People aren't the paranoid ones

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

So I'm writing a usual short story. One of my characters owns a gun. So I had to research a particular known model, including the shoulder holster. Here comes the paranoia creeping into my net. The internet pauses. I quickly scan task manager and see a com port opened and a rundll32. I close them off as you usually should; they're no logical reason for them to be opened. The ISP drops me. I try reconnecting with no success. So I engage another ISP; success. I continued the research but added, "FOR A STORY."

That's massive paranoia, folks. So it's not people but others projecting their paranoia onto persons of interest, including writers and authors. That's disturbing.

 

[SchizoAutism]

Being such a good writer, you have to research the things you want to write about in a short story.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Being such a good writer, you have to research the things you want to write about in a short story.

Absolutely. If a character visits Paris, France, for example, and I've never been to that shithole before, ugh. If I didn't research it, the scenery would be contradicting.

"As I walked the street of Paris, France, I noticed a strange woman standing in front of Circle K scratching her crotch."

Are there Circle Ks in Paris? No fucking idea. So wouldn't it make sense to research that? I'm not flying to Paris to see whether there's a Circle K. The internet has a purpose. But unprofessional paranoid people get confused when writers seek intel.

 

[SchizoAutism]

Absolutely. If a character visits Paris, France, for example, and I've never been to that shithole before, ugh. If I didn't research it, the scenery would be contradicting.

"As I walked the street of Paris, France, I noticed a strange woman standing in front of Circle K scratching her crotch."

Are there Circle Ks in Paris? No fucking idea. So wouldn't it make sense to research that? I'm not flying to Paris to see whether there's a Circle K. The internet has a purpose. But unprofessional paranoid people get confused when writers seek intel.

Yes but the better writers tell stories of what they know. Everyone reading your work will easily know you're frauding. There's no reason to waste your time, because you will never earn money with this attitude, you will never gain status, and you will by result never slay. It's over if your IQ is too low to know this. OvER.

 

[Deleted member 18244]

Yes but the better writers tell stories of what they know. Everyone reading your work will easily know you're frauding. There's no reason to waste your time, because you will never earn money with this attitude, you will never gain status, and you will by result never slay. It's over if your IQ is too low to know this. OvER.

Over

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Yes but the better writers tell stories of what they know. Everyone reading your work will easily know you're frauding. There's no reason to waste your time, because you will never earn money with this attitude, you will never gain status, and you will by result never slay. It's over if your IQ is too low to know this. OvER.

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Yes but the better writers tell stories of what they know. Everyone reading your work will easily know you're frauding. There's no reason to waste your time, because you will never earn money with this attitude, you will never gain status, and you will by result never slay. It's over if your IQ is too low to know this. OvER.

I grew up in an Eskimo community in the Amazon jungle. But it's been ages since my departure in 2046. I remember how we'd smoothed the interior ice as Papa would drag our supper inside. Usually, it would be a kangaroo. Although sometimes, koala bear. Mmm. That latter is quite tasty with peach soup and hot fresh bug rolls.

That's what you want to read so you can correct the errors and feel superior. EVERYONE IS GUILTY, the way you see it. So you must find guilt, error, somehow. It's the only way to continue feeling special. And I'm guilty! I abandoned my boy while working in the oil fields years ago. He was autistic and wouldn't keep still. I couldn't handle him! So I placed him on a train and said, "See ya, nigga!" And off he went as I watched him run down the aisle peeing on the passengers. Ugh. I was pretty proud of that boy. But I needed my space.

 

[SchizoAutism]

I grew up in an Eskimo community in the Amazon jungle. But it's been ages since my departure in 2046. I remember how we'd smoothed the interior ice as Papa would drag our supper inside. Usually, it would be a kangaroo. Although sometimes, koala bear. Mmm. That latter is quite tasty with peach soup and hot fresh bug rolls.

That's what you want to read so you can correct the errors and feel superior. EVERYONE IS GUILTY, the way you see it. So you must find guilt, error, somehow. It's the only way to continue feeling special. And I'm guilty! I abandoned my boy while working in the oil fields years ago. He was autistic and wouldn't keep still. I couldn't handle him! So I placed him on a train and said, "See ya, nigga!" And off he went as I watched him run down the aisle peeing on the passengers. Ugh. I was pretty proud of that boy. But I needed my space.

You're right, I just read my last post and it's fucking retarded