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Self Edit Checklist
Structural:
Have I introduced my main character(s) early enough?
Have I introduced the world to my readers early and clearly enough?
Do readers understands my character motivation, protagonist and antagonist? What of their goals, traits (strength and weakness)?
Have my characters grow throughout the story? If not, is it intentional?
Will readers find my characters to be relatable, sympathetic, or interesting?
(I don't have to, but have I done my work to develop empathy for my villain both in myself in readers? Is it a cheap-out sad background story, or explored with more nuance?)
Are there plot holes, inconsistencies?
Are there scenes I overwrote?
Are there scenes I underwrote?
How have the conflicts of the story (external and internal) driven it forward? (Have they?)
What sentences, scenes, chapters don’t move the story along? Cut them.
Are each section/chapter told from its consistent point of view? (No headhopping)
Are there factual mistakes that require further research?
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novinablog · 29 days
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Him and the rain
At noon
When after school
The parking lot was drenched in rain
I saw him from a distance
He is waiting for an invitation
Daydreaming while watching the rain fall
Without realizing it, I had been looking at him for too long
It was like the rain had kept him from leaving my sight
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dr3c0mix · 2 months
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I wanna investigate your brain, see what's going on in there that helps you give detailed descriptions of characters and your writing/drawing skills 😭
Yes, I am in fact struggling to write essays due to my lack of will or just because I can't 😭🙏
only thing i can say is pinterest, movies, books
literally thats it
dont be afraid to use existing media as inspo for your writing, read similar works, look at pictures on pinterest to help you organize your thoughts and feelings!
impressionism and expressionism big big part of my writing
find a way to convey the feeling you want the reader to feel through writing
but never forget to put your little spin on your writingnngngn
also never use the same word twice and close together!! (thats a personal rule of mine)
like dont just use the ocean to describe blue eyes, use sapphire, a clear sky on a breezy day! use synonyms! go crazy!
hmm hmmm and and be concise, remember that you need your words to flow and such
detailed descriptions? uhhhh main inspo is TAWOG im not kidding
accurate but over the top roasts
a red dress? how would you describe the shade of red? the fabric? the design?
a fiery red silk dress that seemed to gleam in the dim lighting like a priceless treasure
be specific on the desciption!!
sparkle, glimmer, gleam, shine are subtly different
terrifying, eerie, horrifying, uneasy are subtly different
and also, dont forget to have fun! if its not fun to write, its not worth your time
if you have to write it, might as well make it fun to write!
do something that interests you or find ways to make the process more enjoyable for you!
thats kinda all i have for now :) hope it helps!!
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mems-sama · 17 hours
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Conquering the First Chapter: A Guide for Writers
Have you ever wasted hours staring at a blank page, waiting for inspiration?
You struggle to come up with an idea for your story, but finally, inspiration strikes. You write the first chapter, believing it will make you a best-selling author. However, upon re-reading, you realize it needs improvement.
And then you toss all of it away.
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Hey, I get it. Wrestling with that first chapter can feel like trying to solve a Rubik's cube blindfolded—it's a real head-scratcher! You want to hook your readers right from the start, but sometimes it feels like your words are doing the cha-cha in the wrong direction.
And let's be real, staring at that chapter for too long can make you want to throw your laptop out the window and start a career in llama farming instead. But let's stop for a moment. Take a deep breath and exhale.
Know that you're not the only one who's felt this way.
Loads of writers have gone through the "my first chapter is a dumpster fire" phase.
The good news? You can turn that dumpster fire into a sparkling beacon of literary goodness. Here are some practical things you can do in the meantime.
Step one: Give yourself a break. Seriously, put that chapter in timeout and come back to it later with a fresh perspective.
Step two: Get some outside opinions. Share your chapter with fellow writers or beta readers who can offer constructive feedback. And if all else fails, dive into the first chapters of books you love for a little inspiration pick-me-up.
Step three: Shake things up. If your first chapter is feeling stale, try approaching it from a different angle. Maybe start in the middle of a scene, or introduce a surprising twist early on. Don't be afraid to take risks and experiment with different narrative techniques to see what works best for your story.
