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10 Tips for Staying Motivated as a Writer
Staying motivated as a writer can be a challenge, especially when faced with rejection, writer’s block, or simply the daily grind of putting words on the page. But keeping your motivation levels high is key to maintaining your creativity and staying focused on your writing goals. Here are 10 tips for staying motivated as a writer: Set achievable goals: Breaking down your larger writing goals…
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#Achievable goals#creative writing tips#inspiration for writers#overcoming writer&039;s block#productivity for writers#Staying creative as a writer#time management#Writer productivity#writers block#Writers Self-discipline#Writing Community#Writing Discipline#Writing goals#Writing Habits#Writing Journey#Writing Motivation#Writing motivation techniques#Writing Porcess#Writing Struggles
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Just wanna say, writers, ESPECIALLY male writers: PLEASE write friends who are intimate.
Write friends who can hold hands. Write friends who can rest their heads on each other's shoulders. Write friends who lock arms. Write friends who hug each other when they reunite. Write friends who share food. Write friends who say "Wow, you look pretty today". Write friends that get embarrassed at compliments. Write friends who carry their loved ones when they're tired. Write friends who cry at the thought of losing each other and collapse into each other's arms, clinging to them. And write this with any gender. Male friends, female friends, trans friends, friends with different genders
Especially post-COVID, we're faced with future generations who've got a lot of complicated emotions that feel unwilling to be open and vulnerable with their friends. Prove them wrong. Teach them that it's amazing to be loving and open and vulnerable with your friends. Put it in everything you write. Because a kid or a teen watching a show/movie/book/play and seeing two best friends holding each other while one cries, or holding hands when laughing at each other's jokes will have a more meaningful effect on them than you might think.
#writing advice#writing#creative writing#writeblr#writer#on writing#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#Love#Emotional#motivation#stay motivated#Comfort#friends#optimism
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Anything Else?
TW: Noncon Drugging, Chain Restraints, Sadistic Whumper
Whumper smiled to himself as Whumpee struggled to focus their gaze. Their eyes refused to stay opened and on Whumper.
Not only were they tired from the past couple of hours of straight taunting, they were tired from whatever Whumper had injected them with. After getting the idea from a friend, he decided to try it out on Whumpee. He was very pleased with the results.
“So, what was all that you were saying earlier?” He asked with a knowing grin. “You said you were going to hit me, stab me, strangle me, get me back. Anything else you plan on doing?”
Whumpee’s lips didn’t move to form a response. Only a small exhale could be heard. The chains attached to their wrists and ankles holding them down to the bed didn’t rattle. He could see their eyes slowly starting to shut. Grabbing their chin, he forced their head up. “I’m talking to you Whumpee.”
Their eyes opened more before slowly closing. He hummed. “I thought you had things to say Whumpee. Why’re you so quiet now?”
Whumper yanked on one chain, forcing their glassy eyes to briefly lock with his. This was something he could get used to seeing. He smirked.
“You look so much better like this. You think I enjoy you thrashing around all the time? Nah, I don’t. I like you better this way.” He hummed. “Too incoherent to talk or even open your eyes. I wish I could keep you like this forever…”
His smirk fell as a thought occurred to him.
#whump#whump writing#creative writing#writeblr#writer things#writers on tumblr#suspense#Penni writes#noncon drugging#chains#can't stay awake#can't move#captive whumpee#sadistic whumper#i hope i didn't miss anything#drugged whumpee
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You know how you look up to someone and how someone looks up to you? Okay, now make it g/t
Lemme explain via example: Imagine a writer who types all their stories on their computer. Maybe they share them online maybe they are way too nervous to do that, and just keep it a secret hobby. Anyway, one day they leave their desk to do something only to come back and notice that their writing document moved to a different page, and their computer didn’t fall asleep like it usually did. This confuses them but they brush it off, telling themselves that maybe they were faster than normal and maybe accidentally moved the page.
