be?

Disturbed by her bleak wonderings she was actually glad the rat eater had spoken, sharply looking over at him. Her hopes died quickly. But perhaps she could draw him into conversation…?

“Oh good. It’s not that I’m so vain or afraid of pain, so much as I am concerned the blisters would lessen my competency.” Flushing at this she hurried to clarify. “Not that I won’t work through the pain. I’ll be an excellent rowing partner don’t you worry…”

Ásdís sighed as the boat rocked with a wave. Not out of the harbor and she was already behaving foolishly. Turning her green eyes to her companion she smiled forlornly. “Do you think if you were beheaded as the man in the song was, would you like your head to be placed beside that of your previous ruler who you beheaded yourself?”

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Ásdís turned obligingly to the left as she peered across the shore. Her own parents had not attended having said goodbye to their smallest daughter the night before. The redhead took this as a sign in their belief that she would succeed and turned away with a security in herself. A child would always believe she could be fruitful if only her parents told her so. For they knew much more than herself and how could they be wrong? Their assurance in her great deeds to come more premonition than hopeful wishing.

Turning back to her companion the rush of confidence she felt was faltering already and they hadn’t even left the beach line.

“Do you think the splinters will be particularly bad?” She asked trying for light and teasing and falling short. More concerned and uncertain. The bright smile on her young face was at odds with the furrowing of her brow and the sidelong glances to their noble leader. His speed had indeed been short.

It was always daunting when your day dreams were not being met. Of course Ásdís had always thought of the riveting speeches she’d give and receive. Sighing she tugged on the oar at the command to get the ship moving. Even with the witch at her side the motion was unfamiliar and tentative under her hands. Too much pressure and she was yanking the wood awkwardly against her companion, not enough and the oar was not really moving in time with it’s companions.

Soon Ásdís was consumed with the task and doing her best to perfect her technique while shooting furtive glances at Hralding in order to ensure he didn’t know how terrible an oarsman she was.

For Now. Ásdís assured herself shoving the plank away from herself and bumping elbows with Rat Eater. She’d improve, surely!

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Sea-Arrow. Ásdís loved it! Shift and deadly, cutting through the water, not sailing but flying. And an arrow had a bit of grace to it, not as a sword or axe with their brute force but instead a thing of precision and delicate skill. One time when her father had been too far into his drinks the red head had overheard her mother confiding in another wife that she rather fancied she was better with a bow and arrow than Adlif was.

“I exactly plan out each meal, each stich, each day. Whereas he plans out only as far as the next thing that needs tending to in front of him. How can you be a good shot when you cannot see long distances?”

The other wife had chortled and agreed, regaling Ásdís’ mother with a story of her own husbands foolery, but she had never forgotten the gleam of pride in her mother’s eye at finally admitting her superiority over her husband in this field.

Sighing wistfully at the memory Ásdís settled in her own spot beside the Rat Eater. She was a bit worried that he was so…Unclean but he looked more able to pull an oar than the few seats left besides small runty boys, and less likely to try to distract her with conversation as the more seasoned men with space besides them.

Glancing over to the Rat eater in question Ásdís studied his new addition with some approval. The painting was very fine. “A lovely shield…” She complimented before reaching to take the oar, testing her grip. The wood was solid but rough. Her hands were used to gardening and farm work, it wasn’t as if Ásdís was a milk softened maiden… Still she knew her hands would not hold up well. Would it be shameful to make gloves and wear them?

Shouldn’t she push through the pain? Be glad of the new blisters? Wear them as badges of her effort and merit?

Looking for writing partners. I know, an original title

A bit about me.

25 yr old female, been writing for a good while now, over 10 years. Currently I'm looking for partners who can keep up with me. Pretty regular posting (Such as every other day or more) and advance notice if you're going to be absent.

I'm looking for advance quality writing with limited spelling and grammar errors. We're all human but that doesn't mean we can use spell check. I mean that in a friendly, only slightly condescending way.

I'd like to write in PMs for the most part, easier to keep up with for me. I am fine with mature content but am not comfortable writing rape scenes. I don't mind if the relationships our chars develop become romantic, but that is not the POINT of the plot. I wouldn't force it, if it's natural to the chars then fine, if not...It's not.

I like realistic characters with flaws and annoying/bad habits and real looks. Not the perfect model who happens to be a dick head. Now that's not to say they can't be attractive in their own right, but none of this perfection on a stick please.

Here is the important part about me. I'm a FANTASTIC partner when I'm inspired and like the writing and can even get a little obsessive about the role play...I like to talk about the chars and develop a plot together and in general chat... But I am not a strong leader. I can have ideas and I contribute very well but the few times I've attempted to LEAD an RP I've failed in keeping the plot going and so on. I need a strong partner to help continue the momentum.

I mostly write females, I can try to write a male but typically mine turn out like a chick in a dudes body. And there is nothing wrong with that but ...:D it's not often the GOAL.

I'm interested in Historical settings or low fantasy. I can even get on board with sci fi given the right inspiration.

So message me! Let's get this show on the freaking road!