Step four: Embrace the mess. Writing is a messy process, and it's okay to have a messy first draft. Don't get too hung up on making everything perfect right away. Sometimes, you need to embrace the chaos and let your creativity flow freely. You can always refine and polish your work later.
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It's totally normal to have moments where you want to launch your laptop into the stratosphere. But remember, Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is a perfect first chapter.
Keep at it, keep tweaking, keep pushing, and you'll get there. You've got this!
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Next time, we'll discuss how to make the first chapter of your book more captivating for your readers. Make sure to catch it. Thank you for reading and have a great day!
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lividdreamz · 1 year
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Heyo. I’m Gemini Jones. Lover of spec-fic and especially good worldbuilding.
Look man. I don’t know how to start these kinds of things, but long story short, my activity on tumblr these past couple of months has been pretty dodgy, and has slowed my dash down to a snail-paced crawl. So. I’m looking for some new writeblrs to check out! Interact w/ this post and I’ll give your page and WIPs a little look through!
Bonus points if you’re—
17+
write predominantly spec-fic (sci-fi, fantasy, supernatural horror etc.) for adults
Absolutely adore worldbuilding or have wips w/ lots of lore
poc/lgbt+ friendly (or your wips have a majority poc/lgbt+ characters!)
Can’t wait to meet all of you!
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scribblersobia · 4 months
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People who act like a victim after creating all the drama. People who treat someone like trash in a relationship and pretend like it was never their fault when that person leaves them for their self-respect, which is a wise thing to do. To such egoistic and self-centered people, you have a special place reserved in hell. You don't care about other's feelings because everything is about you and only you. Remember! What you give others will come back to you in some or the other form.
@scribblersobia
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anonymousfoz · 8 months
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To my writeblr moots
add me to every tag list you have!
Every single one, even for tag games.
I am going to be supportive on your WIPS and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
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peoplecallitpoetry · 8 months
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Anchors
A lot of things change as you grow up A lot of thing come and go
But
There’s always Anchors The unchangeable The untouchable The infallible
The things that always were, are and will be The Truths The facts
The beautiful The powerful The reliable
Lies
There are always Anchors There are always Anchors There are always Anchors There are Always
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night-market-if · 1 year
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Gabriel Post Chapter Nine
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The first of the post chapter shorts is up and if you talked to Gabriel after all that, here is a bit more to that resolution. :)
“So you’re not taking into consideration what they said to you?”
He was.  He was far more than he should admit. Acknowledging that he had done wrong all these years was a bitter pill to swallow but one he thought he could endure. But fixing it?
“The market has always been a certain way, Ms. Albright. You know this.”
“Please, after everything we’ve been through couldn’t it be Hazel?” She set her muffins down, unwrapping them and placing one next to him on the desk. She would not push him to eat, but the request was clear.  “And yes, the market has always condoned things like the docks and the auctions. The flesh pits. But it doesn’t mean it has to.”
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they all say that love comes and goes, but I don't know if I should let this love go 💔
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mysticarts · 23 days
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☆~ Sweets and Treats ~☆
basically part 2 of Carmen adopting Nia.
(Note: THIS IS IN THE PAST!! The ages mentioned here are just their regular ages but minus 2)
When Nia woke up, the first thing she hears is...nothing. no screams or the sound of people running down the street, just nothing. Nia was so used to the noise around her that she didn't know how to react to silence.
Nia looked around the area she was in, it looked like she was in a room. She was sitting on a nice white bed while there was a nearby canopy in the corner. However, Nia wasn't interested in the room she woke up In, she was interested in what the amazing smell of bacon was coming from. So Nia got out of her bed and opened the door, exiting the room.
Nia followed the smell until she reached downstairs and saw Carmen putting some pancakes on two plates. Carmen looked at Nia and showed a warm smile to her.
"Good morning! I made you breakfast" Carmen greeted as she put down one plate of pancakes and eggs on the table.
Nia hesitated before sitting down at the the table and looked at the food. She couldn't remember the last time she even had proper food. "...I don't need to do anything to eat?"