However, it keeps happening. Each day they walk away for a moment or even longer, their computer never falls asleep and is on a completely different page. This starts to freak them out. So, they decide to walk away and then sneak back as quietly as possible. When they peek their head inside, they see a tiny little person at their computer, just staring at the screen. The writer watches as the tiny continues to read their story, and that’s when they realize, they’re reading the writer’s story. They walk in, spooking the tiny. The tiny is in shock, they can’t tell if it’s just fear of being seen or getting the chance to actually talk to the writer whose work they adore, perhaps a mix of both. Maybe the tiny gets overwhelmed and before the writer can ask the classic “What are you” question, the tiny burst into a bunch of questions about the story the writer is writing. The writer taken aback by this, just awkwardly answers them and tries to ask them a question only for the tiny to continue asking questions. Eventually the tiny remembers that “Oh right… I’m not supposed to be seen…” and cautiously asks if the writer is upset with them and whether they will hurt them. The wrier assures them that they are mad and won’t hurt them and are honestly glad that their computer wasn’t hacked or there was a ghost or something. Also, how could the writer ever hurt their biggest…well smallest fan?
Maybe they build a friendship where the tiny helps the writer with ideas and getting over those writing hurdles. Hell, maybe the tiny even was inspired by the writer and tried writing their own story and shares it with the writer. Maybe the writer gains the confidence to share their stories online or even publish their work all because one little person loved their work. Perhaps the tiny, with the help of the writer, shares their own stories while hiding their identity as a tiny from everyone. So many possibilities! Just tiny little fans, forgetting they should probably focus on not being seen and not “What is Character’s favorite thing to do when they are bored?” Like sweetheart probably not the best time, but go for it.
#g/t#gt#gt idea#g/t idea#g/t ideas#g/t thoughts#g/t thought#g/t scenario#giant tiny#gianttiny#giant/tiny#Imagine having a tiny fan who loves your work and really wants to chat with you but you know...#that nervous 'omg famous person talking to me?!?!?!?!!?!?' moment? Make it 10x more wild#Oh yeah my fav artist is talking to me and they're a giant!!! The nerves would never end#But they still be cheering you on#all your tiny little fans in the wall who love to see you be creative#It's me I'm the little fan in your walls cheering you on#and so are all those who are to nervous to actually interact with the community#I see y'all and i get it#I was one of you too and you can stay hidden for as long as you like and if you wanna reveal yourself too thats cool too#Also also shout out to the writers#cause we love you all i promise#just some of us are a bit hidden#also i'm just dumb sometimes lol
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The difference between being a kid and being an adult is my imaginary friends are now called Original Characters and people will say stuff like “[X] is so well observed”
#jane posting#growing up is scary#but i stay silly#creative writing#writer#writing#characters#oc#sillyposting#nerdcore#fiction writing#imagination#creative art#wholesome#meme#stupid#funny#lol#childish#growing up#adulthood#lgbt#autism#adhd#adhd girl#adhd things#jokes#real#shitpost#storytelling
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being a writer is like:
"I love this character with my whole heart" [continues to doom them by the narrative]
#writing#writer#writers on tumblr#fiction#doomed by the narrative#wei wuxian#not mine but dear god is he doomed#my wips#original character#one day I shall share them on here#creative writing#author#book writing#short story#novel writing#thankfully my poetry is safe from doomed by the narrative#but tbf I write more lyrical poetry anyways#me hearing kabert discuss Juno Steel as if they didn't off his whole family and give him trust issues#bless rita she's the only one who stayed the whole time
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I am enough. I am OK. I will just stay. Here. By Myself.
#I am enough.#I am OK.#I will just stay.#Here.#By Myself.#Kalavathi Raj#QUOTUS#poetry#spilled ink#poets on tumblr#spilled words#spilled feelings#my poem#quotes#inspiring quotes#my word#my words#spilled thoughts#poetic#quotestoliveby#quoteoftheday#writers of tumblr#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#writers and poets#writers#female writers#writeblr#writer stuff#creative writing
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#84
There’s been a new series of attacks on the city. Nothing that anyone can blame on current villains, no—this is the work of someone new. Someone crueller than the rest.
