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The Pain of Insomnia and Night Owlish Ways

Nights of great length out weigh the sunny days and sleep is left in the ditch, the love of day is only because humans then abound.

But shackled to an awakened night is like being locked in a nasty pendulum of time.

Where all the pain you have is your body's hated of itself.

Where no hope of sleep or the smile of sunshine slowly kills you inside.

Sat wishing, you ponder, will life ever change?

Oh how many times have I escaped this prison tried, but somebody, something, myself catches me again, trapped again in this futile cell, this wasting horror of time.

Will sleep and time ever be aligned for me?

Will I ever see all the sunshine of a full day?

"No" this prison says, laughter pierces my deafened ears.

“No!” I cry.

At last I understand, freedom is a joke or maybe a hope, endurance is the only answer, so I promise myself I’ll try and I will win my days again.

Someday.

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Ode To My Parents

I was born to worry,

About you.

Because you,

Showed me what love means.

By the Alien 👽

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Ode To My Parents

I was born to worry,

About you.

Because you,

Showed me what love means.

By the Alien 👽

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Sheila and Craftie have an office picnic.

It was the third week of February on the usual day that Craftie showed up and that Sheila had dubbed Charlton's Day, and Craftie didn't show up and Sheila felt that she missed them, and the week past and it was Charlton's day to come again and this time they did. Sheila distinctly remembers that day, one because she'd missed them and two because, oh my days what are they wearing. Sheila will tell you that, no she wasn't anxiously waiting for them and no she wasn't continuingly glancing at the door, but the truth is she noticed, oh did she notice.

When a fluffy jumper, baggy jeans wearing person came through the doors shoulder and back first, their beanie sticking up and Sheila was curious, who is this little human all cutely bundled up, yes I know they're taller then me. But not by much, so when they turned around and Sheila got a face pull of coffee cups and sweet smelling paper bags she jumped in her seat, gently moving the offerings aside careful not to touch the person 'It's you' Sheila beamed but then realising herself coughed and asked as nonchalantly as possible 'Where've ya been?' Craftie grinned 'did you miss me, sweetie?' Sheila just raised her eyebrow as she was wont to do when Craftie was involved.

"Anyway what's all this and I hope you didn't come on your bike like that, and I hope you haven't been smoking as much, because it's really dangerous and...' Sheila stopped mid flow, her arms dropping from where they'd been flying about in her excitement, Craftie was staring at her, just stood there in her silly beanie and cute clothes, well they're cute to me okay, she thought sulkerly, crossing her arms and folding slightly forwards. 'I'll take that as you did miss me,' and quieter she almost whispered 'I took the bus, I wanted to buy you snacks' Sheila was gobsmacked. 'okay... Wait did you say you took the bus,' before she could finish Craftie jumped in 'yes I know you probably think it's just as dangerous as a moterbike, knowing you anyway, but it's actually nicer than I thought it would be and anyway, snacks!' she emphasized this by pointing at the snacks with a flourish of her arms. 'no I was going to say that's really cool, kinda brave even, although you do usually ride a motorbike, then again different experiences' Sheila sipped on the Yorkshire tea offered her gratefully, it was warm and tasty and stopped her saying something stupid, no it doesn't 'I think you look really cute by the way' she blurted out, 'sorry, if you don't mind me saying so, and I don't think that all the time of course, I mean most of the time I think you're kinda hot' Sheila slapped a hand over her big mouth and looked over at Craftie so shocked at herself.

Craftie burst out laughing and then smiled the most genuinely Sheila had seen her smile. 'Thank you Sheila, I don't mind as long it's you who thinks I'm cute, even if it's just sometimes' Craftie winked at her and Sheila cringed at herself. pulling out a napkin with a doughnut inside 'I didn't really know what you would like, but didn't think you'd want anything sweet unless it was chocolate or winter spicy somehow. Anyway I also got custard doughnuts just incase' Craftie smiled at her holding the doughnut out almost expectantly. Sheila was grinning too because somehow this strange reckless human in front of her had only missed out one other treat she liked, which is insane considering we haven't known eachother that long, she thought taking the doughnut 'biscuits, they're the only other sweet things I adore,' under her breath she whispered 'and you it would seem'

But Craftie thankfully didn't seem to notice. Biting into the doughnut Sheila looked over at Craftie 'you should wear a coat still, even with a jumper, remember to wear one next time' Craftie rolled their eyes at Sheila watchas she basically devoured the doughnut. After eating some snacks and splitting the leftovers they got down to business than it was time for Craftie to go 'I'll bring biscuits next time' she said while waving, half way through the door 'be careful on the bus "Charlton", and thanks for the snacks' Sheila waved back and she could hear Craftie saying 'yeah yeah, see ya Sweetie' Sheila smiled and finished her day already looking forward to next week.

