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please please please please reblog if youâre a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if Iâm the only one whoâs struggling with these thoughts
Good news! At various points in your development, it is!
As you write, you level up in little ways. It's not like D&D where you get a level all at once. Oh, no. You get tiny improvements to your skill tree, and there will be points where your build is entirely unbalanced. As you adjust to these changes, you will naturally regress in some areas. This is just your mind and overall skill level getting ready for the final leveling, where you're briefly fully balanced again!
TL;DR: Regression is a natural part of improvement, and while it's frustrating as hell, if you keep going, you can write through it.
Synopsis: Years of growing up with the Sully(Suli) kids, playing and running around leads to an unbreakable bond with one of them: Lo'ak. The daughter of Norm finds herself slowly falling for her childhood best friend as everything falls apart around them...
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Content/Warning: use of Y/N(not often), human reader, slow burn, best friends to lovers, angst, yearning, jealousy, grief, childhood trauma and lost, danger/ near death scenes, miscommunication, separation, time-skips, Human-Na'vi relationship and slight forbidden love. Later smut and intimate scenes.
(The last two chapters will be nsfw and minors dni. The characters will be aged up and adults)
Years of growing up with the Sully(Suli) kids, playing and running around leads to an unbreakable bond with one of them: Lo'ak. The daughter of Norm finds herself slowly falling for her childhood best friend as everything falls apart around them...
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Sometimes the well of creativity runs dry, leaving you staring at a blank page with nothing but frustration. But trust that the art of writing is as much about the journey as it is about the destination. Here are some ideas to help you reconnect with your writing practice when you feel like your passion has dimmed.
Redefine Your Environment
Consider taking a deliberate step outside your usual writing space. The environment in which you work can drastically affect your mindset and creative flow. Even if itâs setting up in a different corner of your home, finding refuge in a local cafĂŠ, or enjoying the subtle distractions of a park bench, a change in scenery often signals a mental reset. This isnât about permanent relocation, just a simple shift can break the monotony and stir new ideas that have been hiding in plain sight.
Embrace Imperfection
The pressure to produce perfect prose can be paralyzing. Give yourself permission to create something imperfect yet honest. Think of every sentence you write as a rough sketch, a necessary experiment in understanding your own voice. When you allow yourself the space to write without the weight of perfection, you invite experimentation and genuine self-expression. That freedom lies at the heart of rediscovering why you fell in love with writing in the first place.
Set Incremental Goals for Continuous Momentum
When the idea of diving into a full chapter feels overwhelming, scale back to manageable, bite-sized projects that feel achievable. Instead of demanding a polished page, challenge yourself to write a paragraph or even a single sentence each day. These micro-goals build a foundation of small successes, gradually restoring confidence and momentum. Over time, these consistent efforts enrich your creative reservoir, proving that every little step is indeed a victory.
Engage Deeply in the Process of Freewriting
Allow yourself to spill thoughts onto the page without judgment or expectation. Freewriting is an exercise in vulnerability and self-exploration, offering you a space to unburden tangled ideas and unexpected insights. In these unfiltered moments, you might stumble upon a germ of an idea or a rediscovered passion that rekindles your creative fire. Embracing this unstructured approach can transform an intimidating blank page into an open canvas of potential you haven't tapped back into.
Rekindle Old Inspirations
There is power in revisiting the work and moments that first ignited your creative spirit. Even if itâs rereading an old journal entry, rediscovering a favorite piece of literature, or reflecting on the stories that once moved you, reconnecting with your past inspirations can shed new light on your present creative journey. This reflective practice not only reminds you of your original passion but may also reveal new directions for your current writing endeavors.
Create a Consistent, Loving Writing Routine
Creating a structured yet gentle routine can help reestablish your relationship with writing. Treat your writing time as a vital appointment, a moment carved out just for you. Even if inspiration seems scarce, the simple act of sitting down, opening your notebook, and letting words flow without self-censorship can be incredibly healing. Over time, this practice transforms writing from an obligation into a ritual of self-discovery and mindfulness.
Connect with a Community That Understands
Engaging with fellow writers can remind you that youâre not alone in this struggle. The shared experience of creative highs and lows can be profoundly comforting. Join writing groups, participate in online forums, or simply reach out to someone whose work inspires you. These interactions foster a sense of belonging and accountability, encouraging you to keep writing even when the path isnât clear. In the gentle exchange of ideas and feedback, there is often a spark that reignites your dedication.
Every writerâs journey is unique, filled with ebbs and flows. If youâre feeling disconnected, know that these moments are integral to growth. Embrace each phase as an opportunity to rediscover writing on its own terms, and allow your passion to guide you back into the words you love. If you need any advice from me, never be afraid to send me an ask.
Until next time,
Rin T.
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Things Iâve noticed are essential in plotting and would probably have saved me a lot of time if I had considered it earlier
The START of your story - how fucked up flawed is your premise/character at the start? what do they have to change? why are they HERE?