The hero can’t catch them. No one knows why. The hero always shrugs and promises to try harder when people ask. No one knows. No one can know.
A building blows up, the hero gets called in, she’s always too late. The superhero is slowly losing patience, but appearances matter—the hero always throws them her best winning smile with a pledge to bring the fist of justice down on the vigilante, and her word on it seems to calm them down a little.
Easy. Keep up appearances. Stay alert. Don’t get caught.
This is the hero’s mantra that she always repeats to herself, minutes before she gets her inevitable call to the crime scene.
Keep up appearances. With a flick of her wrist a match lights, pushing the gloom back slightly. Stay alert. She carefully holds it to a long fuse at her feet. Don’t get caught. The light sparks, and the hero starts to make her getaway before the bomb sets off and the building collapses on her. She sets her stopwatch—three minutes. Okay.
Across the hall. Downstairs. To the main door and out—
“Fancy seeing you here.”
The hero whips back, with barely contained horror, to face the villain, leaning against a doorframe and smirking at the hero like he knows something. The hero’s insides twist nervously at the expression. “Didn’t take you for a derelict building kind of gal,” he continues casually.
“All the city is under my watch,” she snaps a little too quickly. “Derelict buildings are in my care, too, just as much as the populated ones are.”
The hero can hear the hissing of the fuse upstairs, even from here. The villain can too, from the way he tilts his head thoughtfully. Or maybe she’s imagining things and he can’t hear a thing.
She moves to get past the villain. He leans across the doorway as if that can truly stop her. It wouldn’t, but catching the villain in an about-to-be-blown-up building was not part of the plan. She fixes him with a hard glare instead. “I suggest you move,” she spits, but the villain only laughs.
“What, no time for a dance with your favourite criminal?”
He holds his hands out to her like he’s serious but she bats him away. “Leave, [Villain],” she demands, praying it sounds more like a command than a warning. “You shouldn’t be here.”
She shoves past him and he thankfully moves this time, stumbling back into the doorframe as she skirts around him. He follows her as she lets herself out the main door, and she’s distantly thankful that he’s so persistent.
“And you should?” the villain snaps harshly. “The agency sends its finest out to wander about buildings five seconds from collapsing?”
The hero would laugh at the irony if she wasn’t so worried about how close they are to the door and how short that fuse surely is by now. She turns to him and hopes her usual heroic smugness is sitting in its place.
“If you want to dance,” she says, quicker than can be played off as smooth, “we can do it where everyone can watch.”
She turns to run but the villain catches her arm, uncharacteristic concern etched into this expression. “What’s going on with you?” he asks softly. “You’re acting weird.”
Fuck, he knows. He’s going to carefully pry a confession out of her like he’s the good guy. Okay, I’m the big scary villain everyone’s looking for! I’m the one bringing the city to its knees! Then the villain will arrest her or some shit. He’s an undercover hero. He’s– he’s going to tell the superhero, her life is over. He knows, he knows he knows he knows—
The hero’s stopwatch beeps cheerfully from her pocket, and before she can think what she’s doing she tackles the villain to the floor.
Whatever noise of surprise the villain made at the contact is lost to the deafening boom of the bomb erupting, gutting the building without a care. She can’t see it—doesn’t want to, not really—but the debris scatters across the street like a taste of the carnage behind her. She can see some of the disaster in the reflection of the villain’s widened, startled eyes—fire, smoke, and merciless, cold-hearted destruction.
The villain finally manages to tear his gaze from the mutilated remains of the building and back to the hero. She can’t meet his eye. He knows. There’s no doubt he does. She stares at where concrete is jabbing into her palms instead.
“Did you just save my life?“ His question almost sounds offended. The hero almost laughs at the unexpectedness of it.
