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Reminder: if you’re trying to develop a regular writing schedule, but find yourself staring at the screen for hours before you manage to type a single word–if you manage to type anything at all–end each writing session at a place where you know exactly what will happen next.

Take the time to figure out where your story’s going, and how it’s going to get there, before you call it quits for the day.

It may be tempting to stop writing at a place where your brain has run out of words and you’ve put everything you’ve got on the page, but eating an entire cake in one sitting sometimes seems pretty tempting too, and it’s just as bad an idea. Stopping where it’s easy to stop makes getting started the next day So. Much. More. Difficult.

A lot of productivity is based on momentum. It’s easier to keep going than to start from a dead stop. So if you start each day with something easy, a continuation of the previous day’s work, moving forward with your story will become a much less arduous task. You might even LOOK FORWARD to sitting down at your desk and getting to work.

Save some of your cake for tomorrow. Future you will appreciate it.

(And if you save a particularly delicious scene to write for tomorrow, future you will REALLY appreciate it.)

freaky-zombie-chick  asked:

Today is my b-day ((the 28th)) and I was wondering if I could smooch a certain skeleton or at least a hug.

*Of course!  Happy birthday, my zombie friend~! <3


Horrortale birthday wishes.

There’s a cake on the table when you enter the skelebros’ house, one that was obviously crafted by Papyrus, and the icing is shining a slick, dark red.  It looks lumpy and uneven, but there are candles protruding from the top that illuminate the dark interior of the house–all different styles and sizes, dripping multi-hued wax onto the icing.  

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Papyrus shouts, lumbering from the shadows and bending his spine to grin at you.  “I HEARD FROM SANS THAT IT WAS YOUR SPECIAL DAY!  AND OF COURSE, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS AN EXPERT AT MAKING DAYS SPECIAL, SO I WENT WITH HUMAN TRADITION AND BAKED A CAKE!”

You feel a skeletal hand grasp your shoulder, and Sans steps from the shadows, his usual manic grin stretched wide across his features.  “happy birthday,” he murmurs with a shrug.  Papyrus looks at him disapprovingly.  

“SANS!  WHAT DID YOU GET THE HUMAN?!”

“uh… nothing,” he flatly states.  “you baked a cake.  that’s more than enough.”
The cake did mean quite a bit, all things considered.

But Papyrus was unwavering in his stance, his bony brows furrowed.  “SANS!  IF THIS HUMAN IS TO BE YOUR MATE–”

“mate?”

“—THEN YOU NEED TO AT LEAST TRY TO MAKE THE DAY SPECIAL!  HERE!”  

Papyrus slaps a bow on Sans, but Sans jerks away from the movement.  The bow ends up protruding from his unlit eyesocket.  

“THERE!  NOW YOU’RE THE GIFT!  NYEH HEH HEH, THE GREAT PAPYRUS THINKS OF EVERYTHING!”  Papyrus stands proud, his cape billowing… despite there not being any wind??  Is he using his magic to appear gallant?  Either way, Sans rolls his single, enlarged eyelight and shrugs again.

“welp, if i’m the gift, then come get me.”  

In the next moment, Sans has his arms around you, leaning you back slightly while he presses his teeth to your lips.  His tongue is quick to manifest, the tip trailing along your lower lip to leave sparks and tingles of magic in its wake, and he lets his touch linger, savoring the feeling.  His touch is a little rough, arms holding you firmly against the unyielding solidness of his body, and when he finally pulls away, he runs his tongue along his teeth.  It glows dimly in the darkness of the house, but his eyelight seems brighter than before–despite being constricted and focused solely on you.  

“you wanna unwrap your gift now?” Sans inquires, his smirk seeming more natural and good-natured.

“THERE’S NO TIME FOR ADDITIONAL GIFTS, SANS!  WE HAVE TO SING BEFORE THE CANDLES MELT!  AND SO THE HUMAN CAN MAKE A WISH!”

Sans doesn’t sing, but he does hum under his breath while Papyrus belts out an amended version of the song.  

There’s a different kind of hunger in his gaze, one that promises you a good night should you choose to unwrap your present.  

*banging pots and pans together in frustration whilst shouting into the void*

“I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DRAW PEOPLES, I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DRAW PEOPLES, I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DRAW PEOPLES I NEED TO LEARN–”

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