Carmen raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I was told that I have to be good to deserve to eat food" Nia explained as she played with the food with her fork.
Carmen's eyes widened. "Look, Miss Nia, your a young girl! You need to eat a lot so you can grow strong!"
"I mean, I'm not that young....I'm only fourteen" Nia argued.
"FOURTEEN?? That's even worse! Those people who said that to you are not your gaurdians dear there tyrants" Carmen replied with shock in her voice.
"Eh, I know they are, that's why I ran away from them...." Nia replied as she looked to the side. Nia really wanted to change the conversation, so that's what she did. "What about you? How old are you?"
Carmen seemed suprised by the question, but decided to go along with it. "I'm twenty six" Carmen answered before taking a bite of her food.
"Twenty six?...." Nia replied with a bit of suprise as she looked at Carmen's hands for a while. "Are you a widow?"
"What? No, I've never even married" Carmen replied immediately with a chuckle.
"Odd, most women usually are married by your age...." Nia trailed off before looking at Carmen, seeing Carmen had a face with a little bit of guilt on it, Nia changed her question."your name is Carmen, right? It kinda sounds like the one sweet called Caramel"
Carmen seemed to brighted up at the observation. " Your right! My paretns bonded over Caramel sweets before they had me, so they named Me Caramel!...well not really but Carmen is just a better name than Caramel" Carmen rambled.
Nia watched Carmen as she rambled, eating a peice of the food on her plate. She was never shown so much kindness in years...this was probably the best treat the lords gave her.
(Feel free to ask questions!)
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novinablog · 23 days
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He's out of my life
When he's out of my life
Suddenly my world went dark
And my mind is blank
I'm so numb
And feel lonely
So i forgot how to love someone
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writingpromptsworld · 10 months
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Prompt #7
The prince gulped, as he bent on his knees in front of the villain. "What do you want?" He whispered, tears pricking out of his eyes. His family lies dead around him.
The villain smirked, "You. I want you." The prince looked up, with his lifeless eyes.
"No. Never. Just kill me, I'd rather die." The prince breathed, his voice hoarse. His throat was sore. He ached with pain.
The villain's smirk faded. He raised one of his eyebrows. "Perhaps-", He began but stopped mid-sentence, frowning at the prince.
The prince swiftly stood up, glancing around like he was trying to find something. As a matter of fact, he was. His eyes landed on his father. His father lay silent, a sword thrust through his stomach.
He walked to the body, took out the sword, and without a second thought, stabbed it in his abdomen. The villain gaped.
Blood oozed out of the prince's figure, as he collapsed onto the ground, joining his family.
❌Please credit me if you use this in your writing ❌
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littlemissblogger · 1 year
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A Vision Of Life
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This is the first story of the “Avonlea Story Club” for the month (January 15th- February 15th). We tried to write the genre “Adventure” for this month. Hope you like it. My another club member is @emerald-notes​ . Please check out her story for the month too. P.s. The photo has been taken from the internet.
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I woke up at 9:40 PM. ‘Shit!’ I’m gonna miss my train,’ I thought. I quickly went to the bathroom, trying to fresh up, but to my unfortunate life, I could never do anything fast. I came back from the bathroom and started applying all sorts of lotions and moisturizers contained in my daily skin care list. But ugh! It always takes a lot of time. However, I tried to finish dressing up as quickly as possible because I had to catch the train at 10:15 PM. It was getting super late. I did not even look at my watch, fearing it would already be 10:15. Instead, I just quickly hopped in my car and started driving to the direction of the train station. But again, the traffic lights! “It’s gonna kill all of my time” I thought. While waiting for the traffic light to turn green, I tried not to think what would happen to me if I was to miss the train. I started to feel very nervous and stressed. But then, to my great relief, the green signal came, and I started driving right away. The speed I was following was greater than ever because there was no way I could afford to miss the train. Finally, I got to the station. But again, to my utter disappointment, it was already 10:20 PM, and the train had already started running. I stood there watching it run. I could not stop thinking only if I had come 5 minutes earlier. Why did I even stop at the signal? What if I’d woken 5 minutes earlier? But there was nothing to do. What happened just happened. I missed the train. I was in great despair. What was I going to tell my parents? They would be disappointed with me as usual. I found a bench and sat there. My phone rang. I did not look at it because I knew it was my mother calling to know whether or not I got to the train safely. I couldn’t just receive the call and tell her that I didn’t get to the train, let alone safely. I started to get annoyed when my mother kept calling me for the third time. I wasn’t to face the situation. I couldn’t even decide what I was going to do now that I’d missed my train. “But I must do something”, I kept thinking. The whole situation was very pressurized, and I didn’t want to be in it. As I couldn’t stay undecided even for some time, I decided I would just sit there until I thought I should move. I knew it wasn’t an effective decision or maybe no decision at all, but I needed it in order to feel relaxed. Yes, I needed it, I needed some free time to make myself distracted. Yes, distraction was all I needed. I deserved it, I couldn't let myself get pressured. I was extremely tired, and I was beginning to feel restless. My eyes were closing. And then everything became black. 
