Welcome to the Godly Guide to Writing Fanfiction, chock full of the god's writing tips. Coming up we have
Apollo on characters
Athena on plot
Hermes on setting
Ares on the use of clichés
Demeter on grammar
Aphrodite on Emotions
Aphrodite and Artemis debating romance
Hestia on giving CC
and Persephone on accepting CC and using it to your benefit instead of insulting the person that gave it to you.
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They stood on the walkway, staring out at the scene before them. Olympus was cloaked in the soft morning light, and, six hundred floors below them, Manhattan glowed pink. ("It's seven thirty in the morning," Sheva grumbled. "Apollo is so lazy.")
"It's beautiful, though. I mean, look at that." She herself does not look at the scene below them but opens up her camera bag and starts trading the macro lens currently attached to her camera for a wide angle lens.
"No." Sheva said firmly. "Our appointment is in ten minutes. We don't have times."
"The gods have eternity. They can wait for me to take this picture."
"Move," Zoe Nightshade advised, kicking Storm in the knee. Their snickered, and Storm frowned at her.
"Why did we bring you again?"
"Um, because I'm awesome. Duh." Theia blinked few times, and Storm laughed.
"Kidding." But still, she looked wistfully at the landscape next to them.
The four writers tried to hurry, but once they reached the market, 'hurry' seemed like a lost cause. To their credit, they did not let Theia try nectar or Zoe buy an Artemis poster.
"Look," Sheva pointed. "Kosher ambrosia."
"No." Zoe then promptly stopped to admire a red sharpie that would burn the words you wrote into the mind of whoever's fanfiction you edited.
"Um, guys? We have six minutes." Storm checked her watch, and again they rushed off.
"Where are we going, exactly?" Theia asked.
"Well, I typed it into MapQuest," Sheva paused to pull a neatly folded paper out of her pocket. "Turn right at the edge of the market next to the t-shirt stall." They did, and followed the instructions down a winding road towards a small, dinky building, quite outclassed by the marble surrounding it.
"You'd think the gods would have a nicer briefing room," Zoe mumbled.
"They don't do interviews much," Sheva acknowledged. "But this is a crisis."
"Me and Sheva will talk to Apollo first about characters," Storm reminded everyone, "While Theia and Zoe talk plot with Athena."
"We know." Zoe snapped. "You've told us like, fifty times on the way up, not to mention the dozen PM's, twenty three text messages and seven reminder calls."
Storm wasn't convinced. "Remember to write everything down, Theia."
"Oh my gods. I know. Shut up." But Theia raised her Netbook to show that she was prepared.
"And Sheva, remember to ask Apoll—"
"Storm. You're really getting annoying. We've been through this." Sheva snapped. "Come on."
Somewhat annoyed—under no circumstances could they screw this up—Storm double checked to make sure she had her own Netbook.
"We're exactly one minute early."
Everyone ignored her, and Theia knocked on the wooden door.
Coming up, Apollo discusses characters and Sheva disagrees with his football team.
If there's anything not mentioned on the earlier list you want to hear about, please tell me in a review and I'll add it in.