#free write

[the-soulwhispers]

C.S. Lewis once wrote,

"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief"

And I think we all needed to hear that.

[kh4osinkarnate]

Im aroace, but i crave another persons body heat next to me when i lay down in bed.

Im aroace, but i want someone i trust so much that we can have whole-body skin to skin contact without fearing that we will be harmed or advanced upon.

Im aroace, but i dont want to live in a house with just myself.

Im aroace, but i want to wake up to somebody i care for immensely every day.

Im aroace, but i want to bring another person along with me through this adventure called life.

Im aroace, but i want to feel loved and cared for and love and care for them in return.

Im aroace, but i want this all without romance; just closeness.

Im aroace, but i want a life partner that i trust above anyone else.

Im aroace, but i want to love with all of my heart. Just not the way others think i should.

Im aroace, but i have so much love to give.

[rebelfell]

When it storms like this all I can think about is driving somewhere with Eddie, like for a big group trip or something. Except you and he had to leave later than everyone else, so you’re stuck riding in his van and pissed ‘cos he’s so annoying and his music is so loud and he drives like a maniac.

And all the two of you do is bicker—over snacks, over music, over directions. You give him shit about the girls he “dates” and he gives you shit about the dudes who you can’t seem to get to stick around. You punch his arm so much it starts to bruise but he kinda doesn’t give a shit cos you’re actually kind of cute when you get mad…

And then when you’re like hours from home, but still a ways away from your destination, you drive into this bonkers rainstorm and it’s impossible to see and his windshield wipers are going at full speed, but not doing anything.

And as if that’s not bad enough, the van starts to make some horrible sound and Eddie has to pull over. And he tries to look under the hood, but it’s fucking dark as shit and you’re legit in the middle of a monsoon—wind whipping his hair in his face, rain soaking through every layer of clothing he’s got on. And you’re yelling at him out the window trying to figure out what’s going on, but neither of you can hear shit over the wind and the rain.

So you get out to try and help and that just sends him over the edge—What the hell are you doing?! Get back in there, it’s not safe! You could be hit by a truck or something!

And you just yell back that you haven’t seen another car on the road for hours because of course he wanted to leave as late as possible to avoid traffic and now you’re stranded on the side of the road at fucking midnight. And seriously?? He cannot believe you’re having this conversation now in the middle of the storm of the century.

So you climb back into the van, both soaked to the bone, both dripping water, him spraying you with more when he ruffles his wet hair.

And like…luckily you have your bags that you packed for the trip and some extra blankets and pillows in case the ones at the cabin are shitty. So you kneel back to back in the rear and change into some dry sweats to sleep in, tugging them on over dampened skin. And you don’t look—not on purpose anyway. But yeah, you catch a glimpse of his bare back that tapers down to his narrow waist and his slutty, twisty hips that make you wonder if all those rumors you’ve heard about the freak are at all founded in reality.

And the storm just keeps going, the sound of it pounding on the roof of the van almost deafening. And now it’s getting colder and you’re starting to shiver and the wind starts rocking the van and it’s not that you’re scared you just don’t like storms, okay? Is that so weird? And when a particularly loud boom of thunder rattles the van, it makes you jump and lands you in Eddie’s arms.

And Eddie finally breaks, coiling his arms around you tighter as you hunker down into the little nest of blankets you’ve made. Cos if given the choice between freezing his ass off and cuddling you…

It’s really not that difficult of a decision.

[2soulscollide]

How to write a novel using Notion

Hello, hello! Hope you're doing well.

Today I'm bringing you a step-by-step tutorial on how to get your novel done with this free notion template I've created.

So, first of all, imagine you have a bright idea. That's the first step.

Have a Bright Idea

There are many plot generators available out there for you to explore new ideas.

For this post, I'll be using RanGen.

Now that I've generated a couple of ideas, I will write them down in the section "inspo & ideas", to, later on, pick the one that suits me the best.

After picking an idea, it's time to start developing it.

Brainstorm

On Notion, go to the section "my novels" and create a new one.

Go to the menu, inside the novel tab, and open "brainstorm". Now, you'll write small phrases and topics about your main idea. After you've done that, you'll brainstorm some possible titles, character names, and plot twists. Also, I've included a place for you to add images to create some sort of inspiration board - this will be helpful to keep you inspired and to visualize the type of vibe of your novel.

Here are my results so far:

Good, let's head out to the plot!

Plot

The plot page is divided into 10 questions, which will help you understand better how your story will develop. This method is called The Snowflake Method and was created by Randy Ingermanson. It consists in writing down a sentence that describes your main idea and slowly developing it until you have almost every detail to start writing the first draft.

Note: I didn't fill out everything in this questionnaire, since I am doing this as an example for the tutorial.

After finishing the Snowflake Method, you'll have almost every character developed, as well as the main scenes of the story. If you need to add something else, feel free to go to the section "characters" to create another character, "scenes" if you want to create a full outline of your book, or "world building" if you need to add places that will take huge importance in the plot.

When you feel satisfied, it's time to start writing your first draft, based on the "scenes" database.



