#generalwritingstuff

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hey how do u finish a creative writing project w/o the pressure of a deadline/grade?

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After 27 days, skin cells regenerate. After 100 days, hair sheds. After all these years, your memory is still seared-                                                              forever in my mind.

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i'm trying to get back into my writing era but omg it's so much harder than i remember

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Writer's block is your mind telling you to work on technique and style and devices.

For prose writers: Work on developing a character. Use a prompt book and focus intently on how you write, not exactly what you're writing. Figure out the nitty gritty of your plot, plan it out, and figure out how to insert metaphors and messages into the nooks and crannies of that plot. Write a short story that has nothing to do with the piece you want to work out. Try writing in a different style.

For poets: Try recreating old metaphors into new ones. Write a poem in a format you rarely use (if you've never written a sonnet, now's the time to attempt it). Write short, one line poems. Use a prompt book and see what you can make happen. Take an old poem amd write it from a new perspective or in a different format. Take a piece of prose and turn it into poetry, focusing heavily on syllables, sound, imagery, and theme.

Writer's block isn't telling you not to write. It's telling you to challenge yourself.

just so yall know

art block is your brain telling you to do studies.

draw a still life. practice some poses. sketch some naked people. do a color study. try out a different technique on a basic shape.

art block doesnt stop you from drawing, it stops you from making your drawings look the way you want them to. and thats because you need to push your skills to the next level so you can preform at that standard

think of it as level grinding for your next work.

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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Jennifer's Body (2009) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jennifer Check & Anita "Needy" Lesnicki Characters: Jennifer Check, Anita "Needy" Lesnicki Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Demonic Possession, Possession, toxic yuri Summary:

Needy has changed a lot ever since she killed her possessed best friend. But sometimes change can be good! For instance, most occult scholars don’t know this, but if you’re bitten by a demon, and you live, you just might absorb some of the demon’s abilities. Other changes can be hard! For instance, even Needy didn't know that it might also leave you possessed yourself.

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i'm still waiting for a new ao3 accnt and also i'm not even done the first chapter, but here's a 1,400 word preview of my Jennifer's Body fic, which takes place pretty much after the credits of the movie

Description: Needy has changed a lot ever since she killed her possessed best friend. But sometimes change can be good! For instance, most occult scholars don't know this, but if you're bitten by a demon, and you live, you just might absorb some of the demon's abilities... And it might also leave you possessed yourself.

Thank god that’s over, we look so scrumptious now! Needy shook away that incredibly random thought and wiped the steam from her bathroom mirror revealing her new look. Short, dark hair. Glasses gone. And while scrumptious was a weird word choice, she did look surprisingly good. And it wasn’t just the haircut; her eyes no longer red-rimmed, her skin smooth, lips plump. And to her horror, she felt good too. It was like her whole body was on vibrate. 

Get off it, Saint Needy. She heard, followed by an all too familiar, mocking laugh. The voice in her head continued, More like, get off on it. You know we’re looking scrumptious because of those morsels we had. I told you the singer would be the saltiest.

Closing her eyes, Needy focused on her breath. In through her nose, out through her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked anywhere but the mirror as she said out loud to herself, “Okay. I can see the sink. The weird brown dye on my hands. The ugly tile in this bathroom. The um toilet next to me.”

Oh come on, are you serious right now? Are you really using that hokey bullshit from the sanitarium? What, you think this is, a ‘trauma response’? A hallucination? You weren’t in a war, Needy, you just got bit by your possessed best friend.

“Shit. Fuck. Okay, the sink, my hands, the tile, and the toilet. That’s four. I can also see-”

Oh I like the mouth on this new Needy. But why don’t you include your dirty fucking cuticles? It is kind of hot how short those nails are, though. So butch. Time in the clink’ll do that to ya, huh? Still, we need a mani, bad.

“I can see my old blonde hair on the floor. Okay, I can feel my wet hair against my neck, it’s weird to feel the bottom of my hair on my neck. Um, I can feel the sink. And this scratchy, cheap t-shirt, and the cold tile beneath my feet.”

You didn’t mention back pain, seriously? Fuck, Needy, do you ever stretch? We should do some yoga instead of this bullshit. Oh, or maybe it’s ‘cause you use the wrong bra for your tits. We should go measure them.

“Perv!” Needy put a hand to her mouth to cover her lips. She couldn’t believe she answered the voice inside her head like it was really Jennifer.

I really am, you dipshit! And you don’t have to talk out loud, I can hear your thoughts! I’m in you, Needy. I am you.

“No. No. No you’re not. This is not real. Okay three things I can hear-”

Needy, stop denying it. Come on. I hated being in the back of your head, in your subconscious. I mean, I had so much control there. More than I expected. The hair color’s, familiar, yeah? My body was too pretty to cut my hair short, though. You? You’re perfect. Oh, we look so cute and hot and butch!

“Stop flirting with me inside my own head! It’s weird! And don’t call me butch. I’m not a lesbian, I had a boyfriend before you murdered him, you absolute bitch.”

Ouch! Harsh name calling. I’m sorry about Chip, okay? That was a bit dramatic. 

