Problems with Fiction Writing for people with ASDs

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I remember reading that story several years ago, maybe even nearly a decade ago.

Reminds me a bit of the book by Paul Auster, ""Timbuktu" -- the story of a dying homeless man, as told by his dog.

I like your insights about writing from the fringes. It makes a lot of sense to me.

I find I elaborate too much and that I am continually boring my audience.

I can't write novels so I stick with short stories.

For example, instead of writing something like the coldness wrapped itself around her as she shed a tear. She quivered and thought longingly of being with her best friend. The friend who shared her thoughts. The friend who was now gone, like a speckle of dust, I would just write something like she stood in the freezing cold, and almost cried. She was shivering, and thought about her best friend who she had lost.

I keep getting my AD/HD moments when I am being creative and then I end up never following through with my projects.

i have this sort of problem. i have mad bursts of great ideas and then have a hard time following through if i don't do it immediately.

also i never remember much of anything i've written, which comes in handy when it comes time to edit (because i can read things as a somewhat objective audience) but makes it difficult to construct anything of any length.

i also have problems with structure. i always want to write little detailed scenes and don't know how to tie them together to make an overall story. .. .. .. ..

.. and i have difficulty with characters who are emotive, generally. but i love to write, and i'm good at it, and i persist.

"Finally..." Karin mumbled as she stepped out of the elevator and into Milliardo's penthouse, pistol at the ready. The penthouse was spacious, with its marble floors and walls. Various sculptures and other pieces of art were displayed all around the entryway. At the other end was a staircase that led up to the level above.

Karin made her way up the stairs and looked around. The floor was transparent in this area, exposing the entry-hall beneath. Yet more art was on display, and halls shot off to the left and right. A few chairs and a large couch were arranged around a holo-display, and on the opposite side of it was an area set aside as a dining and cooking area. At the end of the room was a desk surrounded by bookcases and monitors. Milliardo sitting in the chair, his hands clasped as he looked at Karin at the opposite end of the hall.

"You are gone to die for what you have done Milliardo!" Karin yelled as she walked towards him. "You are nothing but a monster!"

"So.... you interrupt my game of solitaire just so say that, and then what? Are you going to kill me?" Milliardo responded, a look of amusement crossing his face. "You really should think about what you are doing."

"This isn't a f***ing game! Everything you are doing is just wrong!", Karin yelled, and stood at the desk, the pistol aimed squarely at Milliardo's face.
"Well, I am shaking in my boots, aren't I?" Milliardo said with a laugh. "You have absolutely no Ide..."

Karin fired the pistol, striking Milliardo in the face. Where is head was there was just a mass of destroyed circuitry. "sh**!" Karin yelled as she made her was pack down to the elevator door. She kept on hitting the button, but nothing happened. "Piece of sh** work!" she yelled, pounding the control panel even harder. She then noticed that her vision was blurring and that she felt weak and drowsy. She looked about and noticed a fog coming from the vents, then immediately passed out.

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Her vision returned as she found herself in front of the desk again. The robot was still in the chair where she left it, but then she heard footsteps behind her. A feeling of dread, of fear crept through her and she tried to turn around and stand up. She let out a scream as she found that she was tied to the seat she was in.

"Now now, be quiet..." a voice sounded from behind Karin. "You tried to kill me a multitude of times. I really should just kill you right here and now, don't you think?"

"Milliardo, stop this! You know it is wrong, you have got to know it is!" Karin yelled as she struggled against the bindings.

"Shh.... everything will be alright..." Milliardo said in a calm voice. He reached out and brushed his hand against Karin's cheek. Well, lets just say I am not interested in shedding blood, you have no idea how much it costs to remove it from these suits. My favorite color is white you know."

A tear tolled down Karin's face as she tried to hold them back. "Why are you doing this?! The naturals haven't done anything!"

Milliardo stopped in front of her and stooped down to face level. "You really have no idea. Everyone still remembers the attacks your kind have waged on us in the past as well as the present war."

"We are fighting for our freedom and right damn it! You f***ing Modifieds decided to treat us like animals, and ya know what? You deserve the casualties!" Karin yelled, then spit in Milliardo's face.

Milliardo stood up and pulled out a handkerchief from a pocket and wiped off his face. He then backhanded Karin, causing pain to shoot through her face. "And here I was hoping this would be a peaceful discussion." He backhanded her yet again and a third time then stopped. Karin was crying in pain now and Milliardo walked towards the window. "Look at it all. We have given them peace and good health, but you and your friends have robbed them of that. Regardless however, everything has gone according to plan. You, The Children of Gaia, and Transcendent won't get in my way."

Who is Transcendent?" Karin asked, holding back a cry a pain.

"Just another group that has been a thorn in my side. They haven't done anything yet, and In my opinion they are who you all should really be worrying about. As for my own motives, starting a war is sometimes the only way to get two sides to reconcile and unite against an even greater threat. Your trying to kill me has gotten in the way of that. Milliardo then grabbed a pistol off of the desk, aimed it squarely at Karin's left temple, and fired.

Smoke and the scent of charred flesh has filled the air, forcing Karin to rip off a sleeve to use it as a impromptu breath mask. She started her search for survivors, but so far no luck. Soldiers were broiled alive in their exosuits, and mangled bodies littered the ground. “Must have been a firebomb by the looks of it, no crater...” She heard the scraping of metal and turned around, seeing a soldier dragging itself across the ground towards her, the lower body completely melted together into a twisted mass.

“H..help me... I... have.... family, friends...” The soldier moaned, reaching out towards Karin.

“Help? Why should I?”

“I... am... a human... j..just like you....”

“You are just a f*****g murderer. What makes you think your human?”

“ I...I didn't shoot them... I threw d...down my weapon out o..of refusal to do it...” fear started to saturate the soldier's voice as Karin lowered her pistol and set it barrel first against the visor. “D..Don't kill m..me!”

“I don't believe you.” Karin pulled the handgun away, a hole now in the visor, the soldier now lying on the ground, lifeless. “You are all the same, you f*****g dogs.”

For some quick examples from my BIG project, they will be quoted.

Well, lets just say I am not interested in shedding blood, you have no idea how much it costs to remove it from these suits. My favorite color is white you know."

i like this.

my favorite part:

If I was writing it as a screenplay, I would have no idea who to cast as them based purely on personality of characters they have portrayed. Always thought of Milliardo as similar to the joker if he were placed in a position of political power and had long platinum blonde/grey hair. As for Karin, I dunno, considering she is a slight-of figure redheaded tomboy.

i've attempted screenplays before. i'm not especially good at it (mostly the structure) but i do know a lot about writing them. if you did write it as a screenplay and sold it you would have virtually no say in who was cast anyway, unless you were a big name producer. what you do is write a very concise description of your character and hope the casting director understands the character well enough by reading the script that you get what you intended.

if you want to talk about script writing you can PM me.

I come up with a lot of story lines that never get written because writing the story would require knowledge I don't have. So I start researching the things I need to know to write the story and get caught up in and captivated by the research. The topic becomes a new special interest and I drain it dry and then I'm done with it and don't want to write the story any more because I'm tired of the topic.