“You’re welcome.”
His gaze flits back to the building crumbling over the hero’s shoulder. “You—” His voice catches on nerves. She’s never seen him actually scared of her before. “You did that. You’ve done all of them.”
No point in lying anymore. “I have to do a lot to get the agency’s attention nowadays.”
Something pulls at the corner of the villain’s lips, and it takes her a moment to realise that it’s a smile. Unabashed, delighted, like he’s just stumbled across a pile of gold.
“You’re on the wrong team,” he says. “There’s a place for someone like you with us.”
And, to be honest, the hero knows he’s right.
#creative writing#writblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writing community#heroes and villains#hero x villain#oooooo its new yearsssssss#will i stay up til midnight tonight???? when my body clock has me up at 6am without question????#yes obviously. pray for me imma be so tired tomorrow. but hey. theres fireworks
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I'm just sayin', you don't truly know how fucked up and concerning your writing can be, until you actually start reading the words you have just typed up.
#we need therapy#like really bad#lol rip#honestly trying to tone my stuff down but jesus h christ#why is it lowkey cathartic tho#ngl#writing#writers#writers on tumblr#a03 writer#writing memes#writer#writing humor#a03#stay safe out there#stay hydrated#idk#writing stuff#writeblr#creative writing#writing my heart out#a03 humor#a03 meme#original fiction#fanfic writing#therapy is expensive#💀
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Prompt;
Everybody sits around the campfire, laughing and cheering and telling stories. It might just be paranoia, but you swear you saw a pair of animalistic eyes in the dark. And you SWEAR there was only 10 people here before, not 11.
#i know I’ve been gone for….#*checks time* 2 MONTHS??#um oops thanks for staying ig???#writing prompts#writing prompt#writing#creative writing#writing inspiration#writer inspo#writing ideas#writer ideas#story prompt#prompted writing#story inspo#story inspiration#story ideas#story prompts#writer inspiration#writers of tumblr#writers#creative writers#writing practice#writer#writers on tumblr#writeblr#creative writing prompts#creative writing prompt#prompts#prompt#writerblr
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Your paw on my hand,my dear friend
It was you with me when I was at my end
You licked my salty tears
And I saw you there
Your shiny eyes and everlasting smile
It doesn't last though,when we're away
I swear no human can love as pure as you do
To them you're just a pet
To me you are my friend,my companion
My support,the only face that makes me smile no matter how grim I am
I talk to you and I open my heart
Knowing that you won't give it away
Knowing that you might not understand but you try
People come and go
But you,please stay
I've heard them say "Pets are just a chapter for us,to them we are their whole book"
Yours is the chapter I adore,I annotate,I come back each time when my eyes feel soar
And your smile paints on my face
I've never smiled so much
You made me heal,for real
And you are my favorite chapter
Keep your paw on my hand longer,my friend
Stay
#pets#my pet dog#i love you#friendship#stay#my writing#writing#poetry#poetic#life#poets on tumblr#spilled thoughts#writers and poets#life quotes#my thougts#spilled poetry#spilled ink#free verse#spilled feelings#spilled poem#spilled words#creative writing#love
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Please Stay In View
We're up all night again I don't want to waste my time with you I'm angry that I have to blink every so often I'm scared you'll vanish from my view and I'll wake up, still sleeping on my friend's living room floor while Tiger Army plays and moss growing
Please don't leave me alone I don't want to lose sight of you right now I'm still having trouble believing you are real am I in a rubber room somewhere
Hey, if this is insanity then you can count me in
Another night, arms wrapped around you legs wrapped around me this is how we worship the silver moon Please don't be just another delusion I can't handle the idea of you being a fantasy and I feel like I've got a good grip on this Your mouth breathes hot air in my ear And I'm inclined to believe this moment is true
Please stay here with me When this over, don't tell me to go home Let me lay in your bed again So I can hear you fall asleep and watch you breathe
I've never known something so relaxing
#writers and poets#poems on tumblr#original poem#poem#poetry#spilled thoughts#spilled feelings#spilled writing#writing#my writing#spilled poetry#spilled emotions#spilled words#writers on tumblr#poets and writers#creative writing#writerscommunity#writer#crmsnmth#Please Stay In View#The girl with the ocean blue eyes#love#young love#romantic#lovers#couples#love couple#intamacy
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Urggh... Don't y'all hate it when your book makes an entire genre change in the second draft?
