Google documents is the best, never use Microsoft word. Microsoft word always seemed to delete my writing, especially good work that I had worked a long time on. Google documents is so much better and won’t crash or do that. It will save you alot of time and hassle and it will save the document for you whenever you change or add to the document. You can also write offline but I suggest not doing it, for saving purposes always connect to wifi when you write so you can make sure everything is saved for you.
Search and find will become your best friend. What I mean by this is that if you can’t remember a specific scene all you have to do is look up a word that is in it and it will take you to that scene. It’s good for when you try to piece scenes together so it makes sense to the reader. Along with search and find I’m sure the word counter will also be your best friend as you get further into your story and want to know how many words you are at.
I hate the blank spaces at the end of paragraphs. I feel like the whole space needs to be lined up with the next paragraph. More words are good anyway in a novel. Writing is just like art, the more white space you see the less stimulating it becomes to the consumer. Be creative with your words.
As you go deeper into your story it becomes harder to produce more pages. Everything has to make sense as you write, which slows writing. I suggest printing it out and placing it in a binder. One you have the document encase anything “should” happen and two you have an easy resource to look at as you go through pages on the computer itself.
Your first draft is just that, it’s a draft. So don’t be so hard on yourself and think that everything you write is total crap. Most of it will make the cut, some of it will not. There is always room for improvement with your writing.
Pinterest! Pinterest is my favorite because I use it to collect pictures, make boards for writing, writing prompts, etc. For constant inspiration use pictures, quotes, anything writing related for yourself. This will later help you out in the long run when the faucet is tapped out and you get stuck. This also can be said for music, if it inspires you listen to it but don’t let it dictate your writing. (Best friend suggested that you make a play list for yourself, you can get ideas as you listen to songs that you feel pertain to your writing.) For music I suggest: Youtube, Spotify, iTunes of course. There is also Pandora and any other social media platform that you prefer to make playlists, etc. Music is a mood changer, choose wisely when you write.
When any other idea pops into my head I will update this list. Keep on writing!
Boombox Day 4: Role Reversal I saw a lot of great drawings for this day in the tags, but I decided instead of switching their personalities, I’d switch up both their lives, so that Lucio had to end up surviving in a post-apocalyptic Brazil, and Junkrat lived in an Australian future where a corporation was trying to enslave the outback. God, I’m finally done! It was fun to mix up their designs and come up with my original take on it all, but… jfc. Spent way to much time on this.
Long ass explanation of their switch-up under the cut!
On tonight’s edition of unrelenting insomniac thoughts: This one throw away line in this one scene that only serves to set up that something is rotten in the state of Riverdale that I’m pretty sure has haunted only me.
(Is Riverdale a state? is that established yet? or is it like Puerto Rico or Guam, a territory picked up from the Spanish years ago that isn’t a state and just hangs there in limbo and pays taxes without representation in direct conflict with the us constitution? or is it just a weird offshoot of Alaska or Vermont that the states refuse to talk to or about during family reunions? They have maple trees and snow in Vermont, right?)
This scene gets so much more depressing and telling once you know F.P. has been coerced into playing the fall guy for Clifford Blossom and, unfortunately for my brain, raises a million more questions that I fear will never be answered. (Literally, there’s like, at least thirty questions that i know will never be answered without at least a season dedicated solely to F.P. Jones II and the mystery of why he looks so much better scruffy and slightly manic.)
Like, how long has F.P. been ‘playing his part’ of the town drunk? Fred made a comment about F.P. stealing, but I don’t recall anything him commenting about being an alcoholic (then again, the whole story seems to be written from Jughead’s p.o.v. and what he knows. This is also the show that refused to say abortion or concede there’s anything harder than weed despite showing a dead, o’ded body in the last episode and continuing graft of political figures. Which raises another question: Is sheriff an elected position in Riverdale? Is that why Roscoe Keller (is that his name? I feel like he’s a Roscoe despite the entire internet telling me his first name is Sheriff) was biting at the bit to arrest someone for a murder, regardless of how tenuous a motive it is? He needed election money from the Blossoms, much like Mayor McCoy, to fund his election campaign? Or did Clifford merely promise him a new Keurig and pinball machine for the station? Was he so jealous of Riveradle high’s ample supply of coffee and coffee related accessories that he accepted money from Clifford? I’ll bet he decided on a KISS pinball game. He looks like a closet KISS fan.).
