Be mean to your characters.

What do they take for granted? Take it away from them.

The one thing they know for certain? Make them doubt it.

Their worst fear? Throw it at their faces.

Make their plans fail. Make them cry. Make them question things and then learn about them and the way they react in the process.

Be mean to your character. Then be kind to them for a while, because after all that they may deserve it.

Different POVs In Writing

POV - Short for Point Of View, meaning that the audience is experiencing a story from the perspective of a specific person or outside entity; they are part of the story in one way or another

• 1st Person POV - Experiencing a story from the perspective of the main character. Pronouns will be I, me, my, mine, etc

• 2nd Person POV - Experiencing a story from your own perspective as if you were a character within the story. Pronouns will be you, your, yours, etc. Stories are rarely written from this perspective outside of Choose Your Own Adventure style stories

• 3rd Person POV - Experiencing a story from an outside perspective. No personal pronouns will be used for you, but other characters will be referred to as he, she, they, it, etc

• 4th Person POV - Experiencing a story through a collective perspective. Pronouns include we, us, someone, anyone, etc. I’ve never seen a story written from this perspective. Fourth person perspective is mostly used in livestreams, in which the chat forms a non-specific collective presence that are all addressed as one

*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document

i love characters who lie. i love when a character is established as a capital L Liar and then we as the audience can’t take anything they say at face value. i love liars fakers schemers deceivers. characters whose tongues are outright necrotic with the rot of their lies. characters to whom truth is a stranger. i am kissing them on the lips btw it tastes disgusting

“Write. Don’t worry about the outcome. Just write.”

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A dear guy that I crossed paths with that worked at my favorite Borders (when they were around) said this to me the week before he quit working there and soon after Borders shut down.

That was three years ago, and those words still stick.

With everything that I write and will publish in the future, I’m taking his advice: no full roadmap; just a couple of points, and my characters- “temporary roommates” as I affectionately refer to them- will connect the dots for me.

(via angeleyes-goldenwings)

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

So the theater was shut down for maintenance so we decided to go back to her place and watch Shrek the Musical. She said it was one of her top 3 favorite dates and I couldn't stop laughing at Donkey's lines. I could even quote some of them from the movie. And the way they did lord Farquad was AMAZING. Over all 10/10 would do again.

Today's the DAY~ I'm ready for my DATE~ We're eating at a Japanese restaurant and going to watch Abagail afterwards in theaters. CAN'T WAIT till 5:15 gets here so I can head out to meet her 😁

New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.

Today's the DAY~ I'm ready for my DATE~ We're eating at a Japanese restaurant and going to watch Abagail afterwards in theaters. CAN'T WAIT till 5:15 gets here so I can head out to meet her 😁

what the fuck did you expect me to feel when you gripped the back of my head like that and sank your fangs into my neck? Indifference? Disgust? NOT sheer adoration? be serious.

nothing makes u feel stupid quite like being a writer. out here googling “rooms in a house” to make sure i didn’t forget one of em. blockhead behavior.

Told my last girlfriend if she wanted sex I was open to a polyamorous relationship (I'm ace and sex repulsed for irl stuff) and she left me to migrate to Canada to be with the sapphic love of her life. Honestly? Good for them both.

This post is right. Even if I did polyamory wrong it isn't bad, you guys are just mean.

This is your sign to stop being weird about polyamory

Yes even if you tried it and it turned out badly

YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET THANK YOU 😭😭😭

I need to not be so nervous. I think if the first date goes well, I'll suggest it for the next date <3

Some other ideas I had was either painting on canvases together or painting a sunset on like each other (like on an arm or something so it's not like... sexual because I'm too ace for that). Like a Bob Ross painting session or something fun like that.

Then maybe having a study date together where we body double and try to study for our school classes (she's going into food related therapy, I'm going into equine massage therapy) and we could both bounce problems we have off each other and help each other study/memorize things. (E.G. Be the rubber duck, etc.)

I had another idea but it had escaped me for now, but like... I love little gestures like this and I hope it's not weird 😂 Well at least not as weird as my last girlfriend who's brother asked me out while we were dating. THAT was an adventure let me tell you lmfao.

Thanks again!!!! 😭😭😭

So like I'm going on a date with this wonderful lady on Monday, and my ace heart is thinking of cute things we can do on later dates when we haven't even had our first date and part of my brain is like "This is going overboard." and the other part is like "Let me live my cute romantic life I've always wanted to spoil someone with cute shit but have been to afraid to branch out!!!"

Anyway Monday we're doing dinner and a scary movie, but the next time it rains I want her to come to my house, sit on the covered front porch with me in my rocking chairs, and drink hot tea together and just talk as we watch the rainfall and then maybe watch a movie afterwards.

I'm a simple enby with simple desires is this weird??? Or is it cute? I need feedback all the women in my life say it's cute but the men are like "That's weird. Only people who've known each other forever do stuff like that." and granted I've known her a year and in lesbian time that's a lot, and when she asked me out I thought she was kidding at first, but now it's happening and my heart is happy but at the same time scared that I'm going to run her off by suggesting too much too quickly.

Thoughts??