That's everything for today!

Thanks for reading, I hope this was helpful or inspiring!

Get your free Notion template here!

Note:

If you're using my template to develop your story and feel like sharing it, feel free to tag me on your post or use the tag #AuthorsCornerTemplate so that I can see <3

[gingerquakes]

I hear you in the notes of the symphony

That plays deep in the crevices of my soul.

As if I walked through the folds of time

Just to be with you again and again.

Be as you've always been, my love.

I was made to adore you.

[slyfoxscript]

The sun sees, what i do, but the moon knows all my secrets.

[callhergod]

Nature and Women are one in the same. Gazed upon by men, ruined with their grasp.

[notasoupcompany]

my high school graduation cap quote that still rings true

[mo0ngirl]

i love seeing friendship from the outside. i love roaming the streets of society as an observer just for those moments of seeing a few kindred spirits being boldly familiar with one another—laughing obnoxiously, talking loudly, walking so close together someone almost trips, pushing and shoving each other in excited reactions to whatever the topic of their conversation is. or, similarly, those rarer moments of watching two friends meet: in the foyer at a restaurant, when the door opens and the expressions of the entering individual and a seated individual shift from ones of searching concentration to exuberant joy at having finally spotted the other’s face, or driving downtown, when the car in front slows to a stop for no apparent reason but before any anger at their seemingly unnecessary lack of movement can ensue, a girl comes skipping down the sidewalk on the right with the brightest smile and an outstretched arm to throw open that car’s passenger and climb inside—suddenly, the muffled bass sounding from their stereo is turned up. they speed off in a way that tells you they were aware of the cars waiting behind them but in your mind the impatience is tempered by one lingering word:

“friends.”

[the-soulwhispers]

The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.

[stardust-musing]

She’s not the kind you tell to your friends about. You keep her every small detail for yourself; the way she carried her backpack, the little flowers on her dress, the way her hair moved, how her perfume smelled when she walked past you; and now you’re the only one left with this memory and you wonder if she even remembers you.

[rebelfell]

I watched this and immediately imagined Eddie as the roommate who’s agreed to make himself scarce and stay in his room for the night during your date (which is fine, you know, whatever, he totally doesn’t care if you’re having a date with someone that’s not him—because that would be so weird, he’s just your roommate, right?!).

But then at one point you come running into his room under some bullshit pretense and you’re like about to die from holding back laughter and he looks up at you like, what is happening???

And you can’t even say anything you’re trying so hard not to laugh out loud as you start letting out little stuttering farts. And now you’re both trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you wail as you finish. “He got black beans on my burrito.”

And Eddie just rolls his eyes and shakes his head at this guy’s rookie mistake.

“You know it’s only true love when you can fart in front of them,” he says, shooting you a wink that really should not make your heart flutter like it just did. You smirk back at him.

“Well, it’s a good thing you love me because I might be coming back here a lot.”

Then you’re gone as quickly as you had appeared. And it’s not until later, once your date has left and Eddie comes staggering out of his room, gasping for air and playing it up l like he’s been suffocating all night—that you realize the most fun you had tonight were the times you were in Eddie’s room.

But that’s totally normal…

Right?

[kcmuthafuckinbarbee]

The moon is my mother I feel her steady gaze As she watches silently Never judging She listens intently Always there she helps to teach me Lessons on self, and on love In quiet still moments and during the chaos she sits constant and comforting But unlike other parents Her lessons on obedience were scarce And her lessons on patience were extensive. She required that I question everything; including myself and Her, occasionally I begged her for answers. “Just tell me what to do!!” I’d shout at her while her kind face looked down at me. Never perturbed she would smile on me and quietly let me rant until I ran out of wind. I’d feel foolish for my anger later; always seeing her plan in the end. For the moon raises wild things; And a wild thing she has raised in me.

[diaryandgirl]

[gingerquakes]

My heart is constantly on the run.

I've loved and loved but that love has never been blessed on me.

And when I look in the mirror I always see a stranger staring back.

I don't know that I've ever heard the words "I love you" and believed it.

Eventually everyone leaves. Usually by choice but sometimes indirectly.

I used to believe if you hoped hard enough love would find it's way to you.

But I've learned that people are tricky and

Forever is just for a while.

And maybe one day my views will change and I'll be made a believer.

But one day may never arrive and I've come to terms with that.

Instead I'm going to fall for that stranger in the mirror and pray that I am enough.

Because my heart is constantly on the run and there's no looking back.

[letterstomonkey]

Paranoia

Fluorescently, I heard my name called

Like a rumor hovering over the whole school’s shoulders

Ending up scrawled upon walls of millennial pink bathroom stalls

Horrified, she holds in what today the voices told her

One girl walks into the word on the street

Winding herself up before releasing her grief

Like a patient erupts when asked what she needs

Horrified, she keeps secret what today the voices told her

Impatiently, I wait for my ego’s appointment

As the blue couch clouded my voices anointment

My vices paint melodies of watercolor incantation

I heard my ego’s atonement in my imagination