#writeanything

[respectthepetty]

I'm always on Tumblr, so I'll be reposting, but I'm on a work trip, so I can't write my normal long ass posts about colors until Sunday-ish even though I was able to watch the finale of Secret Relationships and have so much to say about it!

But I know y'all saw the colors, so I probably won't even have to write anything!

[orivu]

i bought a huge whiteboard lately & its been so fun for me i can just writeanything draw & list & erase stuff . plus erasing feels so good so nice so .. grahh *explodes*

[comiiical]

I have raid tonight and honestly I dont want to actually do it but nonetheless, I gotta. Will be here till then so let me know if you want to writeanything with me and any of the pinned post muses

[sophrites]

Overcome Writer’s Block

I’ve experienced writer’s block many times in my years of writing. Writer’s block is when you lose all motivation to write and, maybe, you don’t have any idea what should happen next. It almost feels like you’re swimming in an endless river.

So, how do you overcome writer’s block? Here are some tips I have used that really helped me.

1. Take a break. You heard me. If you keep trying to write through this dreadful moment, you’ll probably end up with unexplainable plot holes. Now, I don’t mean do nothing when I say “take a break.” I mean to imagine what happens next in your book, visualize it. Or, you could read a book or watch a movie to hopefully, receive inspiration.

2. Find the cause. Why are you losing motivation? Why can’t you write the next scene? Ask yourself these questions: Is my plot getting boring? Why don’t I feel like writing this scene? Figure out why and try to fix it. For example, if your plot is getting boring with unnecessary dialog, make the character do something stupid, or embarrassing. 

3. On a separate document or piece of paper, write anything. And I mean ANYTHING. Describe the taste of an apple or the sight of a tree in your backyard. As you’re writing, you might be hit with a sudden plot idea.

4. Set goals! (And complete them, of course.) Create a consistent writing schedule and perhaps a goal of how many words you’ll write by a certain day. Give yourself a meaningful reward if you manage to complete your goal!

5. Edit. In my opinion, editing my previous work is so much easier than writing. If you’re ever stuck in writer’s block, edit what you’ve written before. This helps you understand your plot and characters better, which can lead to motivation.

Experiencing writer’s block is completely normal and does not define who you are as a writer. I hope these tips help you in the future!

[myjoyousfeature]

After reading the last page of the book you don’t want it to end. Knowing you enjoyed the book. Later on you might read it again. In a different kind of reason inside a book can make its way into some actual surprises. Feeling like you’re living throughout every scene from it. #writeanything #write #writesomething #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CqGT9pBp_CS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cleverbarefoot-man-blog]

relationships

the other day I had a conversation with someone about romantic relationships and he told me this about it, relationships are like cars, sometimes they break down and then you need to fix them, sometimes you need to go to the dmv to do checkups to see whats wrong so it can be fixed.

[unchartedsailors]

when its 11:30 pm on a sunday night and have an eight page paper due the next day but have completely forgotten how to write bc you havent slept in two weeks straight 

[astolfofo]

ABOUT THIS BLOG

Literally. I woke up one day and decided to type on keyboard. I guess. 

DNI

It’s not that deep, just don’t be rude or stupid 😭🙏

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

Anything nasty💀💀💀 If you know what I mean…

[steampoweredpixieproject-blog]