So like I'm going on a date with this wonderful lady on Monday, and my ace heart is thinking of cute things we can do on later dates when we haven't even had our first date and part of my brain is like "This is going overboard." and the other part is like "Let me live my cute romantic life I've always wanted to spoil someone with cute shit but have been to afraid to branch out!!!"

Anyway Monday we're doing dinner and a scary movie, but the next time it rains I want her to come to my house, sit on the covered front porch with me in my rocking chairs, and drink hot tea together and just talk as we watch the rainfall and then maybe watch a movie afterwards.

I'm a simple enby with simple desires is this weird??? Or is it cute? I need feedback all the women in my life say it's cute but the men are like "That's weird. Only people who've known each other forever do stuff like that." and granted I've known her a year and in lesbian time that's a lot, and when she asked me out I thought she was kidding at first, but now it's happening and my heart is happy but at the same time scared that I'm going to run her off by suggesting too much too quickly.

Thoughts??

*friend lying awake in the dark at a sleepover voice* you ever think about how your self-insert characters can start out the same age as you but then you get older and leave them behind and they're trapped as teenagers forever while you get to look back from a position of adulthood and wonder how a literal child could have ever handled the plot they were in

So I just had another epic battle with nature's version of Fuck You (a.k.a. a wasp) which had gotten into the house. I heard a random buzzing, and thought it was coming from out side, but then I decided to glance over and laid eyes on one of the universe's most evil creatures trying to break the glass so it could let all it's minions in and take over our living space.

I decided I had to quickly put an end to this before it began and crawled across the living room floor boot camp style to retrieve my weapon. Last time I tried battling one of these things with just my majestic face. Last time I failed. I wouldn't make that mistake again. Grabbing a can of icy hot (for it was metal and good for smashing like the Hulk) I ninja'd into the kitchen to face my foe. It had yet to spot me as I inched closer, but I could no longer hear it buzzing.

Half crawling onto the counter like a cat stalking it's pray, I had to sit/lay at an odd angle were I could see through the bottom of the blinds, to see if I could find this diabolical flying menace's hiding spot. And there I saw it. Resting at the top of the window, protected by the bar that held up these sun shields put in place to keep my almost vampiric red-headed, white-ass from becoming the worlds largest piece of bacon. I knew instantly I was working with a criminal master mind. Cans can't smash through bars, and if I tried pinching it between the blinds, it would escape and possibly take me down in my moment of confusion and chaotic shrill screams.

Clever, clever girl.

It was then the wasp spotted me hiding in the shadows and lunged for me. But this time, I saw it coming. This time I'm prepared. I used my can of icy hot to smash at the blinds to squish the creature of hate against the dirty glass, but the bastard was too quick and escaped my clutches, gaining access to the free air.

SHIT I MISSED. I MISSED. ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION. EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF. CHILDREN AND YELLOW BELLIES FIRST.

Now it was at this point I probably made some rather undignified noises as I ninja flipped off the counter and took out a few kitchen chairs in the process, but being at home alone means my animals are the only ones that heard me and therefore it didn't happen. I'll just have to pretend that vase never existed and place it in the bottom of the trash can before burying it under some trash bags. Nope this incident never happened. What antique vase that's been in the family for years? Idk what you're talking about man.

Regaining my senses, I listened closely for the sound of a dive-bombing wasp to start his attacks on me because at this point I've pissed it off and it knows I'm here. There isn't going to be much time for me left in this world because wasps know where your weak points are and they know how to smack them with their venom daggers. (Everywhere. Your weak spots are everywhere. They're fucking wasps. They eat children for breakfast and make nests out of their bones to hatch babies of their own in so they can feed them the young of other creatures. They're fucking evil. They exist in this world to spread fear and buzz with hate and kill everything in sight.) But lo what's this? I can't hear it buzzing. It's gone in stealth mode and it's going to attack me from above like every action movie ever because no body ever looks up.

I search the ceiling? Nothing. I look at my surroundings? Nothing. And then I hear it again. The diabolical buzzing from inside the window. IT FLEW BACK INSIDE?!?! WHAT GLORIOUS GIFT FROM THE GODS IS THIS SECOND CHANCE AT RETRIBUTION? I stalk up on the window again, remaining as stealthy as the Beverly Hill's Ninja, and get my can of icy hot at the ready. But once again it has gone into stealth mode or has gained the powers of invisibility because I cannot see it.

Putting my life in peril, I twist the blinds so that they crack open just enough for me to see inside. I have to find this hateful beast. I have to end it's reign of terror. Then I hear it.

*buzz buzz mother fucker*

I see it in the lower corner of the window and my reflexes kick in, smashing at it instantly, trying not to take out another flower pot in the process. The wasp falls to the window sill injured, but not dead. I smashed the can into it again. Still not dead. Again. No go. Again. Again. Again. AGAIN AGAINAGAINAGAIN. WHY WON'T IT DIE?! I wonder briefly until I realize the size of the can is just a tad bit to big to fit into the space. So grabbing something smaller, I smash it repeatedly until it no longer moves and once again win the epic wasp battles.

This battle may have been won, but there's still a war going on. But I'm finally catching up.

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