NEVER tell your parents that you're working on 'nothing'. They will immediately get sus, and demand to see what you're working on. Trust, me. It has happened dozens of times to me.
@@kayla_playz1026 basics of a story. That way you can write some basic details and show that. Or if your parents would believe you saying nothing you can say that
If I were you I would draw a decent little flower or something on the next page so whenever your parent comes by, you flip to that page and when they ask, you just say “oh I’m just doodling”
I have nowhere else to share this but I just finished the first chapter of my first draft! I know this isn’t too huge of a deal, but this is my first time writing a book and not a short story so I’m really proud!
Me writing a book and hoping for a large fandom with so much fanfiction just so I can post the first rough draft of the story and call it an AU and no one will know.
I have a similar fantasy of people writing fanfiction of my work and then me going undercover and writing my own fanfiction of my own work. The thing is: I need to actually start, finish, and publish the book before I can do that.
so i finished my first fanfiction in nov 2022, and then in january my brain just went "hi, remember that one work that you're super proud of? yeah, rewrite the whole thing and rework the characters so it can be published as an original work and also this is the only thing you're going to think about for the next six months ok? ok" and i've been here ever since
Being a writer is a legitment struggle. I have always adored writing and have finally made my way about 20 000 words deep into a novel I'm writing. This is the furthest I've ever come when it comes to actually writing something long (I have commitment issues okay). And just at the most inconvenient time possible an idea for a new book, the sudden urge to start editing my current draft and the urge to just delete the whole thing all together have come in most chaotic unison.
Here's an idea, I recommend starting with short stories or like just short events with your characters in them. I typically come up with stories while I'm just doing whatever and I rush to my notebook to get the ideas down. When you have brainstormed enough, make an outline of what you want your story to look like and then write it. That way you will know how much you got done and how much you have left rather than spitting words out with no end and then quitting.
5:44 if your parents ask this, don't say nothing, just say "oh i'm writing a book" and if they ask "what is it about?" just give them the basic outline of the plot and only the important characters, but don't reveal anything about them, OR another choice, again, say "oh i'm writing a book" and if they say "what is it about?" just say "i don't know yet"
amazing comp!! I’m an aspirating author and the one about dreaming of there being a whole fandom about your work but being very upset about actually having to do the work to get there hits VERY close to home haha
when I make characters, I try to make outfits that fit their personality that are in my wardrobe, then I sometimes wear it while I write, or I wear parts of each outfit to inspire me to write, if I don't know which book to work on.
@@bxttercxp_swxxts Make outfits that remind you of them, I have a necklace that looks like the one my main character, Azed, wears. you might find a pair of earrings that you think your character would love and wear that when you write or style something after their personality!
I'm not a real author I'm just a fanfic writer but these are still pretty relatable. rn im itching to write so bad but suffering from writer's block lmao
Exactly, what @alieO said. Writing either original or fanfiction makes you a writer. I started in fanfiction, and actually turned one into an original novel. (It's still a wip.)
I remember one time i looked up fanart for my characters and then got confused why there wasn’t any and tried specifying by puts the book name after it only to realize that im the author and it’s not published yet… and that im still on the first draft. Mercury Nightshade (he/they)
This is a story I’m working on: At certain times, fear stops us, and holds us back. Other times, it protects us, and keeps us from making stupid decisions. I thought my fear was holding me back, so I ignored it, just to fit in with my friends. Little did I know, that decision would nearly cost me my life. I survived the ordeal, but unfortunately, my friends didn’t. It all started one summer morning. My 3 friends and I would all be going to different colleges soon, so we had been hanging out with each other the past few months as often as we could. We wanted to make the most of the time we had left together. We didn’t when we’d be able to hang out together again once school started. There was only one week of vacation left, so I set up a group call with the three of them and asked how a couple days of camping in the woods sounded to them. They were all unsure of the idea, and truthfully, so was I. None of us had gone camping before. Still, I somehow convinced all of us, myself included, to give it a try. So, the plan was set. At 7:00 in the evening, we’d all gather into one car, bags packed, and drive around for a while until we could find a nice spot to set up camp. I had everything with me and was just about to head out the door, when the news my mom was watching in the living room caught my attention. “Charlie Peterson was found murdered at 9 in the morning yesterday in the South Woods forest, lying face down in the river, covered with blood. Police have yet to find the suspect but urge everyone to stay as far away from the forest as they can for their own safety.” South Woods Forest. That’s where we were planning to set up camp. “Sweetie,” my mom called. The urgency and worry in her voice was crystal clear. “I’m not going to stop you from sleeping over at your friend’s house this weekend, but get there as soon as you can, and lock the doors once you’re inside immediately. And stay inside. Keep me updated too, alright? I don’t want anything bad happening to you, do you hear me?” I nodded without a word and left. Yes, I lied to my mother. She always thought the forest was dangerous, and I knew she’d never allow me to go, so I told her I’d be staying over at my friend’s house for a couple nights. I felt bad about lying, but I wanted to have a bold and daring experience with my friends before we all split up. I drove over to my friend Victor's house, where the whole gang was waiting for me. