#Writing slump

[p4ndawrites]

Love never felt easier

Tags: Female Reader, love interest insert, no mention of Y/N

Hey Guys! So this is just me getting back into writing so sorry if it's a bit rusty. Eitherway I hope you enjoy!

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She loved him. Didn't she?

The constant thrum of her heartbeat that spiked when he was around had proven that. Though she played it off easily considering how playful she was around others, but surely…

Surely, this was different.

Perhaps it started with the small things, like noticing the way he would tap his pencil on the desk to fill the silence, the constant 'ticking' serving as a way for others to know that he was bored. Or how he wasn't afraid to be himself even if others thought negatively about him. The happy, over-the-top personality that somehow made it so much easier to hide the growing feelings she felt under a veil of irritation yet also made it difficult to hide the smile that almost always appeared when he was around.

When had it even started? Was it after she threatened to hit him with her bag? Or was it when she asked him over for their weekly movie night?

Maybe it had started when he had stayed over the night last month and woke to her silent sobs that she thought she could get out without waking him. When he wrapped his arms around her, teasing her in hopes her anger would overtake her sadness (no one said he was good at comforting others, but the thought counts) because he'd rather see her yelling than crying. How she had woken up that morning to his blanket being thrown over her own, him lying asleep on the other couch that somehow had been pulled closer to her own.

Or maybe, just maybe it had been because he never spoke of it again. He would tease and nag, but he'd never ask her why she was crying because he knew that she would have told him if she were comfortable with it.

Either way, the point is that she fell for him, hadn't she? Every action, every smile, every word, she had softened quite a bit recently towards him. No longer would she snap at him as much as she did before, seeming to go for more of a teasing approach just to see his smile widen as he took on the challenge.

Now that she thinks about it, she probably had been in love with him for a while and only realized it now when it was too much to ignore. People seem to think that it's easy for one to notice when their feelings change for someone, but how do you know when everything feels the same?

Same words, different font.

The point is, she's pretty sure that she fell for him. Now what should she do? No one gave detailed instructions on how to deal with the emotion, and now she was completely in the dark.

But all in all, no matter how irritating he may be and how many times she wished he had an off switch, she's glad she fell for him.

Because even though she's in the dark about what to do now, he'll be the light to pull her out of it.

He always is.

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[racfoam]

Rac: Writing slumps are the worst. There's onl 4 chapters left. 2022 me would have had this finished in 2 months, update each bi-weekly and bam, done. I hate how slow I became with writing. I feel my writing is bad.

Random post: It can be bad writing. Just write it.

[strawberryfemmesapphic]

Writing Slump

I’ve been in a writing slump for the last few months and it’s sucked. Writing is the one thing thats made sense to me my whole life. And if I don’t write, I don’t know who I am. I know people just want to help and I know it might sound over dramatic to say that I don’t know who I am without writing but it’s true. I have no new ideas, I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried writing short stories but they never pan out. I had an idea for a YA series but it never panned out either because I lost momentum.

[andreafmn]

Hello everyone! I know I’ve been MIA for a bit. March has been an absolutely busy month. Between house work, Olivia, and everything life, I’ve been in a serious reading and writing slump. But I promise I am trying really hard to finish the current 15+ WIPs I’ve started between my chapter es series and one shots. I really really am working as fast as I can.

I know there are many cliffhangers and long awaited chapters in my stories that y’all have been highly anticipating and I want to put them out as fast as I can. In the meantime please enjoy this latest picture of my daughter. And thank you all for being so patient 💖

[madameaddie]

IM ATTEMPTING TO GET OUT OF A WRITING SLUMP SO JUST LET ME COOK

[bipolaritysucksbutslaps]

guys, did you know that you can ask chatgpt to write you a scene, and then look at it and think, 'bruh, i could write it better'? it can actually help you getting out of your writing block??? this is my biggest discovery i'm actually so happy

[polyhedralmice]

Current techniques for turning enthusiasm for current project back on:

current mechanics in a different setting

make inspiration art in a bunch of styles (doodles, collage, mood boards, etc)

use character creation to make favorite characters from other settings and media

read through (giant) backlog of ttrpg pdfs to see how other people solve their problems in creative ways

Polyhedralmice casts INSPIRATION (please?)

