Dear Struggling Writer,
How beautiful is it that we get to create, that we, as writers, get to make worlds and characters and stories? That we get to weave and string together words into any way we wish?
I hope you remember that.
So, I heard you’re struggling. It’s okay. I think we all do a little bit, always. Read on for what I hope will spark a little motivation in that heart of yours.
I’m going to tell it to you straight.
The only way to write is to write. I know… shocking, isn’t it? I want you get whatever it is you use to write, a laptop, a piece of paper, a notebook, whatever, and I want you to open your document. Go ahead. I’m waiting.
Your characters are waiting for you, too.
While I wait, I’m going to give you a few reminders because you’re here for a reason and I want to help.
STOP COMPARING YOUR FIRST DRAFT TO FINISHED WORK!!!! This, I think, is probably one of the most important things to remember when writing. Your work isn’t going to perfect the first draft, so stop comparing it to that book on your shelf. You’re in the very beginning stages of your novel (the first draft or two). You’re still getting your story out, and you haven’t had the chance to polish it and edit it. Please, no comparing.
Just start. I know it’s hard. I know. Trust me. START WRITING. How else will you tell your story? I know it’s difficult to continue. Maybe your story isn’t everything you wanted it to be. Maybe you’ve been struck with a new shiny idea. It’s hard to stay focused. It’s hard to stay motivated, especially when this story that you’re writing, that story that you’re becoming familiar with, isn’t so new, isn’t so mysterious. Really, all we can do it write.
Create a writing schedule. Write everyday. Write as much as you can. Treat it like it’s your job. When you get into the rhythm of something, it’s easier to keep with it. But, don’t forget to take care of yourself. You can take breaks.
Change something up. You usually write at night? Try waking up early to write. You usually write at your desk? Write outside.
You have to believe in yourself.
Writing is hard. Neil Gaiman says it best: “This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy and that hard.”
I really suggest taking a look at V. E. Schwab’s YouTube video “On Shiny New Ideas.” This really helped me a lot. It changed my mindset completely.
Quick Writing Messages:
your characters are waiting for you
you create entire worlds and complex characters. that’s so cool. be proud of yourself.
one day, you will be someone’s favorite author.
only you can tell the story you’re writing. it’s your story. it’s being told with your unique ability to write with your personal take on it.
there’s no right way to write.
it’s okay to feel unmotivated. it’s okay to take breaks.
writing is a long, tedious process. be kind to yourself.
write because you love it. write because you get to be and see and experience hundreds and hundreds of different things. we are royalty and thieves and teenagers and mentors and teachers and lovers and haters and masterminds and heroes. writing is the coolest thing ever. enjoy it.
you can do it.
I really hoped this help. Now, go write that story of yours. It won’t be perfect, nothing really is, and it will take a lot of work, but at least you’ll be doing it. It doesn’t matter how much you write—one word or a thousand—go do it. GO WRITE!
Signed,
Another struggling writer
P. S. Here’s a quote. “You fail only if you stop writing.” - Ray Bradbury
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Wonderful 2D animation project by the amasing Sergio Pablos !
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This is a great fic of Mc and sieg! I love how the Mc is ♡
You were innocently sitting there when the big man came over and talked to you. You didn’t want to be mean but you couldn’t just ignore him, so you kindly smiled back and him and laughed at what he was saying. What you didn’t know was that Sieg was watching from afar. Not watching, glaring. He was glaring at you from afar while he took a sip of his drink. From his view, you sure looked like you were having fun. He knew that you didn’t want to be here today at the party but he made you come anyways. It wasn’t like he didn’t know the big guy, they were acquaintances and met at a couple of meetings but he didn’t like what he was seeing now. What if you left him? You guys were official and it’s been only a couple weeks but he couldn’t think about not having you in his life. He couldn’t take it anymore and slammed down his cup on the table before exiting through the door, his drink spilling on the table. You heard the commotion and looked up from the guy talking to see that Sieg had left in a huff. You cocked your head to the side before you excused yourself and followed Sieg into the hallway. “Sieg! Hey Sieg!” You called after him but he didn’t stop. You stopped mid-way and fell down clutching your ankle.! “Ow.” You said as you continued to clutch your ankle. Sieg stopped and turned around as he heard you cry in pain. He saw that you were on the ground and he felt his heart drop. He ran over to where she was. “Are you okay?” He asked as he tried to see where she was hurt so he could help. ” I told you those heels were too high, why did you wear them?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figured out what was wrong. You watched with amusement as concerned crossed his face. “Move your hand and let me see.” He said. You smiled and stuck out your tongue at him. “Just kidding.” You said as you stood up. “I’m okay.” You said as you gave a twirl to provide it. He watched you turn with your usual smile and he let out a sigh of relief as he stood up, his poker face on. You could tell that something was bothering him as you watched him. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked him but he didn’t give you an answer. “Hey.” You said as you gave him a poke. “Tell me what’s wrong,” “Nothing.” You stared at him pointedly, “Don’t lie to me. Just tell me.” But still he was quiet, looking to the side and not at you. “Where’s that cocky attitude now huh?” You asked him. ” I told you, it’s nothing.” He said.”It was getting too hot in there, I just wanted a change of scenery.” You nod your head, but you knew it was a lie. “What are you doing here?” He asked you, still not looking at you though. “Shouldn’t you be inside with that guy?” A smile curved on your face, finally getting why he was upset. You tip toed on your toes and leaned back and forth, nudging him with your elbow. “I’m not going anywhere. I rather be with you.” You said as you gave him a smile, Upon hearing this, he smirked. Finally he turned to look at you. “Are you sure? He’s on the up and running.” You shrugged your shoulders and nodded your head, ” Yup,” you said as you turned your body to face his. “I’m sure.” He smiled and pulled you closer by the waist. You looked up into his eyes and you could see all the love he had for you, and you were practically melting in his arms. He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips, that left you breathless and made your knees weak. He pulled away a little, and said, ” Lets get out of here.” Still trying to catch your breath, you could just nod your head as he pulled you by the arm, and you guys had your own little party in his room for the rest of the evening. 😉😉
(First story, so pls be nice to me🙈🙈 I’m sorry if he seems to be out of character, but when I thought of this, his face popped up through the whole thing… So.. lol probably going to take it down…)
talk about yemen. talk about the 63,000 yemeni children that died of preventable causes. talk about how the UN dubbed it “ the world’s largest humanitarian crisis ”. talk about US’ major role in backing Saudi Arabia’s bombing. talk! talk! talk! this needs to get the deserved and much needed attention.
seth rogen explaining it in the simplest way possible (i don’t agree w anything he’s ever said in the past in which he has discriminated anyone and been outwardly racist!!!)
Which story was it for your last mpd post?
It was Kirisawa's "Is he jealous?" On sweet cafe :D
good job everyone
Hi! Here is a blog that I honestly needed to work on for any writing I do. When I'm not trying to drown my sorrows in tea, you can find me writing on Ao3. I'm a English graduate who got a job to fund her 2D boyfriends. I love art, gardening, traveling, and my cats.
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