Helm Hammerhand

Every writer inevitably gets to that scene that just doesn't want to work. It doesn't flow, no matter how hard you try. Well, here are some things to try to get out of that rut:

1. Change the weather

I know this doesn't sound like it'll make much of a difference, but trust me when I say it does.

Every single time I've tried this, it worked and the scene flowed magically.

2. Change the POV

If your book has multiple POV characters, it might be a good idea to switch the scene to another character's perspective.

9/10 times, this will make the scene flow better.

3. Start the scene earlier/later

Oftentimes, a scene just doesn't work because you're not starting in the right place.

Perhaps you're starting too late and giving too little context. Perhaps some description or character introspection is needed before you dive in.

Alternatively, you may be taking too long to get to the actual point of the scene. Would it help to dive straight into the action without much ado?

4. Write only the dialogue

If your scene involves dialogue, it can help immensely to write only the spoken words the first time round.

It's even better if you highlight different characters' speech in different colors.

Then, later on, you can go back and fill in the dialogue tags, description etc.

5. Fuck it and use a placeholder

If nothing works, it's time to move on.

Rather than perpetually getting stuck on that one scene, use a placeholder. Something like: [they escape somehow] or [big emotional talk].

And then continue with the draft.

This'll help you keep momentum and, maybe, make the scene easier to write later on once you have a better grasp on the plot and characters.

Trust me, I do this all the time.

It can take some practice to get past your Type A brain screaming at you, but it's worth it.

So, those are some things to try when a scene is being difficult. I hope that these tips help :)

Those cousins were so different from each other. They were different than most women he had met in the past. Morwen was too beautiful and wise, while Rian was sweet and kind. She was talented in singing, as it seemed. She was admired for her talent in music, while Morwen was notorious for her pride and her beauty.

Helm Hammerhand wanted to be with them all the time because he loved their company. They were together that moment and this was the only thing that mattered to him that moment. He remembered that he was tired of the problems of the world that day and he needed to be with them in order to recover from the pain.

Morwen did not comfort him because she knew that he was stronger than most people, so he could deal with it. He needed to be with them all the time because he loved them too much as well. She was hungry and she was thirsty at the same time that moment, though.

Helm needed to be away from the rest of the world that day and he needed to be with her again. But his wife was dead and this was heartbreaking. He was the only one who could help them forget their problems because they never had a chance to forget. They never knew happiness.

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, Tolkien (2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Huor/Rían of the House of Bëor, Huor & Tuor (Tolkien), Húrin Thalion/Morwen Eledhwen, Morwen Eledhwen & Rían of the House of Bëor, Huor/Morwen Eledhwen, Tuor & Túrin Turambar Characters: Huor (Tolkien), Morwen Eledhwen, Rían of the House of Bëor, Húrin Thalion, Tuor (Tolkien), Túrin Turambar, Niënor Níniel Summary:

Devastation… This land was ruined by the war, and many valiant warriors had perished in the flames of the battle. But Huor had survived. Barely. He opened his eyes, and he looked at Helm, but his vision was blurred.

“Helm, is that you?” he whispered.

Devastation… This land was ruined by the war, and many valiant warriors had perished in the flames of the battle. But Huor had survived. Barely. He opened his eyes, and he looked at Helm, but his vision was blurred.

“Helm, is that you?” he whispered.

Devastation… This land was ruined by the war, and many valiant warriors had perished in the flames of the battle. But Huor had survived. Barely. He opened his eyes, and he looked at Helm, but his vision was blurred.

“Helm, is that you?” he whispered.