[camouflagedlove]

think I'm gonna read my old fics to remind myself I can write

[eternalremorse]

I've had two Pina Coladas and somehow that's helped me get out of the writing slump I was in!

No, I do not recommend alcohol as a solution to your problems.

[lovelythethingsbrainrot]

Gonna be honest, I'm still in a horrible writing slump. I hoped editing would help get the juices flowing, but I'm struggling even doing that. There will be updates...

Eventually.

Probably.

[ithinkabouttzu]

my motivation to write is non existent atp, I just tried to write and ending up starting at a blank screen for 30 mins like this 😐

if someone has any tips or advice on getting out of a writing slump let me know!!!! 😭😭

[impulse-control-not-found]

Summoning the Will to Write when you're Stuck

(this is a repost from instagram :D)

So I've been stuck in a writing slump the last few weeks and now I'm re-visiting my own advice lol. Slumps suck—especially the writing ones.

Not actually stopping with writing

So yeah, this is probably some weird advice for someone in a writing slump, but from all the tidbits and advice posts I've seen, this one is most prominent! I tried it, and at first, it didn't help at all. Even just 5 sentences were difficult, so I thought to just move on from this technique because it wasn't for me. Then I realized, after spending the last few weeks world-building (thank you nanowrimo 2022 for the scrivener subscription <3) instead of continuing my draft, that I WAS still writing, which is where I'm trying to go with this point. If you can't continue writing on your draft, for now, work on your world-building or jot down scenes you want to explore way later. It's still writing, even if it's just notes.

Finding Inspiration (however that process works for you)

For me, that means listening to the songs I saved that remind me of my characters or scenes in my WIP or re-reading books that inspired me to want to become a better writer, or even browsing my WIP's pinterest folders or reviewing my world-building document to get back in the mood of my world. If I'm not too deep in a slump, doing this helps me tremendously!

Acting out your scenes

This might be a little strange to those who haven't tried it, but with an active imagination on your side, this might help a lot to get excited in your writing again. Sometimes, the cause of getting into a slump happens when I don't know how to continue a scene, and I just fixate on it with no answer in sight. Instead of staring at my screen for hours, though, what I usually do to hash out those details is by getting up, putting on my headphones, finding a song that fits the mood of the scene, and just start moving back and forth in my room and pretend I'm there as one of the characters or just the 'cameraman.' Again, a little weird but if it helps, it helps! (I've come to learn this is called Maladaptive Daydreaming LMAO)

Re-reading what you have so far

Re-reading what you've written already with no distractions or music or any will behind it can give you the will you need to get back into continuing where you had left off. Perhaps it's because you can be sent back into that brain setting of 'Creating! Writing! Words!' or just becoming more motivated again to finish what you had started when you read what you had first started with. I hope that makes sense... (this was the method I used back then to get out of a slump... i'll try it again and see if it works)

[itsswritten]

📢 announcement 📢

I am in a writing slump. I repeat, I am in a writing slump.

So sorry on any fic delays, but I’m in a bit of a funk! If you have any advice to get me out of this, that would be much appreciated 🫶🏻

But for now I might not have anything new till next week so I’m sorry :(

[kotias]

I just counted the amount of words I've written in about 13 months

And holy shit.

Finished: 95 416 words Currently WIPing: 202 243 words Total: 297 659 words

This isn't taking into account:

the RPs I might have done to help other writers out of their writing slumps

the small scenes and drabbles I might have written here and there for specific occasions

For anybody who needs to hear it: you will find your spark again, I promise you. I did.

In 2015, I was hit with a writing slump that lasted until August 2023, so 8 years.

During that slump, I would barely reach 3 000 words in 1 year, if I was lucky, and it would be tiny pieces of writing here and there.

This word count is about 100 times more than that, in 1 year.

I am baffled by this, and am so happy to see this.

The Good Omens fandom literally saved my creativity, and whatever happens in the future, this fact will remain.

