#writemotivation

🌸 What We Are 🌸

A discord group for writers of all skill levels to find community and help each other grow  🌿 

We are open to all writers over the age of 18. The only requirements for the group are that each member must participate by contributing at least one submission per month, and participating in one workshop or critique per month. 

There are also a number of regular optional group events including readings, group prompts, casual voice chats, and more. These are encouraged (they are fun!) but not required.

,,Don't compare your chapter #1 to someone else's chapter #20.'' Comparison. Surely, you know what comparison is and how it can affect our lives... But even though you know that, you still compare, don't you? 

We precisely know when we equate ourselves to others, watching their success or failure. ,,You are better than I am, because you dealt with that problem better than I did.'' However how ridiculous that sentence might sound, people think in that way. So do I. Having come across a problem, we try to put ourselves in someone's shoes to see how they would solve it. We are so terrified of making mistakes so that is the reason. Nevertheless, it is not healthy for you. Healthy for you, is to go in your own shoes ahead.

I have compared since I remember. That constant feeling of not being enough, when you are so enough. The school, the teachers, the classmates - the rat race. You have to go to the best school, second school, university. You have to pass all your exams and be the best of the bests. You have to wear the most expensive clothes so as to be accepted. Comparison starts mainly at school. We grow up, we see more, we know more and we expect more. We detect what others have and what we do not. We are seeking for money, career and stuff that others do not need to...  But what if you detect what you have? I bet you obtain something, others would kill for. Love, friends, family, wisedom, freedom. Appreciate it.

It is not easy to stop comparing. Few of my friends can do it. If you cannot, that is not the reason to fall apart. Comparing does not have to be degrading. We can notice others’ success and take advantage of it. Work as hard as they did, the success will appear unexpectedly. You will always see the progress of your work, even after a short period of time. But maybe should we be more focused on progress than on success? 

Furthermore, you do not have the same abilities as others. You may be terrible at maths, but your language skills are great! You may be horrible at writing, but you are excellent at speaking. Which is better? None, for you A is better than B, but for me - B is the best. It is not said or proved what is better, what is more valuable... We attach the importance, because we think in such way. 

What did your childhood look like? What family do you have? A functional one or dysfunctional?

Even if you believe it does not matter, it matters. Being raised by grandmother, did you have all your needs fulfilled? Did the role of a parent appear in your life? Or was it played by your grandmother? Probably yes, your grandma did all the best to dress you up well, to prepare a tasty meal for you - to full up your belly. She is a godness. But what did you feel when someone asked about your parents? Did you compare to others who have a real family? Accept your past, and do not let it ruin your future. 

             Something about the place was magical. The lights flickered all around in a soft glow of various shades of reds, blues, and purples. The long counter that lined the side of the room was lined with men seated at its’ stools. You could tell that the majority of the people would be considered less desirable by the rest of society, but that’s what made this place so special. Despite the fact that this place could have thugs, and palace guards cohabiting was almost unheard of.

             The previous owner had been a very high ranked officer in the palace. He was loved by his officers below him, and the people of the city. His wife was a stunning woman, who owned the bakery in town. Her bread was heavenly. Just the though of it could cause your mouth to salivate. The flavors would dance on the tongues of everyone, bringing a comforting feeling that was hard to gain during such hard times. She had a very kind heart. If someone came to her door hungry, she’d feed them. If they needed a place to stay, she would take them in and care for them.

             It is always a shame when the world loses such people. However, if death was their fate, it would have been better if they had died any other way. No one’s too sure how, but the house caught on fire one afternoon, and the two couldn’t make it out. Even worse, they left behind a little girl. She was 11 at the time. Partially due to her parents, she grew up with a very strong and loving heart, but that loving heart caused her to be very naïve.

             A man had come to pick the girl up shortly after the news of the two’s death spread. Everyone knew that the small family of three only had each other, so who the man was remained a mystery. All anyone knew was that he had a letter from the father, asking that he take care of the young girl if anything were to happen to them. It even had the seal of the family.

             This was 10 years ago. In the past year, the prodigal child returned, and with her she brought back the joy the town once had. She bought an old building, and with many eager to help hands, it was soon transformed into where we are today. A safe haven.

             It’s a mix of everything. The sweet mouthwatering smell of bread filled the place as a worker came out, “alright you heathens, get it while it’s hot,” Without bothering to divvy up the bread on plates, the worker set down the tray on an open table. Everyone rushed to it like vultures. Upstairs was an inn, one of the few the small town had. Over at the chess tables sat the owner.

             People loved to challenge her, everyone hoping they’d be the one to beat her. Unfortunately, no one had. Well not publicly at least. I smirked as I watched. I knew her plan. She had that slight glimmer in her eyes which entailed she already knew she’d won. Now she was just toying with the brute of a man, who barely seemed to fit in the two person booth.

“Sorry Charlie,” Her sweet voice cut through the noise of the crowd; remaining distinct amongst the gruff tones. “But that’s check mate.” That smirk of hers always sent a chill through me. It was like a wolf who’d just spotted its’ prey.

“GOD D-“ One cold look over from the missy caused Charlie to stop midsentence for a pause before clearing his throat, “Good game Iliya.” He chose to change his ending as he game a smile.

Permeating all around

Pulling me under...”

I just got to 50 followers and I can’t believe it.

It may sound really cheesy but I never thought 50 people would actually enjoy my writblr.

Thank you all for just being here and giving me this encouragement. From the days I needed a quick writing tip to the days where I have no motivation and feel like my writing is shit.