This is basically a huge list of books. Summer is already over, but you can read these during any free time you have.
Fluent Forever by Gabriel Wyner
“The ultimate rapid language-learning guide!…At thirty years old, Gabriel Wyner speaks six languages fluently. He didn’t learn them in school – who does? – rather, he learned them in the past few years, working on his own and practicing on the subway, using simple techniques and free online resources. In Fluent Forever Wyner reveals what he’s discovered.”
Moonwalking With Einstein by Joshua Foer
“Moonwalking with Einstein recounts Joshua Foer’s yearlong quest to improve his memory under the tutelage of top “mental athletes.” He draws on cutting-edge research, a surprising cultural history of remembering, and venerable tricks of the mentalist’s trade to transform our understanding of human memory.”
What If? by Randall Munroe
“Serious scientific answers to absurd hypothetical answers.” The humor and information in this book reignited my interest in science after a tiring school year.
The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Maria Kondo
“This international bestseller featuring Tokyo’s newest lifestyle phenomenon will help you clear your clutter and enjoy the unique magic of a tidy home—and the calm, motivated mindset it can inspire.”
How to Become a Straight-A Student by Cal Newport
“Real straight-A students don’t study harder–they study smarter… "How to Become a Straight-A Student” reveals for the first time the proven study secrets of real straight-A students across the country and weaves them into a simple, practical system that anyone can master.“
Make It Stick by Peter C. Brown, Henry L. Roediger III, Mark A. McDaniel
“Drawing on recent discoveries in cognitive psychology and other disciplines, the authors offer concrete techniques for becoming more productive learners.“
A Mind For Numbers by Barbara Oakley
Whether you are a student struggling to fulfill a math or science requirement, or you are embarking on a career change that requires a higher level of math competency, A Mind for Number soffers the tools you need to get a better grasp of that intimidating but inescapable field.“
The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp
“Creativity is not a gift from the gods, says Twyla Tharp, bestowed by some divine and mystical spark. It is the product of preparation and effort, and it’s within reach of everyone who wants to achieve it.”
Flow by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
“Remember the last time that you were so focused, so motivated that you felt at the absolute top of your form – alert, energized and free of self-consciousness? Chances are you were experiencing flow – an almost euphoric state of concentration and complete involvement.”
The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg
“The key to exercising regularly, losing weight, raising exceptional children, becoming more productive, building revolutionary companies and social movements, and achieving success is understanding how habits work.”
A/N: God, forgive me, for I have sinned. Literally, don’t read this if you don’t have the intention to go to hell because I’ll be right there with you for writing this. This is my first ever smut so I hope you enjoy it as much as you can. My imagination went somewhere else in order to write this so make sure there’s some water near you, because you’ll need it.
Warning(s): Just filth. Pure filth, daddy kink, inappropriate use of ice-cream
Word count: 2,975
Pairing(s): Joker x Reader / Joker x OC (Original Character)
She thought that she’d never get tired of being intimate with her boyfriend. That they’d always keep it new and playful in the bedroom. Never once thinking that her lover would one day fail to make her feel like their relationship was something extraordinary, as it was. However, no matter how hard he pounded or how deep he filled her, it never felt more than a quick fuck in her mind. The same old tricks of the trade when she knew he had something more up his sleeve.
The man was the Clown Prince of Crime.
The King of Gotham.
He wasn’t a boring man, nor an uninteresting man. In fact, early on in their relationship, he had used toys. He had used foreplay. He even tried his hand at dirty talking. But low and behold, their sex-life had dwindled away to the point where she had no more excitement left in her. It was like their spark had died out and they now had to settle for… simple sex.