Where I "started" in August 2023:

And He Fell (Good Omens)

The spear pushed through his wings and into his body a few seconds later, and he saw Gabriel walk past him, the records firmly in his hands. No spear, which he knew was still held by someone. The weight of his fate pushed him against his little angel, holding onto his arms as he crumbled at his feet, his head sliding down his torso as Aziraphale let go of the spear. His eyes… they were still warm. Full of pity. “Good job, angel. It was lovely getting to know you, and may we meet again on a better occasion,” he whispered with the last angelic breath he could draw. He felt the pain of each feather of his wings corrupting and falling, the agony of his cells rebuilding themselves entirely. His vision fogged as his eyes lost the Light, his legs, sprawled on the ground, felt excruciating torture as scales appeared all over them. But not a cry came from him. He looked at Aziraphale, gave him a weak smile, as his ears retracted and his arms rotted away. Aziraphale, the kindest soul to exist, did not retract, did not cower in disgust. He watched him, with pity, as the ground itself gave way under him and the hands of the Darkness grabbed him by the bust, dragging him into Hell. Tormenting path, as he had no hands left to catch his tears, no functional mouth left to scream, no legs left to run to him. Only one promise remained. I will crawl out of this pit, and I will damn you all, and I will drag you all to Hell.

Hissing and growling for the next millennium, shuffling his long and fine body on the ground, his heart never ceased to ache, even as his memories of the better times were fading away, leaving place to an undying hatred of Heaven and of their Great Plans.

Crawley was the name bestowed upon him.

Where I am now:

Warzone, my latest WIP - first chapter here, excerpt is from a chapter I am still working on (Deadpool and Wolverine)

“That’s it,” Logan said in a breath.

Wade nodded, placing his hands back into the bucket and hissing from the cold biting at his nerves. He came back to pressing his knuckles into Logan’s spine, just a little higher, until another snap was heard.

He kept going, slowly and methodically, pressing his hands, rolling his palms and fingers into the crooks of Logan’s body, feeling with each of his movements that the muscular back was relaxing under him. It made the pain of the frostbite slowly taking his fingers bearable; in fact, it made him feel warmer, from his chest to his stomach, like a warm blanket had been wrapped around him. That was an odd feeling, which he compartmentalized into a neat, small, locked folder of his mind that he had kindly labeled ‘Feelings I can’t deal with right now.’

Yes, of course he knew how he felt about Logan. Wade might be God’s perfect idiot, but he was no fool, and if anybody should know about idiotic feelings and unwarranted hopes for love, damn, he was a desperate bitch craving for attention—he was perfectly aware of the fact that what he felt wasn’t just the effect of blood rushing out of his brain after too bold and horny of a flirt. No, that was different. One author or the other might even tag it pining. And this, dear readers, wasn’t something he could deal with right away, not with Logan, not when he was in pain, and certainly not while straddling him in the middle of Al’s living room. Even if Logan did make crazy noises as he touched him and released him for a bit, even if he did not seem to reject him when he was being forward. He would reject the idea of Wade being interested in him, it would seem, but he did respond beautifully to him, enough that the folder he was hiding those feelings into was beginning to grow very full, threatening to burst back open at any time.

And Wade really hoped it would happen at the right time. Or at least, because he knew the universe hated him enough to spite him every chance it got, not at the worst time.

[mamazsposts]

hey my loves <33 i’m so so so sorry i haven’t been writing i’ve been in a big writing slump/i don’t have a lot of energy right now. i see your guys requests and i can’t wait to write all of them. i’ll try and get back into it as soon as i can. ❤️

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

I really hate to be this person but I'm at an extremely low point with my writing. I'm standing on the edge and am about to throw in the writing towel and say screw it, no matter how much I don't want to. But I just need something.

I have so many ideas and WIPs I want to finish, but then I look at the interactions on my last five or six fics and wonder if it is worth it.

I at least get a few people asking in the comments or sending me asks about the next part of a series but they don't give me any reason why they liked it so far or what they hope to see in the future.

I know I'm a mediocre writer at best and I never expect or think I deserve interactions of any kind. But I'm asking for just the slightest engagement. An ask, a reblog with a comment, a DM, just anything about any of my ongoing series or WIPs I've talked about so I can get out of this writing black hole I'm in.

Regardless, I do want everyone who has ever read, liked, reblogged, commented, or interacted in any way with me or my stories to know how much it means to me. Joining tumblr and meeting so many wonderful people and sharing our interests is the first time in over a decade I've really felt like I found a place to belong and I can never thank you all enough 💕