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Sam and Mattie have a cuddle session

Rated: Mature/E under the read more

This is really sweet tbh

Mattie approached Sam like a snake slyly slithering up to him, slouching slightly to rest his head on Sam's shoulder and hugging him from behind. Mattie let his hands roam and lightly touched Sam's belly, holding him like they're precious. Kissing where Sam's check and neck meet. Mattie loved kissing him, hugging him.

Sam saw Mattie a mile away and pretended they didn't, as Mattie's arms threaded through his arms he rested backwards and sighed, being loved by Mattie was so easy, feeling surrounded by his height, bringing him low to shower his affection so openly on him, on him! He felt a lump in his throat and turn in Mattie's arms, 'love you' he whispered and hugged Mattie back, muscles meeting and softly giving to fill eachothers spaces.

Mattie straightened up and held Sam close for a moment before moving his hands to the back of Sam's head and looking down in his eyes pouring all of his devotion into the look, leaning forward into him, he nipped at Sam's lips softly placing a kiss there, 'love you too Samuel' he winked and kissed him again, this time for a longer peck, making an exaggerated kissing noise when he was finished. Still holding eachother closed, Mattie leaned into him with his head on Sam's shoulder again.

Sam scoffed when Matthew called him Samuel, but then he kissed them so what was he supposed to do lol, he liked Mattie's kisses, they were stupid and always unexpected, sometimes messy and uncivilised, sometimes sweet and corny, Sam thought maybe Mattie was just going to leave their encounter as a long, comfy, delicious hug session but then he broke the silence with 'I want you, is that mutually agreeable?' with no preamble, Sam squeezed him in reply, 'I'd like to help, yeah!' he rolled his eyes, pulling Mattie along by the hand.

They moved at a slow pace just enjoying holding hands, walking and kissing, till they made it to their bedroom leaving a felt rose in the basket as a do not disturb sign. Sam loved their height difference, he fit right under Mattie's chin, and so he held Mattie's other hand too as he stepped forward and leaned up, kissing Mattie's Adams apple, before opening his mouth and feeling it with his tongue, he could feel Mattie's breathing and he could hear their heartbeat, Sam loved annoying him with his sloppy kisses. Moving their hands up he asked 'would you keep you hands in one place if I asked you?' before continuing to kiss his neck.

Mattie didn't mind how this was going, it was sweet and felt good it always felt good with Sam, so he let sam know that, 'I would, love, for you' he Sharply took a breath as Sam bit down on his shoulder, now he was the one who made the exaggerated popping noise 'really, for me you say, interesting' Sam looked up at him with a sparkle in his eyes and it made Mattie want to grin down at him, he loved seeing Sam from this angle, his height ment he saw Sam in snapshots, he didn't get the whole picture and it was enticing, when he did get to see him it was down his nose, the irony not lost on him.

Sam knew that just as much as he loved the height difference so did Mattie, he could see it on his face, the way it would light up when he saw his face and the humour in his eyes that he was privately enjoying himself, Sam moved Mattie's hands around his back 'hold me darling' he teased and moved his hands up to caress Mattie's strong body, following the contours in their muscles, reveling in the comfy feel of alive warmth beneath his fingers, Sam kissed him though their white t-shirt and felt happy.

Mattie was ready for kissing, ugly sloppy kisses and some horizontality, so he whined because he knew it would annoy Sam and that might move things forward, 'ew, gross Matthew' Sam let out and Mattie swooped and took his mouth, devouring it as best he could without his hands for support, he loved this bit, the convincing Sam to let him make them come bit, 'I'll kiss you tons after, tons Samuel and we can cuddle, sweet sweet cuddles Samuel' this time he was cut off by Sam, a extra tongue in his mouth was more of a surprise then the tug towards the bed, yet both had been surprisingly easy to achieve.