She refused to believe that there was nothing they could try to spice things up. But every time she tried to advance on him, he would just shrug her off and slide into bed. Playing it off with a cold,
“The heist took it out of me. We can do it in the morning.”
He was gone before she woke up every morning.
Come to think of it, she hardly saw him anymore, even if he was in the house with her. He was always either out on a heist or in his office all day trying to plan for the next one. She wasn’t allowed in his secret sanctuary of high security safes with stolen money and top secret files only he had the right to just look at.
She missed him.
She missed her lover with his never-out-of-place vibrant green hair she could spot from a mile away. His wild cackle he calls a “laugh” that he only softened for her. His o-so-kissable bright red lips that he always used to steal her lipstick to paint over. His dark, meaningful tattoos that contrasted so well with his beautiful bleached body. The way he moved, the way he expressed himself that made grown men shake in his presence.
She just wanted him back.
She wanted to kiss her boyfriend.
She wanted to hold her boyfriend.
She feared that she might actually go just as insane as he was if she didn’t find a way to attract him again.
Of course, she had the pleasure of making him feel good and that made her happy. But what kind of girl doesn’t want to show herself off for her man? Who doesn’t want that special attention from the one she loves?
Deciding that it was time to take immediate action, she knew that her plan would go one of two ways. Either it would end up with her being sprawled out on the huge mahogany desk in his private office being “taken care of”, or, end up with her being screamed at for thinking she could enter his untouched room without permission and injure their intimacy further.
“Fuck it,” she thought aloud, “Ride or die type, right? Let’s give him the choice of whether or not he actually wants me to ride or die.”
Coming home with bags upon bags filled with tubs of ice-cream, she now started to wonder if their freezer was big enough to fit all of them inside.
Subconsciously, she shrugged her shoulders as she literally stopped in the middle of their living area to think about it before continuing to haul the bags to the kitchen.
“Oh, Mister J, you’re gonna love me.” She muttered to herself as she giggled at the thought of her plan.
Beginning to put all of the tubs in the freezer, she heard a door slam and footsteps padding along the floor.
Was that him?
He’s out of the office for once in his abnormal life?
Rushing to where the footsteps could be heard, she spotted his signature fluorescent hair and practically sprinted to the man she had grown to love. He was wearing, as usual, no shirt but she didn’t complain. Who would? The man was practically crafted by the Gods. His tight-fitting trousers hung low on his hips, exposing his prominent V-line which made her mouth water. She enveloped him in a giant bear hug as she jumped and swung her legs around his torso while snuggling her face into his neck.
“Doll, you’re killing me here.” His deep, gravelly voice sounded as he wrapped his arms around the girl that had attached herself to him to ensure she wouldn’t fall.
She loosened her grip, only slightly, and lifted her head up to look him in his blue, icy eyes. Another thing she missed about him.
“You’re out! I feel like I haven’t seen you for 53 years!” Her excitement was bubbling as she had no intention of suppressing it.
“But… You’re only 21.”
“You can shut up.”
“Just kiss me.”
And so he did. Their lips crashed together and moulded perfectly, as if they were missing puzzle pieces and were only made for one another. The smiles both of them had on their faces during that rare moment were ones of pure dedication and trust between two people.
The innocent kiss escalated into something more heated when he pushed her up against the wall, his hands either side of her head and her legs tightening around his abdomen to bring him closer. Hands reached up into his silky hair and tugged gently, making a groan escape from his open lips before he nibbled on her bottom lip and moving to her neck. She kept her eyes closed and focused on the man pressing into her as she felt him sucking on her sensitive skin.
She nearly lost herself in the little bubble they had created around them but she realised she still had a plan to carry out amidst all the sexual tension. She caressed his cheek, pulling him up to meet his gaze and bit her lip.
“As much as I want you to take me right here, right now, I got something planned out especially for you, Daddy.”
