Aspiring Writer - Blog Posts

You are the air I need to breath. My body has grown dependent on you and you don’t even acknowledge my existence anymore. I’m suffocating without you. And you learned how to breathe without me.

theheartoftheplanet

I’m planning on doing NaNoWriMo in November, so expect snippets of my writing to start to appear daily 

For that second time stopped. Their eyes meeting in an everlasting moment. Breathing slowed as those pairs of brown eyes met each other for that infinite moment. Love at first sight may not exist, but for that moment those two strangers felt a magic. And cruel faith must be for their paths were never to cross again.

Me, my mind, and sad thoughts

Seeing the notes I wrote for my book and it’s like

No?? I don’t understand?? What was past mae thinking??

Writing tidbits

The way when I write with no plotting is so so SO different to when I'm plotting LMAOOO.

No plotting:

Vague idea of plotting:

PLOTTING:

LMAOO I think this is why i do NOT plot at all for my WIPS

i have had this story idea in my head for almost a DECADE. i have filled notebooks with it. i have filled my notes app with it. i have worldbuilt this world so hard. so many character and stuff. and it comes to 11,000 words only?? like what on earth. i’m so sad (-,-). i want words to be flying. i’m on chapter 3?? of like part 1 and i’ve just started and it’s already SO HARD??! ugh

anyways,,

my oc :: my main character::

lemme tell you i love her she’s hilarious and she’s not even here yet. her dad?? hilarious like i can’t wait to write him he will be so funny i alr know it. she’s like mwah but she will be going THROUGH it. my baby.

is it just me that gets random ass whole SCENES just in the middle of something. like i’ll be talking to someone or walking across the road and then BAM!

i now have a whole conversation between two characters in my head. my one (1) notes app is getting ABUSED at this point.

me: talking to my friend

brain: what if : FIGHT SCENE

me: takes out my phone and my fingers are flying trying to get this down

friend: ??? what’s going on???

like bro,,, this scene::

just came out of nowhere. no idea how?? but still like wow (sorry for the blackouts but i want this to be a suprise!!!)

like writing is such a mood i once woke up in the middle of the night with a whole scene written out and just??? went back to sleep and woke up like yeah that tracks

Excerpt from my WIP Dead above.

The book so far consists of messy notes and pieces of different plot ideas that don't fit together built up over two years. Most of them are my frantic half asleep scribblings that don't make any sense lol. Now i just need to build my Frankenstein.

Screw it , I'm going to write this book.

Former gifted kid doesn’t immediately understand her homework and breaks down at her work desk (three dead, five injured)

Help needed for a novel concept.

I have been toying with the idea of writing a novel, mainly for my own enjoyment and feeling of accomplishment, but I am quite worried it'll turn out too similar to TSH ... I would like to tackle themes of obsession with image and social prestige, but I've seen many works of fiction you can tell were influenced a bit too much by Tartt's work.. if anyone has any tips to help prevent this affect, that'll be appreciated.

I sit here and put words on a paper that I otherwise do not dare to say. I don’t know who to talk to. When I mention what I think about I get told that it’s only because things are just not going my way right now. Funny. I suppose things haven’t been going my way last year either. Or the year before that. Or the year before. I don’t remember not feeling like this. These words, there the same. For years now. I’m writing them down because I’m unable to say them to anyone.

I’ve reached out for help before. Got weird looks from people when I told them that I need to talk to someone. Got told that they wouldn’t be able to help me because I just needed to get over this. Everyone feels like this once in a while.

I went there once. Got told I felt like this because I’m not taking control over my life. The situation was uncomfortable. I didn’t go a second time. They asked for feedback afterwards. What was I supposed to say? Thanks for not listening, I still don’t know how to not hate myself. How to not cry. How to make my chest stop hurting. How to stop feeling like I’m drowning.

Now the thought of talking to someone is even scarier. I don’t like to talk to people anyway. What if I take all my courage and ask for help again, only to be told it’s my own fault? I know it’s my fault. I tell myself that every day. I don’t need another person telling me the same.

Potential

Hush

Too far, too wide, too fast

Not yet

Don’t go

Don’t, won’t

Don’t, can’t

Not now

Beware

Hush now

Haven’t done, won’t do

Couldn’t do, won’t do

What can I do?

Can’t do

And can’t and can’t and can’t

I’m scared

Don’t ask