Kissing Mattie was always fun, the push and shove the slip and slide, the wet minty warmth, Sam held Mattie cheeks gently as he pushed themselves closer, feeling the cold air in their mouths and the wet slightly rough slide of tongue and teeth and lips, they broke apart slightly and they were both breathing unsteady 'yummy, you're so yummy bro' Sam said through breaths, 'gross Samuel, bad Samuel, why?' Sam shrugged 'sorry not sorry' Sam started to laugh as Mattie's scandized expression 'genuinely just said it to see your reaction, it was good, it was good reaction.'

Falling onto the bed they started kissing again before Sam reached out his hand towards Mattie's waist unbuttoning his jeans and trying to stay kissing him at the same time as stripping his beautiful legs of the layer between his hands and Mattie's imperfect skin, 'Samuel, pookie that's not going to work' Mattie helped him remove his jeans and helped Sam with their trousers too, legs bare Sam started stroking from Mattie's hips to his knees, it felt good to be kissed and caressed at the same time, Mattie was laid on their back, Sam at his side loving him slowly.

Mattie was feeling very relaxed and very horny which was a conundrum indeed, he moved to rid his body of his tight boxers when two hand grabbed his wrists 'you practically promised' Sam sulked and squeezed his wrists lightly. 'darling come on' Mattie whined again and in the next moment Sam had deftly removed their boxes. 'fluke' groused Mattie, 'I can always put them back on just as quickly if that's what you want, Matthew!'

Sam grabbed their bottle of lube and cracked the lid open and the little hinges creaked, squeezing some into his palm he straddled Mattie resting on their thighs, 'no, no you carry on I promise it wasn't a fluke yes, yes' Sam grinned down at Mattie as Mattie spoke, wanting to tease him they stroked the whole of his length getting them both to full mast, adding lube to both their Shafts he moved them together trapped in his gently squeezing hand, leaning forward he caught his partner's lips in his and sucked and licked and kissed while pumping their lengths together, soon though Mattie's neck was straining and he laid straight again so Sam kissed his chest instead.

Mattie was whining involuntarily now, it always felt so fantastic anything they ended up doing but somehow this had become their favourite, the slippery mutually delicious touches and squeezes the half control they shared and split, they were both panting now and Sams forehead was resting on his chest, his eyes were glazed over in pleasure, 'look at me darling, let me see your gorgeously pleased face' Sam groaned and his hips shuttered and he thrust into the hand that joined them, he looked up with some effort and they locked eyes as Sam jerked and twisted and squeezed till they both came, milking them through the orgasm.

'would you like some, Matthew?' Mattie was too far gone right now to understand what the question ment so he nodded anyway, Sam was holding a bottle of water to his lips in the next moment, And oh that's what he ment, he drank till he felt better 'thanks sweetheart' Sam rolled his eyes at his corny partner and kissed him on the cheek 'can I help you shampoo later' Sam grinned at Mattie's bemused look and then started laughing 'we're so lame, Samuel,' now they were both softly laughing 'is that so, Matthew?' Sam kissed him sweetly for a moment.

Mattie groaned at the idea of leaving their cozy bed but made to get up anyway 'come on than shampoo freak' Mattie leaned forward and held out this hand, Sam took it and stood up too, Mattie kissed his check and let out a sigh, 'pretty' Sam eye's locked with his so fast he was surprised they didn't have whiplash 'I'm dirty, ya weirdo' Mattie grinned, 'your pretty and your dirty, and besides, it's you who made us dirty' they'd made their way into the bathroom and with only their t-shirts to take off they were soon in the warm shower helping eachother with their shampoo.

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WIP Song Prompts

\"May I touch you?" Not a could I, not a request or asking for permission to do something you've been longing to do. It's a reaching out in concern, hoping they let you in so you can comfort them or just ground them. Romantic, but healing is priority No1.

\"Fade to black" Amy Winehouse's ending style but lighter a higher octave(?). Bittersweet, time travelling but through memories. Poem song, no chorus, maybe a bridge.

\"It all fades to black, yeah, it all fades the black" Drums, indie pop style(coldplay), rising intensity, crescendo. About break up or the end of things, about finality. "We all fade to black eventually, why not right now" losing memories and losing loved ones. (death and dementia) One of the verses means "I'm losing memories, it all fades to black." Another means "I've lost them and others will lose me, its all fades to black"

|21 billion had the practice, but we're still shocked when it happens to us, that it all fades to black| (dying)

|Yesterday I saw my mum, tomorrow maybe I'll remember she died years ago.| 3rd person but introspective.

|Don't get old they said, I said it too, 20 years ago.|

(The new Taylor Swift and My goodness, were a first impression); Fourth March 2024.