I woke up again with a start. ‘Where was I?’ I thought. It seemed that I was in the station and fell asleep. ‘Of course, I didn’t leave it and didn’t even talk to mom and finally decided to rest here instead. What a silly thing to do!’, I thought. Suddenly, my eyes caught the stare of another  pair of eyes. The pair of eyes belonged to a man. The man was a bit gigantic.  He was looking at me with a wicked smile on his lips. He reminded me of someone I knew but couldn’t remember at that moment. I could not help hating him. He was making me uncomfortable with his continuous staring and annoying smile. I knew that that particular behaviour of that man was intentional. I kept thinking what I would do if this cruel man suddenly attacked me. I could not remember where I had parked my car. But that was not an issue because the keys are going to lead me to my car. So I started to search for the keys. But, Alas! My bag wasn’t with me. Quickly I reached my pocket, and it was what I had expected, my wallet was gone too. ‘What was I going to do?’ I started to become very tensed. I imagined the cruel man to have taken my stuff to put me in this dangerous situation. ‘How can I be this careless?’ I blamed myself. Then a worse thing happened. The man seemed to call someone without moving his disgusting stare from me. He was surely telling his friends to come meet him in the station. I seemed to guess what was going to happen if his friends had arrived. He and his friends were gonna surely hurt my feelings. I was going to be doomed. And yes, to make it obvious, I saw his friend arriving in the direction of that cruel man with a disgusting laugh. ‘No, this is not going to happen’, I pleaded to myself. I stood up and, without thinking twice, started running in the opposite direction. I thought maybe running from the situation would save me that time. But I was wrong. I heard mocking footsteps behind me. Yes, they were also running after me. As I said, I was doomed!
I had to quicken my steps as I was running for my life. I could swear that I had not run that fast in my entire life. There was a kind of forest near the station. Finding no other convenient place, I directly ran into it. As expected, the forest was very dark. As I was running deeper, it was getting darker. At some point, I could not even distinguish the trees. So, I had to slow down as I didn’t want to get hit by a tree and cause me more trouble. I noticed that the footsteps were no longer audible. I thought maybe they became busy with something more exciting. However, I was relieved. So, I sat down under what seemed to be a huge tree. I was sweating and struggling to breathe. I began to  think about a lot of things. I didn’t think it was worth living. Never in my life I did something extraordinary. It was rather boring as hell. I didn’t even like my parents. I was sure, neither did they like me. What was the point of calling each other and knowing stuff, I could not understand. Suddenly I saw a glimpse of light at the far end of the forest. I started walking towards it because my brain was incapable of thinking about anything else. 