The END of your story - How do you want your main character/theme/universe to change after your story? Does it get better or worse? THIS SETS UP THE TONE DRASTICALLY.
What you want to happen IN BETWEEN - the MEAT of it. What made you start writing this WIP in the first place. Don't be ashamed to indulge, it's where the BRAIN JUICE comes from. You want a deep dive into worldbuilding and complex systems? Then your start and end should be rooted in some fundamental, unique rule of your universe (what made you obsess over it?). Want to write unabashed ship content? Make sure your start and end are so compelling you'll never run out of smut scenarios to shove in between scenes (what relationship dynamics made you ship it in the first place?).
The ANTE - the GRAVITY of your story. How high are the stakes? Writing a blurb or interaction? start with a small day-in-the-life so you can focus on shorter timelines and hourly minutiae that can easily get overlooked in more complicated epics. Or you can go ham on it and plot out your whole universe's timeline from conception to demise. Remember: the larger the scale, the less attached your story may get. How quickly time flies in your story typically correlates with the ante (not a hard rule, ofc, but most epics span years of time within a few pages, while a romance novel usually charts out the events of a few months over a whole manuscript.)
please please please please reblog if youâre a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if Iâm the only one whoâs struggling with these thoughts
Good news! At various points in your development, it is!
As you write, you level up in little ways. It's not like D&D where you get a level all at once. Oh, no. You get tiny improvements to your skill tree, and there will be points where your build is entirely unbalanced. As you adjust to these changes, you will naturally regress in some areas. This is just your mind and overall skill level getting ready for the final leveling, where you're briefly fully balanced again!
TL;DR: Regression is a natural part of improvement, and while it's frustrating as hell, if you keep going, you can write through it.
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I asked my friends what they thought was happening in the picture, most of them said "The guy in the back is going to attack the other guy" and then...someone said "He's doing the time warp"
Summary: A singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine and-OH GOD! THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!
Warning: Blood, swearing, gore and death
Word count: 1582
Day 2 of 30 of my 30 Day Writing Challenge and the prompt is Mafia Au for Ryuki.
âWeâre up next, Miho.â
Miho paused, her eyes narrowed as she popped the lid on her stick, and glared at a young man that couldn't stand still. His legs shaking like desperate leaves hanging on a twig; shaking, even though they should just fall off andâŚdie.
âYuichi, stomp your stamping!â The singer stared down the frightened man as he kept tapping his foot, and looking down like a kicked puppy. âThe hell are you so nervous for?âÂ
âYou donât know?â Yuichi suddenly stopped his stamping and looked up with a wide-eyed look.Â
âKnow what?Â
âWell, you see my friend-â The man was suddenly stopped by Mihoâs venom.
âThat Fortune teller? What does he have to do with anything?â
Yuichi put up a finger as he took a deep breath. âLet me finish, he did a reading for this night and he told me that something was going to happen. Something real bad.â
âSomething bad? Come on, do you really believe that fortune telling bushwa?âÂ
âWell, heâs never been wrong, and thereâs also going to be-â The man was cut off again as a group of boys came walking past them with their instruments in hand and grins on their faces.
âGood luck, you two! We have a special guest tonight.â
The two stopped for a moment, both wondering the same thing and what it meant.
Whoâs the special guest?
After a few seconds of looking at each other like a couple of blockheads, they finally climbed up the creaking stairs to the stage, and took their places behind the red curtain.
Yuichi on the piano and Miho front and center of the microphone. They both waited in silence before the curtain pulled back to show a dark room filled with cigar smoke, and smelled of wine and blood.
Mobsters and thieves filled the audience, but one person caught their attention: It was the Don.
Odin
The man always wore a perfectly crisp suit and a mask, hiding his face from the world and leaving everywhere he went with an eerie atmosphere. But, the man sitting next to him, he was new. A stranger. A new killer who was there to see their rinky-dinky little show.
He wore black suit, nothing but pitch except for a red waistcoat, and a maroon tie. And, yet that didnât drive away from his features; He was quite a good looking fella. Slicked back hair and a looked in his eyes that reminded them of-
âPsst! Oi! Get to playing you dumb doras!â A voice that was all too familiar reached Mihoâs ears, causing a smile to form as they glanced towards the stairs. There stood the ladyâs older sister, their number one fan.Â
The only person they trusted in the room.
After the ladyâs sister skipped off to her seat, a smooth, deep voice swam over the crowd as a soft piano accompanied the little ditty; it slowly ramp up as they went on, but the mob seemed to love it. Song after song the duo completed brought big smiles to the crowd.Â
The crowd was hanging onto every note, taking a ride on every tone and it wasnât long until they were nearing the end of their show.
Hollers and calls rang throughout the room as Miho sang the last cord, and Yuichi played them out. Blood stained hands applauded with cheer, cheers that were created from cries that would never be heard.Â
They almost didnât want to hear them, but those cheers paid the bills.