\"I'm always accelerating for you. wasting away for you" bass. Soul (Radiohead and Coldplay);

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Sheila 2025

IT was one of Sheila's special days and she didn't want to do it, she was already too hot and too tired, but she'd embarrassed herself to be here, as a motivation is what she told herself, it wasn't that she regretted it, it was more that she just wanted a break for today a reprieve from the burning a respite from the warmth. She hoped she hurt after this, that she could punish that spark inside them that forced her to do this twice a week. They'd had a long day and usually this was her relief from that, it'd been three days and the stress was piling up. Sheila gathered together her chosen means of meditation and in her room she started to undress, folding her work clothes up and laying them on her bed for later, the cold air of her flat touched her skin and made them sigh, her eyes closed.

She was objectively poor, she had good homemade food and she managed her bills but only her head was afloat, she couldn't swim, she couldn't rest. It felt like only a matter of time before she drowned, not from debt she promised herself, but maybe bankruptcy would kill her. Saving money and bettering yourself was impossible in this city.

Opening her eyes they were a new being, a subservient and the served, with new eyes she sorted the old clothes into the laundry baskets and got out new clothes for the girl who would need them. That girl walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. Someone had broken the boiler a long time ago and it didn't regulate the heat anymore it was dangerously hot. The girl knelt by the small tub and watched quietly as the hot water rose up and hot condensation filled the room, the ground was old rough wood, too soft in some parts, it needed tiling but she wasn't to complain. She was to watch, she was to fill a bath up with hot hot water, she tested the half filled bath and found it was 40°c, turning the cold tap on the girl waited until the thermometer had a reading of 33°c turning both taps off, she picked up a weighted waterproof belt and cuffs and with silence she worked. Adding weights to ankles and wrists, finally picking up the belt made with pockets to carry weights, she buckled it securely around her waist.

Making a step into the hot water, taking a breath when the burning seeped into skin up to calves, lowering slowly to knees, slowly resting on ankles, breathing picking up, unsteady, the girl know she had to steadily gain control, her breathing returned to a steady in and out as her lower body got used to the burn. The girl started to breathe in all the way one could and breathe out as completely as one could, retaking a full breath, the girl lowered all the way underwater, stretching out legs and arms, feeling the tug of war between gravity and buoyancy. The burn traveled up her back and hit her face, and with all the dangers she was in she relaxed consciously, letting the oxygen travel slowly through her body, imagining herself laying in a hot spring with the sun shining down on her.

Hearing the first bell, she rose and let out her breath, taking another and letting it leave fully, then retaking fully. Resupplying her oxygen was as relaxing as it was practiced, every 30-40 seconds a bell would ring. Sinking again she waited for the next 39 bells before she could rest. Burning would slowly become heat and warmth and she would be a bit dizzy and her heart would race and the girl would observe and learn and Shelia would have catharsis in her little bubble of 'breathe, remember to breathe and imagine a better life.'

Sheila had been holding this ritual with herself since she was twelve years old. Now the water was hotter and her body was weighted properly, now she held this twice a week, now she fought for a two hour unpaid break at work on Mondays and Thursdays, now she had been having special days for over ten years. As the last bell rang the girl rose up for the final time and letting the water flow away she mourned the loss of this world. Rising from her knees she padded her way back to the room of another, drying a body, drying hair, dressing in new clothes, slipping back on the work clothes left folded on the bed. As Sheila finished tying up her hair in a claw clip, she looked at herself in the mirror they were a new being, served and subservient, ready to face the world again for a little while, maybe just maybe this was a good reminder of what this ritual did for her, maybe it was a reminder that she hadn't grown up at all.

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Soul Bonding World Building

A soul-bound is a subconscious compass you get to another person when you marry, so they become your north. It feel like when you're at your family home and your family is in separate rooms but you know the house so well and the people in it so well that you instinctively know where all your family members are, thats how the soul-bound feels.

This made platonic marriage between friends more prevalent because it's the only KNOWN way to soul-bound with someone.

When either one of the two parties die there's a pull, pop, break, blip, emotional nothingness. Like the mental blindness you get from driving past trees or fences and the sun's shining behind them.