#dear story#for the love of god#stop changing so much and just stay still!!#writerscommunity#writers on tumblr#writeblr#author things#author#writer stuff#creative writing#writing community
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Whumpuary Day 9: Can’t Move | “Stay. Please.”
TW: None
@whumpuary
Whumpee coughed. Everything hurt. It hurt so much he couldn’t even move. How sick he felt didn’t make it much better. He felt glued to the bed and cold. Even with the four blankets layered on top of him, he still felt like he was going to freeze to death.
Caretaker finally came into the room, a bag in his hand and a coat on. “Sorry I took so long. Traffic was no joke today.” He seemed out of breath as if he’d been running. Placing the bag down, he reached inside and pulled out a medicine bottle. He left the room to rinse out the small plastic cup that went with it. He poured the medicine into it and helped Whumpee sit upright to take it. Afterwards, he helped him drink some water. Laying Whumpee back down and tucking him back in, Caretaker shrugged his coat off as he turned to leave.
“Stay.” Whumpee croaked. “Please.”
Caretaker turned back around. Based on the urgency in Whumpee’s voice, he couldn’t ignore the request. He hung his coat on the footboard of the bed and lied down next to him. He pulled Whumpee into his arms, the blankets still wrapped around him.
“It hurts…” Whumpee whined.
“I know, I know. I got you a different medicine so it won’t hurt so much and your fever will die down. It’s going to be over soon though, okay?” Caretaker placed a kiss on his forehead. “I promise.”
#whumpuary#whumpuary2024#whumpuaryno9#can't move#Stay. Please.#whump#whump writing#sick whump#sickfic#caretaker#caretaking#whumpee x caretaker#caretaker x whumpee#if you want#no bad caretakers this time#we love bad caretakers#but we need good ones too sometimes#creative writing#writeblr#writer things#writers on tumblr#penni writes
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today, cupimon prays for your happiness too.
#digimon#cupimon#oc:elise#made myself draw more personal oc art when not working on comms haha#tbh the motivation behind this was a moment of weakness. like. wanting people to tell you you have done well and everything will be ok#but i also want to heal others that way. it's complicated. the world only seems to get harsher and harsher#holy or angel type digis are good picks for such and cupimon are adorable#imma be realistic this is a pretty tough time to be alive. let's not even try to compare with past eras or the like#the truth is so many of us are struggling so friggin hard we don't even know it anymore bc it's become so routine to our life#but it's honestly? really twisted? if you think of it that way. we're so used to suffering in life. it's so sad.#can only hope things get better someway. somehow. may good news even a little arrives to each of yall this week#btw really sorry folks. after the ai fiasco this site has gotten itself into i'm gonna post even lower res version for my newer works jic#artists writers creatives. do stay safe. keep yourselves and your work safe as much as you can#do what you need to do regardless it matters to you or not ok!#png
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In all other religions, the god wants you to climb up a ladder to get to him, but in Christianity, our God came down the ladder to get to us. In all the other religions, we need to clean the house, set the table, and prepare a nice dinner for the god, but in Christianity, Jesus sets the table for us.
Stay Here by Jacob Coyne
#stay here#jacob coyne#God#Jesus#book#mental health#writing#christian book#nick vujicic#words#jesus#jesus christ#christ#god is love#god is good#god#holy spirit#the holy spirit#creative writing#bible#reminder#text#scripture#poetry#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#writerscommunity#writeblr#writing community#christian faith
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