Unwrapping her legs, she let him go and instantly felt lost without the pressure of his body pushed against hers. Instinctively following behind her, his vision now clouded over with a sense of lust and want, her boyfriend grabbed her wrist and turned her around. She slammed into his chest with the force he exuberated on her before smirking up at him, gently rubbing their bodies together to create friction.
“Where do you think you’re going, doll face? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” The low growl coming from him indicating he needed her now and was not prepared to wait for a stupid plan she thought of.
“Mm, but you’ll like this surprise, J, I can guarantee you. Just be patient with me? Please?” She pecked his lips, hoping he’d understand what she was trying to do and listen to her. “Go back into the office and wait for me. I’ll be there in T-5 minutes.”
She knew talking in “heist-terms”, as she liked to call it, made him excited and that’s exactly what happened since she felt him twitch through his tight trousers. A smile and a wink was sent in his direction while she walked off. Surprised that he didn’t protest when she brought up the subject of her walking into his office, she heard him begrudgingly make his way back into the room he finally came out of and close the door.
Working quickly, she rid herself of her everyday clothing, leaving her in her black lacy undergarments. A shiver ran through her body as the cold air hit her, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin. Forgetting the cold and remembering she had a man waiting for her, probably feeling very uncomfortable in his pants, she took the ice-cream scoop into her hand and carefully placed two scoops of the vanilla sweetness onto a cone, licking it once because she couldn’t resist.
She put the tub of fresh ice-cream back inside the freezer and walked towards the entrance of the one room in the house she had never been in before. Taking a deep breath, she knocked and cleared her voice, “Mister J?”
“Come in.” The invitation took a while to register with her before slowly turning the gold handle and opening the door.
The room was stunning with a high ceiling and marble floor, a white rug sitting in the middle of it. The walls painted to match the rug, her eyes followed up to the sparkling gold chandelier that illuminated the room. A large vault was situated at the back, behind where her man was sitting, and she assumed he had tidied up as he was expecting her arrival. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as she examined every detail of the area. She didn’t know when she would be allowed back in so took her time to soak in every ornament and burn it into her memory.
“You having fun there, baby?” His voice broke her trance-like state and she snapped back to reality. She felt a sudden coldness running down her chest and in between her breasts before she looked down and realised the ice-cream she was holding had begun to melt and drip down her, not realising she had titled it at a weird angle when she was inspecting the place.
“Shit.” She cursed before licking at the rim of the cone to try and stop any more from running down. All the while her tongue was working it’s way around the cone, J had leapt up from his sitting position and approached his girlfriend, licking up the valley of her breasts to remove the trail of ice-cream. A gasp emitted from her lips as she felt his warm tongue make its way up her chest and push into her mouth as he enclosed her lips with his, making her taste the sweetness on it. Moaning into the kiss, he lead her to the middle of the room and sat her on top of his desk, as she predicted would be there, and ran his pale hands up and down her sides.
“Was this your surprise? Ice-cream?” He questioned, grinning up at the lingerie-clad woman.
“What, I thought I’d try something new.” Her own smile replicated his as she held the cone in front of his lips and watched him suck the some of the melted liquid off the top.
There was something oddly arousing looking at the most feared criminal in the city in the eyes and see him lick an ice-cream cone and have it drip down his chin.
“You know, doll. The ice-cream’s great and all, but I would much rather have your juice running down my chin.” As soon as those words came out of his mouth, she physically twitched and felt her pussy become even more slick, if that was even possible.
“Well what are ya waiting for? Be my guest.” She unclipped her bra and slid the straps off her arms, asking her boyfriend to hold her cone for her beforehand though because she “didn’t wanna drop it”. He shook his head at her, chuckling and pressing his lips against hers once she took the item of clothing off.
Holding the cone, he absentmindedly swirled the ice-cream around her nipple, erecting it almost instantly. A whimper came from her throat before he pulled away from the kiss and started to suck on her breast, lapping at the sweetness it was covered in.
