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A draft I was scared to post because I thought people would accuse me of overthinking/killing fun/overreacting but it's like a mainstream opinion now so I kind of wish I had posted it

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Hehee gay romeo and juliet

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Writing advice from a 17 year old caffeine-dependent ADHDer who has been writing ever since he could hold a pencil:

First and foremost, write that outline. Figure out exactly what you're going to do with your story before you do anything else. Write down all the important plot points first, then expand on them as needed. Write your main characters (at least their basic traits), do some worldbuilding, and once you have that foundation, THEN start writing the actual scenes.

Talk to people about your stories, especially if you're in a group with other storytellers. This gives you the opportunity to hear how others process and view your work, which can help a lot with your confidence in your writing, your motivation to write, and your own understanding of your writing. You can also request a specific type of feedback (questions, constructive criticism, compliments, blunt criticism, etc.) so you get responses that will actually help you.

DO NOT USE AI FOR WRITING NO MATTER WHAT. "But I just use it for-" I DO NOT CARE, YOU ARE STILL USING A BRAIN-EATING, CREATIVITY-KILLING MACHINE THAT WILL ONLY HARM YOUR WRITING. I used to use AI and it stunted my growth as a writer so greatly that I had to commit myself to never using it again, and I know that sounds scary for those of you still using it, but it will have to happen eventually if you want to grow as a writer. It will not do you any good, no matter what you use it for. "But it makes it easy for me to make stories!" Write more oneshots. Write outlines. Write short stories. Fucking daydream at least. "But I use it to proofread!" Proofread your own damn work. It's not hard, and it's way better for your mind and the story itself. "But—" DO IT YOURSELF OR ASK A FRIEND, A HUMAN BEING, TO HELP YOU. IT NEEDS TO BE DONE BY A HUMAN OR IT WILL BE STRAIGHT ASS. THAT IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE. I hope I drilled that in well enough.

I get it, sometimes you're low on energy, so you need easy ways to develop your story. If you don't know how to do that without AI, because you CANNOT keep sucking robot dick for the sake of instant gratification, here are some easy ones (depending on your skillset): draw your characters and settings, write fake text conversations between characters, use picrew to make your characters, make Pinterest mood boards, or just turn off your phone and daydream about your story! There are a million ways to work on a story without actually writing it, so don't feel too bad if you only have the energy to plan out that one scene in your head instead of writing it. And who knows, maybe doing these little things will actually give you the motivation you needed to write.

Write when you feel big emotions, if you can. You'll pour your heart and soul into your work, and not only will that benefit your writing, but it will also benefit you by helping you process your emotions in a healthy manner.

Finally, give your brain lots of good associations with writing! Have your favourite tea with you and your favourite blanket around your shoulders while you write, or have your favourite instrumentals in the background while sitting in your favourite lighting, or pretend to be a renaissance scholar with a candle and a nice outfit while you write if that's what you need. Make it fun for yourself so your brain will get excited about writing, even if you only do this sometimes!

The most important advice I can give is just. keep on writing. Your stories are a blessing. Even if people criticise your work, even if you feel completely unmotivated, even if you feel like you're not good at it, keep writing for as long as it brings you joy, and share it when you can, because it will bring so many other people joy too, more than you can ever know.

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Nice to meet you too!

we love you

oh! how wonderful. sadly, I have never heard of you, dearest amazing Tumblr user. would you terribly mind, er. elaborating?

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I don't know whom you are so the second one for me :)

we love you

oh! how wonderful. sadly, I have never heard of you, dearest amazing Tumblr user. would you terribly mind, er. elaborating?

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As this person's mutual: can confirm the people love you (I don't know who you are or what's happening but hiiiiii :3)

we love you

oh! how wonderful. sadly, I have never heard of you, dearest amazing Tumblr user. would you terribly mind, er. elaborating?

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Also if any of my mutuals have ever felt ignored by me it wasn't on purpose I just forgot that you were following me I love you all

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Was looking through my follow list to check for mutuals and eventually started misreading "follow" as "fellow" like ahhh yes so many fellows in my follow list

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having pet stick bugs is fun because every so often i will hear the distinct sound of several stick bug falling and ill go to check on them and find them all in a pile on the ground of their enclosure and i have to figure out if theyve just decided that its floor time now or if they kept mistaking each other for actual sticks again and bundled together the ceiling until gravity got the best of them.

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you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)

he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.

he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.

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Edit: just realised I forgot to make it one week instead of one day so please reblog for a better sample size!

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So valid but feel free to infodump anywyas

Why is my life always either a colourful kid's show about friendship or an actual psychological horror written by the freakiest, most mentally ill writer you can imagine

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Cl. Clamss. The ltutle guys in the sea.

Why is my life always either a colourful kid's show about friendship or an actual psychological horror written by the freakiest, most mentally ill writer you can imagine

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Why is my life always either a colourful kid's show about friendship or an actual psychological horror written by the freakiest, most mentally ill writer you can imagine

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Daily affirmations:

- showering and getting out of bed and making food won't always be impossible tasks for me

- I am not abusive, as confirmed by several people in my life including a psychological professional

- I will get the care I need one day from the medical system

- I have people to catch me if I fall

- my friends love me, if they didn't love me they wouldn't stay in touch with me

- my friends do not hate me for forgetting to text them or being too exhausted to hang out or venting to them too often. They want to be there for me and support me

- there will come a day where I never worry about being a bad person because I will be sure that I'm not

- this pain will one day be a distant memory

- everyone hates that evil twink as much as I do

- the best is yet to come

- I need to live long enough to get a flat chest and a fat cock

- my family loves me

- it wasn't my fault

- I will one day walk down a historical street in my dream city in autumn with a warm drink and my favourite coat and I'll watch the crows and the pigeons and the commuters and realise that life is so much bigger than I know

- things will be okay

- I have a nice ass, my friends confirmed it

- the meds are working

- one day a trans kid will see me and feel reassured that trans people can grow old, get jobs they like, get bodies they like, and live peacefully

- my hobbies will always be there for me

- the gods are there for me

- the most punk rock thing I can do right now is live

- my past does not define my future