Marriage, it can be more than one person, but this is only usually done when everyone's emotions are involved and they're all committed.

Divorce, sometimes it breaks leaving you reeling; sometimes it sticks and you hate it, the worst is Death.

Death, sometimes when someone permadies away from their spouse the soul-bound stays and the widow(er) has to deal with their subconscious compass pointing to their grave site.

Heavily inspired by Milo-hypno's au on ao3

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Brent Spiner

The vaguest most subtle spoilers up ahead

(when I use the term Brent Spiner I'm using it to mean the chareters he plays in star trek as a collective term)

Brent Spiner is the docter of the star trek universe.

The Docter is one person who regenarates into many faces.

Brent Spiner is one face who regenenarates into many people.

Brent spiner isn't the type of person who has his fingers in all the pies, he's the type of person that the pies were grown on his fingers.

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Story idea, and they were roommates. WIP

Main reason for idea:

The word "thing" as a word for a romantic relationship. But the autistic friend likes to take everything seriously;

Plot points:

Joanna and Tommy Are Not dating it's just Tommy thinks he's in love. (He is, with his roommate)

A friend group

Characters in studies:

Tammy is very emotionally intelligent, she get distracted very easily, but she can be like a dog with a bone when something or someone captures her.

Characters:

Sassy girl boss(Shakira), male autistic roomate main character(Mikey), spare girlfriend(Joanne), male roomate(Tommy), spare best friend(Tammy);

Dialogue:

"I'm trusting you, please don't get in the way of my thing with Joanne, it's very new." Tommy.

"What thing, what's a thing." Mikey

"You know, a Theing." Tommy pronounces it strangely but doesn't answer the question, Mikey huffs

"A thing is another word for relationship." Shakira say's abruptly with a fond eye roll at Tommy before looking over at Mike.

"Oh, okay." Mikey says very enthusiastically then he shrugs and goes back to whatever he was doing.

"Hey Tommy, me and Mike are your favourite and bestest wingmen, we won't let you down." It was Tommy's turn to eye roll at Shakira's teasing.

Another time later...

At small house party Tommy hosted at their apartment.

"Oh, that's exactly like mine and Tommy's thing." Mikey said randomly joining into the conversation that was happening around him on the couch he was sat on.

"No, Mikey," Shakira whispered, "a thing is a romantic relationship."

"Oh, okay," Mikey smirked (Mikey pulled a sly face)?

And Shakira just looked confused at the faces he was pulling.

The next time Tommy and Mikey talk...

A week after the party Mikey comes home with Tammy his new "girlfriend".

Earlier...

At their favourite coffee shop bakery.

Mikey talking to his friend Tammy, "Tammy... Would you be mad if I asked you for a favour," Mikey asked the next part as fast as he could, "could we date as friends like completely platonically, you see I like this guy and he likes this girl, but then he comes home to me and does the oddest stuff," he slowed down at this point just rambling, "he's affectionate and cuddly and he's always complimenting me, he warms me up to high temperatures, and he's weirdly protective too" Mikey had started zoning out at this point just enjoying his memories and his own thoughts, mumbling softly to himself every now and then.

Tammy started making a racket with her milkshake, playing with her straw. "Mikey!?" she abruptly spoke then realising how loud she started, looking around she continued at a normal volume. Mikey looked up met her eye for a moment then looked sheepish for a second before grinning at her.

"I'm all up for platonically dating you, all day long every day, but I don't understand how this is connected to your boy?" Mikey felt like Tammy was staring into his soul, her eyes were that piercing as she looked at him without blinking.

Random bits:

Tammy, (but I don't understand how two queers in a hetro relationship are gonna get any);

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Musical Play about Teen Enemies

She's like: "I hate him, but I've liked him for a while, and I love him more than I hate him, so I hate him";

He's like: "I don't care, but in another universe it's you and me against the world";

She cheats at school because she doesn't want to worry her Mum, or ask her Dad for special tutoring money.

Her Mum and Dad are split up and he lives with his Mum out of state. Her Dad couldn't cope and lost his job so than her Mum couldn't cope so he moved back in with his parents. He has never missed an event. Her Mum never drives them to see her Dad, he always comes and sees them.

He told on her and she got her first detention, so she mad.