“J…” She sighed and leant her head back as the man standing in between her legs worked her nipple. Slowly, he trailed down her stomach and pushed her body onto the hard surface, laying her down. She took the ice-cream from his grasp, allowing him to pull down her skimpy panties and expose her glistening mound as he let out a growl by just looking at it.
“Oh, baby girl, how I’ve missed your pretty pussy.” He commented before pulling his hand up and teased her by tracing his finger around her lips and inner thighs.
“Please. Don’t tease me.” She looked down at him and pleaded with her eyes.
“Please, Daddy.” She answered quietly.
He shifted his gaze to the cone in her hand and his eyes lit up with mischief and desire. Grabbing said cone, he titled it and waited for it to drip on her clit and run down, causing her body to jolt at the sudden coldness and shiver in pleasure.
After a few drops had melted, he decided it was enough for now and flattened his tongue on her before dragging upwards. The mixture of the ice-cream and her own pussy collected in his mouth and it tasted heavenly. He groaned as he sucked on her bundle of nerves which sent vibrations through her body before she moaned out loud and gripped the side of the desk. Her reaction only spurred him on further as he picked up the pace on his assault and run his tongue down to her hole, pushing inside and felt her tighten around the muscle. Starting to fuck her with his mouth, he brought the ice-cream back around and let it drip onto her clit again, the sweet juice running down on his tongue. Her cries could be heard from next door but neither of them cared.
She felt that she was close to her release now and pulled on his hair, bringing him further into her.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!” She begged and arched her back.
“J, I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” Her eyes glazed over with lust, anger and desperation as she watched him innocently take a lick from the cone.
“Oh, but, baby, if you kill me, who’s gonna fuck you like you deserve to, huh? Who’s gonna make you cum when you’re a good girl? And who’s gonna punish you when you’re not?” His voice lowered into a sexy whisper as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall down his legs, palming himself through his boxers.
“… I do like it when you make me cum…” Her eyes fixated on his circular motions his hand was moving on his crotch before she reached out and pulled his underwear down for him, stroking his length.
“I know you do, doll, and that’s why you’re gonna be a good girl for Daddy right now and suck his cock.” He demanded, her jumping off the desk and onto her knees in lightening speed.
Her lips made contact with the tip and rubbed the pre-cum over it before allowing the head to be pushed into her mouth and sucked. His head fell back and grabbed her hair into a make-shift ponytail as he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Take more of Daddy’s cock.”
Wasting no time, she obliged and engulfed as much as she could into her warm mouth and swirled her tongue along the underside, beginning to suck hard. She placed her hands on his thighs to keep herself steady as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft, revelling in listening to his sounds of appreciation and tightening his grip on her hair.
She suddenly felt a cold liquid against her lips and looked up. He was rubbing the ice-cream on himself, the kinky bastard. She pulled off with a pop and grinned at him, letting him coat his dick fully. He growled at the sensation of it covering him before she ran her tongue up and down to taste him and hummed on his cock which made his hips buck into her mouth resulting in her gagging. The feeling of her throat closing up on his tip made him go wild and he pulled her off, pushing her back onto his desk and rubbing himself up and down her soaked slit.
“You want this?” He asked with his deep voice and looking her in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the cone from his hand and licked it.
“Go ahead and fuck me, Daddy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice and slammed himself into her, letting her adjust for a moment as they both cried out in pleasure at the new feeling they hadn’t felt for a long time. Once they were ready, he didn’t hold back in pounding into the tight walls that kept clenching around him, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum, baby girl. You wanna feel it in ya?” He reached down and rubbed circles on her clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and making her moan so loudly she was pretty sure the whole of Gotham could hear her.
“Yes, please, Daddy, I want your cum. I’m so close.”
He felt her pussy clench one more time around him and it sent him over the edge. Releasing himself inside his girlfriend, he stilled his movements and groaned as he felt her do the same. She screamed and gripped the desk so tightly, she could’ve sworn she broke a bone, her juices running down his cock and onto the desk.