âI would like to thank the Don for gracing us with his presence, and for being your friend along to our show. He is quite a handsome fellow if I do say so myself.â Miho spoke with the sweetest voice she could muster as the crowd roared with laughter, the stranger gave a small nod, and Odin waved.Â
Then the curtain slowly began to close as a wave of calm rushed over the duo, and they let out a breath that they didnât know they were holding.
âWeâre still alive, right?â The pianist let out a pained chuckle as he was socked in the shoulder by a smug Miho. âIâm still surprised that it went that well, it still seems a bit odd.â
âI told ya it would be ab-so-lute-ly fine, and see nothing happened! I told you that stuff was all balon-AAAAHHHH!â
Red splattered across the singerâs face, iron attacked her tongue and a blood curdling scream left her form as white silk was stained. Her eyes darted around as she stared back into bloodshot eyes.
The pianistâs hands were dripping with blood as fat tears streamed down his cheeks, and mingled with the red on his collar. Screams filled their ears as Yuichi stumbled across the stage, and tumbled into a hysterical Miho.Â
âM-my hands! Miho, I-i-itâs my hands!â His voice wavered as he raised his hands to show the carnage of his most prized possession; Yuichi had been shot, and all they could see was a sick smile through the curtain.
A smile theyâll never forget.
âOh, god! We need to go! -AHHH!â Miho grabbed onto the manâs shoulders, her whole form shaking as they rushed towards the stairs. The sound of gunfire and the cries of pain sent them stumbling over themselves, fear rushing through their veins as they scrambled to get up.Â
The duo clung to each other like an lifeline as they made it to the floor, and a figure backstage caught-
A loud thud made them jump as time seemed to still, there on the floor was her sister. Red poured from her lips as her form laying limp, pale and quickly losing life.Â
A hole in her head.
"Nee-san! NOOO-!â Her screams fell on deaf ears as she was yanked past the bones, and into the back of the club- to the exit; Miho couldnât stop her feet from trying to dart back, but a face left her frozen.
The same sinister smile from before was directed right at her, clothes stained red and engulfed with holes; he didnât shoot though, he just waved.
H-he waved at m-
âMIHO, MOVE!âÂ
The singer was yanked back with the force of a desperate man, but it wasnât enough to tear her gaze away from the monster staring at them. It was almost like he wasnât even there, a figment of her imagination.
He might have just been smoke and mirrors.
Yuichi slammed into the exit door with his shoulder, biting back a gasp of pain as he pulled Miho along. Concrete greeted them once they stumbled into the alleyway, hard ground and grime gave them a place to catch their breath as they stared into the sky.
There was no cloud in sight as the stars shone brightly above them in an indigo haze, with a soft breeze blowing through the air. Their vision began to slowly blur over as the world began to still. It would have been peaceful if a sudden blood-curdling scream hadnât forced them to their feet, and scapering away into the night.
Lungs burned with every breath as their feet slammed against hard ground, and pushed themselves as far away as they could from the hell they escaped; hoping that running away would wipe their minds clean.
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The Ore Journal
Gunslinging Crook Asakura Takeshi Finally Thrown in the Salmer!
After the bloodbath that happened on the ___ of___ at a speakeasy that resulted in the death of over 10 people, and many injured, but the crook was finally caught. Asakura Takeshi was arrested by Police Detective Sudo after being caught at an esteemed lawyerâs estate; the crook was there for legal help (God knows he needs it), but he was refused services and without warning pounced! Thankful, Detective Sudo was on patrol that very moment- itâs almost like heâs superhuman! The Crook is currently awaiting his trial in the ___ jail and is-
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Is said to be under heavy surveillance until he can be moved to a-
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A more secure-
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âFine! Iâm coming, so stop the ringing!â A disgruntled Miho slammed the paper down with a smack, before pushing herself out a loveseat that was too nice, and too far from her front door.Â
She stomped her way to the door, but stopped, took a deep breath and opened the door with the sweetest look she could muster. âWell, whatâre you here- wait!â
The person outside in the cold, windy air was someone Miho wasnât expecting to see; it was the psychic guy-Yuichiâs friend. He was drenched in rain and was just dripping with dread.
âWhy are you-?âÂ
âHeâs dead.â
A sinking feeling formed a pit in Mihoâs gut as she slowly shook her head; she must have heard him wrong.Â
âThatâs nonsense, thereâs no way-!â
âHeâs deadâŚheâs gone.â
The singer felt a lump in her throat, choking her and not letting a word out. She swallowed around nothing for a few moments as her mind raced. âSo, howâd it happen? Was he blown down or-?
âYou wouldnât believe me even if I told you, Canary.â His voice was even, almost cold, but his eyes were dark. They were little windows into his soul that he tried to hide.
âThen what was the point if I wouldnât believe you?â Miho leaned against the doorframe while a sudden nauseous feeling rushed through her, making her sigh and shut her eyes.
âI just thought you should know, and Iâm sorry for your loss.â
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