“Dramatic!” Needy gasped. 

Okay, calm it, Needy. I said I’m sorry. And I am! It was wrong, okay? I shouldn’t have killed him! I just wanted to get to you! And I didn’t even want to get to you, like kill you. I mean, if I knew this was a possibility? I would have angled for this a lot earlier.

“Jen! I wouldn’t have! I don’t like this! I want you out of my life and out of my body!”

Trust me, I know how much it sucks to have a demon possess you! And I’m not just saying that to be a supportive bestie, I literally know. Remember? But there’s good parts to it too.

Needy didn’t make the conscious decision, but she was looking at the mirror now, noticing how fucking gorgeous she looked. Scrumptious. 

No, I didn’t make you do that. That was your actual subconscious, because you know I’m right.

Needy briefly worried that she’d be paranoid that every one of her actions, and maybe her thoughts, would be controlled or swayed by her ex-best friend without her knowledge.

I’m not in here because I want to control you, Needy! That’s why I came forward, out of your subconscious! Because I don’t want to control you! Like it or not, I’m part of you now. And I want to be part of your life. I don’t want to be some scary entity that only pops out when I’m starving. I want this to be a partnership.

“No. No way, absolutely not. I’ll kill myself before I start killing boys.”

We can go for girls if that’s what you-

“Not what I meant!”

Well you already killed boys. And wasn’t it amazing? Remember the struggling in the tub? Oh my god. His fear tasted so good. I’ve never had it quite like that before. So pathetic! You, my dear Needy, are not pathetic, though! You have so much self control! I wanted to devour them whole! You took only samples of each of them. Little snacks.

“I’m not killing anybody else, and that’s final! I don’t want to be a killer! I’m not like you.”

Okay, fine, maybe you haven’t developed your taste for fear yet. But why are you pretending? Remember, I can hear your thoughts. I know you enjoyed yourself.

“Not all thoughts and feelings are things to live by, Jennifer! Sometimes, you have to consider what’s right! You lived your life like the world revolved around you, and I let you! But I won’t let you live my life that way!”

Is it self centered to get revenge for your best friend? To ensure devil worshipers who try to sacrifice teenage virgins don’t go on to do it again to boost their ticket sales?

“You’re manipulating me!”

I’m having a conversation with you, my best friend. God, Needy, I hate that you see me as this cunty villain. I mean, it is kind of hot. But also kind of hurtful. Remember the good times? Before all this demon shit?

“When I was trying to figure out this ‘demon shit’ on my own, and when I was in jail awaiting the trial and then the hospital, I had a lot of time to think. I don’t think the good times were all that good to me. You’ve always put me down, manipulated me.”

I think you’re looking back with demon-tinted glasses. And honestly, Needy, if I did do that stuff, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry! I fucked up a lot recently. With Chip, with… with you. I’m sorry. I probably fucked up before too, without even realizing it. No, I definitely did.

“Oh, Jen.” Needy felt her heart melt for half a second and then harden, even tougher than before. “I am not killing people. If that makes you hungry? I don’t care. If that starves you and you die? I still don’t care. You’re already dead, Jennifer.”

Okay. I understand. I think we should just enjoy the time we have together. 

“You're giving up way too easy.” Needy huffed. “If you can hear all of my thoughts, can I hear yours?”

What do you think Lesnicki?

“Fuck, Jen. What the fuck is going on?”

Honestly, we should just see if this motel gets hot water and take a nice long shower before jerking off to some skinemax and passing out. We can figure everything out tomorrow.

“That's so you,” Needy scoffed. “No way I'm letting you see me naked, perv!”

We're both girls. Needy looked down at herself, eyes slowly examining down her own body. It's nothing I haven't seen before.

“Ew!” Needy said, snapping her head up, looking straight ahead at the mirror. “I hate when you make my body do things without me thinking about them! Stop! Stop looking at me!”

Okay, fine. Let's keep our eyes closed in the shower?

“I'm showering in my bra and panties. They need to be washed anyway.”

Sick! I knew you were nasty, but come on, you know that doesn’t count as a real wash. 

“I'll let them dry out over the shower rod or something. It's not like we have a lot of options. We have limited funds. Nowhere we can go. Fuck, we're fucked.”

We'll figure it out. We just need sleep first. 

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i'm like a writer if they kept writing the same 5k word opening chapter over and over and over again and couldn't get past it

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i love plucking a character out of one story that's not working and trying them as the protag in a completely different story that's not working

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ive been trying to start writing again and it's really fun and really hard

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I haven’t been able to write good poetry in a long time, but I started writing like.... surrealist horror-adjacent poetry.... and it’s not like my old style at all. and it’s a lil silly. But I think I like it?

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October Etiquette

Please do not ask after me- How I’ve been, if I’m well, What I’ve done lately- Would you ask a ghost how it was to be alive? No, it is rude.

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wishful thinking

one day i will exist, be whole.

live

one day i will, won’t i?

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diversity loses! google docs is homophobic :(

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truth haiku The only secret I keep from you is the one I need to tell you.

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i miss writing 

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none of my non binary characters have any explanation or discussion abt their gender bc its my story and i’ve decided