Heavy breathing was the only sound that could be heard and the whole room smelled like sex and sweat the two of them created. They rode out their highs before he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling her close while she wrapped herself around him.
“We might need to get some more ice-cream for next time.” He joked, not knowing she bought gallons of the stuff earlier in the day.
“Don’t worry about it, Mister J, I got it covered.”
Painted outdoor furniture, string lights and colorful accessories set the stage for a summer get together.
If you paint outdoor chairs or tables, be sure to pick the right type of paint. Rustoleum 2X spray paint is a great choice, as is Behr Premium Plus Ultra exterior (be sure not to use interior paint). A semi-gloss sheen makes painted furniture easier to clean.
When I was 13 years old, my little brother was getting bullied by a kid
in the neighbourhood. One day I confronted the kid’s father. He told me he
didn’t know anything about it. You know what his problem was? It was his
goddamn job to know.
Pairings: Stan Uris x Reader, Stan Uris x Female Reader.
Word count: 861
Warnings: None, really. Mentions of anxiety and of late nights??
A/N: thank you for all of the love I’ve been getting! If you would like to request something just private message me. And feel free to send me asks! I hope you enjoy this!
It was only three weeks after the whole ordeal had taken place but he couldn’t forget, he never would. That event would scar and torture Stanley Uris for the rest of his life, however short or long that may be.
In his mind, he was replaying the exact moment where he turned around in the tunnel, thinking he heard Beverly. Cursing himself, thinking how could he be so stupid? They all knew what It was capable of, he knew all too well, so why did he fool himself into thinking it truly was Beverly? And all of this, the overthinking, the staying up till the early hours of the morning, the not being himself around his friends, did not go unnoticed by Y/N. Y/N noticed it all, how could she not? Y/N and Stanley had been friends since she could remember and they both treasured their friendship more than anything. In fact, Y/N was surprised that her own fear hadn’t been losing Stan, losing her little bird, as she liked to call him.
“Stanley! You can’t go in there, you’ll get mucky!” Seven year old Y/N shouted at her energetic little friend, Stanley Uris.
“I’ll get mucky? We already are! Now come on, I have to see the hummingbird before it gets away!”
Y/N followed Stan through the trees and the flowers. She hoped they wouldn’t be too long, she knew she would get in trouble if she strayed too far away from where they parked their bikes, but for Stan, well, she would do anything.
“Look, look! It’s up there!” Stanley whispered in a quiet hush, he didn’t want to disturb it.
“There! Look, Y/N, beside the other bird. The little bird.”
The two sat under an oak tree watching the birds interact with one another.
“You see, Y/N, you’re like that hummingbird. Unique, charming and weightless.”
“Well, if I’m the hummingbird…. then you must be that, that little bird!”
Y/N was no bird expert, just because she bird watched frequently with Stanley, didn’t mean she had picked up all the tricks of the trade. She could rarely guess the actual type of bird it was, but she always gave it her best go.
“I like that, in fact I like it a lot.” Stan replied with a curt, gracious smile.
Stan snapped upright, reclining his upper body completely vertically. He was screaming and sobbing. He had just had a night terror, he had been having them ever since that night. Y/N shot up alongside Stanley, she immediately turned to her side where Stan lay.
“Stanley! Stan, please calm down. Please, it’s fine. I’m here, I always will be.”
Y/N shook at his shoulders, trying to get him to look at her. If he could only see that she was there for him, he might be able to calm down. He continued screaming though, he was scrambling about on the sheets, desperate to be anywhere but there.
“No! Y/N! You left me, you all did! You made me go into Neibolt, I didn’t want to but you made me!”
Y/N stroked his curly hair in an attempt to soothe him.
“Please, Stanley. Calm down, let’s talk.”
As the girl next to him continued to play with his brown hair and whisper calming things, Stanley soon managed to calm himself down.
“I just can’t stop thinking about it, Y/N.”
