Have an idea. Inspire yourself. Take long showers and walks outside and let the idea come to you.
Flesh it out. Whether you outline or not, you need to have at the very least a vague idea of the beginning, middle, and end of your piece.
WRITE. Self-explanatory. You have to actually write to get anything written.
Don’t worry. If things don’t go smoothly, don’t sweat it. It’ll come to you. If not, hey, learning experience. Maybe this idea isn’t the one for you.
Stay organized. Let’s face it, when writers are writing, they turn into slobs. Sticky notes EVERYWHERE, empty coffee cups and mugs with dried up tea bags are left all over the place, your documents are titled ‘asdfgh’, and you can’t even remember what your MC’s last name is. These things will hinder your performance as a writer, and well, as a human.
Take breaks. Don’t burn yourself out. If you start to feel stressed, take a step back, no matter how painful it will be to separate from it.
Write some more. Seriously. I can’t stress this enough. Don’t just say you’re goingto write this or that, actually do it.
Don’t be afraid to share. Seriously, learn to share your work with those you trust. It’ll be good to not only get you used to letting go of your stuff, but your loved ones will more than likely really appreciate you letting them read it.
Find a critique partner. No, not your mom. Or your best friend. Or your sibling. Someone you trust and is a friend, even a close, friend, but also someone who will be unbiased. Someone who isn’t afraid to tell you ‘this is really awful’, and who is also not afraid to tell you, ‘this is really awesome’.
Don’t wait. If you have an idea, get to it. Don’t say, “I’ll wait until I have more time” or, “I’ll just wait until the weekend”, etc.. JUST DO IT. The longer you wait, the less likely it is you’ll get anything done.
P.S. I lied. It’s not easy. It will never be easy.
This was the me who didn’t make it. Not just the one who hadn’t accomplished her dreams, or the one who had given up on what she’d wanted in life. That may or may not have been true, but that wasn’t the first thought to come to mind.
Her neck was bruised, and maybe it was just me, but they looked very ominous. Perhaps it was just me, considering I was the one with an imagination that was as vivid as it was limited by what I already knew. Maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, making shapes recognizable only because it was something I knew and something I could identify. Maybe it was fear, feeding an apprehension deep inside my stomach that grew the more I looked at her.
Her face had some shallow but long scratches. Her arms looked an ugly mixture of purple and yellow, gashes appearing every few inches or so. They also seemed to have the same kind of marks that her neck did. Handprints. Marks of a struggle.
It took me a long while, and when I finally looked back up at her, I saw my own dark brown eyes staring back at me with an icy numbness. “Did I die?”
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“There’s a fire in you, and I hope it’s never snuffed out. I know I’m not supposed to be partial, I know I should not prefer you over someone else, someone that I’ve grown to love. I’m just saying, there’s a fire in you, and I hope it never goes out, even if I’m not there to see it again.”
— incandescentghost, I hope you burn brighter than ever (via wnq-writers)
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— Margaret Atwood (via paperlover)
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