“writing” - x
“writing” - x
I don’t know what happened, but it doesn’t rain anymore. And they’re all gone, our parents and our friends and the elders and everyone but us three. What’s so special about us…that’s something I wonder every day. What made us worth keeping in this empty city of sand and stone and whispering corridors? Maybe it’s the fact that we’re the only ones who noticed things fading.
so this is a plot bunny thingie I wrote a while ago:
We live in the ruins, me, Luce, and Pan, and whoever shows up day to day, stumbles in drunk on delirium, whispering insanities, wasting away in our arms. We always carry them the rest of the way, when we see them on the horizon, but by the time they get to us it is always too late. They’re gone; the sun has smoked away their thoughts, they only continue staggering towards us because it is what they know. Perhaps somewhere back at the beginning of their journey they see the spires and think of them as beacons of hope, but once we get to them they stop, and they know nothing anymore. We get them to the creek and try to get them to drink, we pour the water over their faces, over their fingers and toes, but it never works. They float away in the shadows of the birds, swirling in circles above them, waiting for an ebb in the flow of the water over the rocks to strike.
We, us three, are the only ones who live here. We live in the towers, in the stoned streets, in the sanded down corners of the homes, in the winding passages, in the hidden staircases, in the dust and the dirt and the grime. We grit our teeth, swallow our pride, beg the heavens, ask for rain, ask for snow, ask for no more eggshell blue, ask for clouds.
But nothing ever comes, and the eggshell blue lives on forever, and we wait, and we carry the bodies when they come, and we wonder about our lives. When we are in bed, late at night, we think about our childhood selves. We do not admit it to one another, but I know they have the thoughts and the dreams just as I do, of years past when there were people, and there was not just eggshell blue but all the colors a sky should have.
/I know this is fairly scatterbrained but doesanyonethinkthisisworthpursuing?/
Where has this been all my life!?
ugh ugh ugh ugh
if you need to use a word other than “said” for your dialogue 90% of the time it means your dialogue isn’t good enough to stand alone without you freaking explicitely telling the reader that they… “spoke.”
They fucking spoke?
I’M SHOCKED I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT THOSE QUOTATION MARKS.
OH THAT WAS A “COMMAND”?
I NEVER WOULD’VE GUESSED FROM THAT IMPERATIVE SENTENCE.
HUH S/HE “THOUGHT” THAT?
WOW WHO KNEW I CERTAINLY DIDN’T I MEAN JUST BECAUSE SOMETHING WAS IN FUCKING ITALICS.
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I CAUGHT UP TO PAR
I SURPASSED PAR
reblogging to main account because HEY OOOH I FEEL AMAZING IN THIS MOMENT RIGHT NOW
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Alright so I’m incredibly sorry to say I don’t remember where I got this from, and I can’t find it to credit it from, but one nano-er I saw on the interwebs offered up this way of making sure you get a lot of writing done without killing yourself for hours on end:
1. At the start of the hour,…
reblogging for the nano-ers who following my main blog but not my writing one
If you’re finding yourself stuck with your NaNoWriMo project this year, I have a few suggestions for you. I’ll be posting some throughout November. If you have more tips you’d like to tack on, please do!
- Read. If you’re finding yourself facing that brick wall, get up, walk away, and read a chapter of a book. Make it one you haven’t read before, or one by an author whose style influences and inspires you. It’ll wake your brain up and get you ready to take your story into your own hands.
- Jump around. If you’ve never tried it before, jumping around to different parts in the narrative can help you work out how things should go down the road. Working on that scene where Raina has to choose between saving her father and saving the love of her life in chapter twenty-six might help you figure out where to take that stand-off in chapter ten.
- Make a Pinterest board. Or an inspirational tumblr, or just save a bunch if pictures to a folder on your computer. When you get stuck because you can’t figure out the right way to describe your hero’s hide-out, turn to the pictures. Pinterest will also give you some mean recipes for hot cocoa and blended coffees to carry you through.
- Stop editing. I mean it. Stop looking at the sentence you just wrote and keep going. If it’s driving you crazy because you can write that dialogue better, set set aside some time at the end of your writing day to go back and re-do it.
These are just the first few I had collected. Let me know if you have any more. What helps you get to 1667 words in a day?
here’s to all the sleepless writers out there
i’m a sleepless writer are you?