He lay his head on her shoulder and continued to cry. He wasn’t holding back, he was letting it all out. All the anxiety, the stress and the events that were breaking him down little by little, were slowly being whittled down as he confessed how he was really feeling.
“It’s just so difficult to forget,” He went on, “I can’t just move on like Richie or like Eddie. I’m not like them and I just can’t do it. I want to, believe me, Y/N. I am trying my best but I keep reliving it in my head. Each time thinking of what I should’ve done and knowing I didn’t do it. I just wish it never happened, Y/N. I want to be normal again.”
His words broke her heart, they truly did. She couldn’t believe he had been bottling this all up but she was so relieved he was finally letting it all come to the surface.
“I know, Stan, I know. I understand why you’re struggling to forget, it’s hard. Some of us, we can forget just like that. But some of us can’t, and it takes longer for us to process things. Both are valid and both are equal. It doesn’t make you any less of the sweet and kind man I know you to be.”
His cries slowly turned into whimpers and them into sniffles.
“I’m so lucky to have you, Y/N. I don’t say it enough, but I truly am grateful. Thanks, Y/N.”
“You’re welcome, my little bird.”
The two sat their for hours. Cuddling, nuzzling and singing sweet songs to one another that they knew the other liked. They both treasured it dearly and Stan knew that this was the start, the start of his recovery.
So you have any advice for people who lose steam while writing the outline or the story in general?
I do actually; I used to struggle with this some in the first three or four years I started writing. Here are the things I’ve learned along the way. Hopefully something here will help you too!
— Two major points that a lot of writers, including myself, agree on:
(1)You don’t have to jump into your story right away. All new ideas seem really cool, whether they be characters, worlds, plots, etc. But not all these new ideas will necessarily stick with you, and I guarantee you all of them can be developed into something better than the original version if you give them time and thought.
Don’t be afraid to write your new ideas down, and then step away. Think over them for awhile. If you keep developing the idea without actually writing it, does it get more interesting or less? While it isn’t necessary to keep yourself from writing or outlining if you have motivation for it, if you keep starting projects and then dropping them, this can be a good way to weed out which ideas you really like and which don’t hold your attention.
It also allows you to build a hoard of ideas so you can combine. An amalgamation of all your favorites might be more fun for you and it usually creates a more interesting overall concept, so long as you think through how all the pieces fit together ;)
(2) You have to force yourself to keep going. Almost everyone loses motivation for their project at some point. Complete stories take months or years to finish. No writer is ever going to go an entire year without have a new idea they like better than their current project. Most can’t go even a month or a week.
As a writer, your job is to keep writing consistently until you get your motivation back. Jot down the new ideas that are calling out to you, and save them away for later. You will never finish anything unless you force yourself to. That’s life. It’s hard, but it’s a choice you have to make.
— Two things that I’ve done personally to make it easier for me to stick to one project:
(1)Unique reward systems. My goal when writing is to write a chapter every week. (My chapters are 5k-6k long.) If I write my chapter before the end of the week, I let myself work on a different project during the leftover days. This encourages me to finish my chapter and gives me a break from my main project while still allowing me to work on writing oriented things.
The one downside to this is that you have to be self motivated. Writing is just that way. You must tell yourself you’re going to do something, and then do it.
(2) Role play. This is particularly helpful when you’re someone like me, who has new characters popping up weekly. Whenever I have the inspiration for a new character, instead of immediately writing a story with them, I role play that character with my wonderful rp partner.
This gives me a chance to explore who the character is, and could be, in a fun, fast pace writing environment. It lets me decide whether I want them in a story, and how they might engage the reader during the course of that story without actually devoting time to writing something I’ll probably throw out or change later. (And it’s fun. Writing novels can be stressful. Sometimes you need to detox.)
tl;dr: There are some good tricks to helping you maintain your motivation through the entirety of a project, but at the end of the day, it’s up to you to push through and keep writing, even when you don’t feel like it. Just be sure to reward yourself after :)
I would love to hear any of the tricks YOU’VE developed! Feel free to comment or reblog with your own advice =D