From the other side of the two-way mirror, a man was watching her calmly. Maris was a young girl, very smart, good grades. He had invested a lot of money in being able to isolate her for this, to remind her of who she was. He had honestly imagined she would have broken before this. She stared in horror at her mirror. Just as she had been beginning to cry, her lips began to turn blue. She ran to her bedside table, looking for something to help her breathe. If she was turning blue, she wasn’t breathing, right? The panic made sense to her. What could help her? Maris was frantically looking for a bag or something, anything, else that might help her. She began to run through the possibilities as to what was hindering her breath. Was she having an asthma attack? No, her chest would hurt and she hadn’t been active enough. Was the air too heavy with carbon? No, she was not feeling light-headed, which she would with oxygen deprivation. Was she hallucinating? Why would she be? Was there something wrong with the food she had eaten? Shouldn’t her stomach hurt then? Was she quarantined because she was sick? So many possibilities were running through her head, but by the time she had found a bag beneath the bed, she caught a second glimpse of herself in the mirror. So much had happened since she was pulled from school last week. Her dark hair was curling and kinking, a transgression caused by not having hairspray or a flat iron in this room. She felt like she was towering over everything in this room. The mirror was only 4 feet tall, leaning against a wall, like one in a child’s bedroom, but she had to stand several feet away from it to capture her entire 5’11” frame, making her only more aware of her height. Now though, her normally clear skin was blue in patches. Across her neck, along her jawline, covering half of one of her eyes, a greenish blue was creeping out, like a moss beneath her skin. Her ideas were no longer flowing, but her panic was growing worse by the second, only making the reaction faster. The creeping teal carved its way across her nose, pooling like spilled paint beneath her eyes in a familiar set of dark patches. She was turning blue. Not the metaphor, not suffocating, she was turning blue. Maris could begin to feel the pain welling up in her chest, and in one last attempt to stop what was happening did the only other thing she could think of. She screamed. The man tugged his ear, a habit he developed in his youth, as she began crying out for help. There was no one else in the facility anymore, of course, as it was nearly 3:30 in the morning. Most everyone else was home, in their own beds, aware that the facility would release her if she was in actual danger. Her vitals were not high enough yet for the facility to perceive that to be the case. Joseph would still turn to look at them on occasion. He didn’t want to idle if she began having a panic attack. Currently, she was merely upset, but her breathing and heart rate were not to the point where they would be debilitating. Part of him wanted to tell her to calm down, but he knew it would stop the reaction if she could get ahold of herself. She needed to remember this part of herself, even if she didn’t want to. He still had trouble listening to her scream. He looked across the data board to see if he could dull the sound transfer.

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Hello, beauties! Day two, albeit a touch late, of the writing practice. I ran out of inspiration for this one quickly, despite still liking the premise. Oh well, here’s hoping my inspiration for today is better.

Signing off,

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[jollywriters]

One of the most valuable and often painful ways to improve your skills as a writer is to seek constructive criticism on your work. Gaining good quality feedback, however, is harder than it would appear. However cringeworthy it may be for your favourite characters or settings to be seemingly torn apart, it does not compare with the insipidness of short or meaningless feedback such as “nice story, I liked it, it was lovely”.

Good advice for what areas of a story to look at when giving constructive criticism from the writer's perspective. 

[myjoyousfeature]

Something should lighten up that poetic mind and let it be placed in a different format. Allowing it to feel like there’s that strong power to go with it. Putting it in a whole stimulation. There may be something called a poetic light or some other thing. Having that doesn't make it so much more meaningful. Visualizing it in a perfect story. A poetic sentiment may be set in a story. #write #writesomething #writeanything #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp0Qofyr34T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myjoyousfeature]

In this beautiful twilight, she sits down as the sky rises into something. To see it at that time of the evening may actually melt through its beautiful scenery. Have some time to sit in her backyard and do something she loves to do. She writes in her journal as the sky turns to its evening scene. With her favorite candle being used as a light when she does something she can certainly believe that it was a moment that can feel like peace. Knowing that the moon and the stars are about to arrive. #write #writesomething #writeanything #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5KkWLpZlk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myjoyousfeature]

Hope can lead to that wonderful moment. Also adding peace and joy. #write #writeanything #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Co5KIgwp0l8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myjoyousfeature]

Their story has a bit of something. Aware that it will continue to grow. A story in which can add up to so many things. After all, there is something magical about their story. Letting it continue that story in their own way. #writesomething #writeanything #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Coc5-NgJcCj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myjoyousfeature]

A deck of cards can represent so many things. Let it resemble the everyday life. It makes you think there's so much to talk about. Adding so many moments to lean on. Putting it in that own personal story. Anything that can be represented by a deck of cards is so much different than anything else. These decks of card can always be use at anyway. #writing #writeanything #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn40R8XpeV4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[myjoyousfeature]

There's a creative life she can really cherish. Knowing there’s so many things for her to do. She is capable of bringing such creativity into writing. Writing can definitely cherish these thoughts through her. Art has most of that creative work for her. Figure out a way to bring that artistic spirit. She can experience the moment of creativity. Knowing she's able to use it in a unique way. #writing #writeanything #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnma1xqLYXP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=