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Fanfiction of Traveling Thieves

"I'm Lisa, you don't have to call me sir, ma'am or master anymore."

The avian's expression shifted, pulled into a frown. "But you are my master, I am your slave and you can't change that by asking me to call you by your name, this is a real problem that has hurt a lot of people, and you can't change that," they snared "Master." Even if the avian knew without a doubt that they wouldn't have the confidence to fight this if Lisa hadn't made them feel somewhat at ease.

(If Martyn was an avian slave maybe)

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Just keep trying again till it feels right.

I feel like this with art too, then I realised I can draw the same thing many times till it feels how I imagined it should.

It's the same for writing, as long as you get down your ideas as simply as they can be, you can keep going back and working up from them as your foundation.

I hope this helps someone

The most frustrating experience as a writer is having a clear vision in your mind of the story you want to tell but being too afraid to put pen to paper for fear of failing to do the story justice. I’m so scared that my actual execution will fail to meet my expectations that I’m paralysed to even start.

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A family of Bird shifters with invisibility powers, mad on cleaning

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The Statue and Shadow au

AH and UM

Family of The Mother

Characters in order of appearance:

Statue

Ward

Shadow

Sun

Ward

Sibling

Humans

Cousins

When the statue hit 1200 years old it's mind woke up to the idea of having Shadow, Shadow came and went with The Sun and by 1500 years trees grow and Shadow was no more.

Statue had a ward, she was a smiley kid and would run around the statue, that ward eventually grew up and got married and had her own family, Ward felt like Statue was jealous of her relationship with The Sun, and so Ward grew distant from Statue and decided to concentrate on her children and best friend rather then get caught up in the drama with The Sun, The Moon and Statue, but Ward missed them all a lot.

statue also had a sibling statue but it was moved to a zoo when the humans realised that it kept the animals in line. The humans made six small copies of that sibling and named them The Cousins. The lady who made The cousins took care of all the statue family members at the zoo.

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My Personal Experience

Being born with autism is like being forced to look after the neediest, whiniest, bratiest child and then at a certain age them possessing you forever.

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practical writing advice

part 2

avoid writing in bed if you can. writing in bed is the mind-killer. writing in bed is the little death that brings obliteration. you may think "but i can write AND be cozy" you will get sleepy so fast. 98% of the time when i try to get a nighttime writing session done in bed i go to sleep. maybe 70% of the time if it's an afternoon writing session. also it fucking kills your wrists.

STRETCH before writing. stretch as many parts of your body as possible ESPECIALLY YOUR WRISTS! i have chronic tendonitis in both of my arms from not doing this and it is manageable but it is Not Fun!

plug your phone in on the other side of the room. better yet, plug it in and leave it in another room. better yet, power it off and leave it in another room. "i'll just check one quick thing" do not underestimate the power of the doomscroll.

do a warmup. look up writing prompts (i like one-word prompts or prompts that focus on a general theme as it's easier to integrate into my writing style), set a timer for fifteen minutes, or ten, or five, and go ham. make it shitty or incomprehensible, as long as you make it. create a dump document for all your warmups. i currently have two novels in the works that started as one of these fifteen minute little warmups.

pick your background noise ahead of time if you use it, and look for something long. i listen to 3-hour-long silent hill ambient mixes on youtube dot com.

take breaks. around every 45 minutes, as i'm noticing myself begin to lose focus, i get up, grab a drink, get my blood flowing, and give myself some space to breathe.

sometimes i sit down to write and i think "every atom in my body is averse to doing this right now. i would rather dance barefoot on a bed of nails than open my laptop and start typing." and you know what i do? i go do something else instead. don't force it! it will become a chore.

that being said! write as often as possible. try to write every day. try to write at the same time. don't beat yourself up if you can’t, BUT the more often you write, the more often you'll want to write.

if you're stuck on a scene or a page or a chapter, go back to the last place where you felt like you knew what you were doing and start writing from there. keep a copy of your other writing in case you want to reuse it or refer back!

i don't know if this is something that will be helpful for other people but i start mentally preparing myself for my writing session a few hours ahead of time. i will say to myself, "today, at this time, i'm gonna sit down and write that scene where mina walks out on her book club, and it's going to be awesome and i'm looking forward to it." then, by the time i actually begin, i basically have the whole thing written out in my head and can just put it down to paper. it's a good way to at least kickstart the session !

ok thanks bye