As I reached the source of the light, I found a house. It was a wooden house. The house appeared very dark, perhaps because it was made out of very dark colored woods. I knocked at the door. I knocked it twice. An old woman finally opened the door. Her hair was all silver and she gave me a soothing smile. As I was just going to ask her something, she moved away from the door gesturing me to step inside. I obeyed her because she seemed friendly. I thought maybe she was the one who could actually help me get out of the situation. I sat on a tool near the fireplace. The old woman sat beside me. It seemed like she was ready to hear me talk. I could not decide where to start. It was always very difficult for me to start the discussion. Instead I started looking around her house. The house had only one room in which we were sitting. There was no other furniture other than the two chairs (where we were seated) and a table. The contents on the table were really weird. There were some moving dolls and a glass tube filled with a sparkling purple liquid. The dolls were very lovely looking. They had smooth skin and rosy cheeks and were glowing and radiating charisma. I was pleased at their beauty and their movement. Then, the woman spoke. 
“You seem to like the dolls, don’t you?”
“Yes, they are very comforting and lively”, I replied.
“You can be like them, you know, if you want.”
She took the glass tube from the table.
“This is called the ‘Elixir of Beauty’. This can make you happy just like it made the dolls happy”, she said pointing the tube towards me. 
I took the tube. 
“You can drink it” she seemed to suggest. I was hesitating. Things can happen this easily, I did not believe. “Can I really be as happy and lively as the dolls? Shall I trust the woman?” I kept thinking. 
Suddenly I woke up hearing a beep. It was my alarm. I really woke up this time from this peculiar dream. Was it a nightmare or an excitement, I could not tell. But I realized that, I didn’t yet miss the train. The train which was to take me to the job interview was still waiting. I could not miss that chance like I did before. I knew I needed it. ‘No slow-motion work this time’, I told myself. But firstly I had to take some moments to finish up my skin care routine peacefully because it was important. I had plenty of time but I had to make it useful. 
And I did reach the station and hopped on my train timely and safely. As the train was running, I decided what I would be doing after I had appeared for the interview properly. I needed to call my mom. Probably she liked me or liked me not but I did not have to think about that. I also do need to call my therapist and thank her. She was a good adviser after all. As the train started to run faster, I kept thinking about the dream. It felt too relatable. Like I had lived my life in that dream. 
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paz-djarin · 11 months
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Sugar Rush
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Don’t feed Paz any sweets.
Rating: General Audience
Authors Note: Sorry for misspelling.
Paz dashes through the hall way. Pre running after him. The child’s giggles filled the home.
“Paz! Just calm down.” Pre begs as he chases him all around the house. I should have listened! My wife specifically told not to feed Paz anything sugary. I let him have one cookie and he drank my coffee when I wasn’t looking.
Paz literally jumps over the couch, still laughing. The poor boy saw so many colors and a 3 headed dog. Pre huffing and wheezing he is surprised how much energy Paz still has left.
“Yay! You can’t catch me.” Paz cheers happily.
“Paz…! Please, slow down.” Pre wheezes, “I’m getting too old for this…”
This went on for hours and hours. Paz would not stay still long enough for his father to get him.
Paz jumps and sits on top of the bookshelf, “Hi dad.” His voice squeaks.
Pre looks up at his son, this boy is going to be the death of me… He tries getting his son down from the bookshelf. No luck at all. How in the world did he get up here in the first place?
He is standing on his tippy toes. “Come on Paz.” Pre mutters, “get down here.”
He tried grabbing Paz, the child watches his father struggle to get him. Paz couldn’t help, but to laugh. Pre tries not to laugh, at this point it was kinda funny. Paz was hiccuping and laughing.
Pre started to laugh, he stopped trying to grab his son. He is holding his stomach and laughing. Paz leaps off the bookshelf and football tackles his father. Which caused them to laugh even more.
Having to chase Paz all around the house for most of the day, just because he had some sweets. Was the best thing to happen.
Finally Paz’s laughs died down and fell asleep. Pre smiles picking him up and carried him to his room. Placing him in the bed and tucking him in.
Pre tossed himself in the bed he shared with his wife, not long after his wife came home. She also went to bed, as soon as she laid down Pre wrapped his arms around her.
He was mumbling something in mandalorian. She hugs him back. Just listening to him.
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budugu · 11 months
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Ok listen i got a story idea..... You've heard of Forced relationship, proximity,marriage etc.... How about forced breakup?
Ohk brb I'm going to write ✍️
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