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” Victor cheered. He was the party animal of our group, always up for anything and everything. “Last one in the car gets bad luck for a week!” Drake followed. He was always the Joker, could find a bright side to anything, and got along amazingly well with Victor. Brianna was next to go in. “If anyone happens to get hurt on this trip, let me know, I’ve got a first aid kit with me. It has bandaids, an epipen, gauze…” She was the mother of our group. Always cool, collected, and grounded. Finally, I got in, and we all set off. If you’re wondering who I was in the group, I couldn’t tell you. I’m still trying to figure that out myself. The more we drove into the forest, the more the pit of worry grew in my stomach. I decided to tell them what I saw on the news, but when I did, they all laughed. None of them believed me. “Come on Layne, we know you’re just trying to scare us,” Drake said. I pulled out my phone to show them the news article, but found I had no cell service. I sighed and sank in my seat. I had no choice but to go through with this, and pray nothing bad happened. The prayers in fact, did not help. We found a nice spot and started setting up camp. I tried to relax and enjoy myself, but my anxious thoughts were getting the better of me. I heard rustling noises left and right, swore I saw shadows lurking behind the trees, and heard my inner thoughts going “If you want to live, get out of this forest NOW.” But I didn’t listen. I told myself I was exaggerating. I was in fact, not exaggerating. We finished setting everything up, and the first thing we did was roast some hot dogs and marshmallows by the toasty fire. At this point I had started to ease up a little. We were fine. We were safe. We were together. Nothing could hurt us. The last thing we did to end our night was share some spooky stories by the fire, and boy was spooky right. It took me half an hour to fall asleep in my tent that night. But it didn’t matter. I was woken up a few hours later by Drake barging into my tent and shaking me by the shoulder. “Where the hell is Victor? Have you seen him?” There were many reasons I could not think straight at the moment. For one thing, Drake was never the kind of person to start freaking out like that, the only other time I remember him being this worried was when he borrowed his mom’s car without her knowing and accidentally dented it. Also, he woke me up at 5am. No one can act like a normal human being at 5am. Still, I gave him the only answer I had; that I hadn’t seen Victor since he went inside his tent to go to sleep. By this point, he had woken up Brianna too, and we both had to calm him down. Eventually he did, and we got a better idea on what was going on. Drake had apparently been woken up earlier by muffled noises coming from Victor’s tent. He called out to him and asked if he was okay, but there was no answer. Finally, the noises stopped, and the last thing Drake heard was footsteps walking around the campsite, passing by our tents, and then leaving after a minute. He then remembered what I had told him about the murder in the forest. That’s when he freaked. “Were you telling the truth about that murder?” he urgently asked me. Shook, I nodded my head yes. He then started cursing and muttering under his breath. This time, I had to be the one to shake him by the shoulders. “Get a grip on yourself! We’ll find him, I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he went to go collect some firewood. Look, why don’t we wait here for 5 minutes, and if he’s not back by then, we’ll go looking for him, okay?” This seemed to calm him down momentarily, as he nodded quietly, and the three of us stood there in the forest, at 5 in the morning, waiting for our friend to return. 5 minutes passed however, but there was still no sign of him, so we took our flashlights, and headed out to look for him. We made sure to stick together closely, we didn’t need another member of our group getting split up from us Edit: I finished the story. Look at the replies to see it!
@@natii111 I finished it: At certain times, fear stops us, and holds us back. Other times, it protects us, and keeps us from doing stupid things. I thought my fear was irrational, so I ignored it. Little did I know, that decision would nearly cost me my life. I survived the ordeal, but unfortunately, my friends didn’t. It all started one summer morning. My 3 friends and I would all be going to different colleges soon, so we had been hanging out with each other the past few months as often as we could. We wanted to make the most of the time we had left together. We didn’t when we’d be able to hang out together again once school started. There was only one week of vacation left, so I set up a group call with the three of them and asked how a couple days of camping in the woods sounded to them. They were all unsure of the idea, and truthfully, so was I. None of us had gone camping before. Still, I somehow convinced all of us, myself included, to give it a try. So, the plan was set. At 7:00 in the evening, we’d all gather into one car, bags packed, and drive around for a while until we could find a nice spot to set up camp. I had everything with me and was just about to head out the door, when the news my mom was watching in the living room caught my attention. “Charlie Peterson was found murdered at 9 in the morning yesterday in the South Woods forest, lying face down in the river, covered with blood. Police have yet to find the suspect but urge everyone to stay as far away from the forest as they can for their own safety.” South Woods Forest. That’s where we were planning to set up camp. “Sweetie,” my mom called. The urgency and worry in her voice was crystal clear. “I’m not going to stop you from sleeping over at your friend’s house this weekend, but get there as soon as you can, and lock the doors once you’re inside immediately. And stay inside. Keep me updated too, alright? I don’t want anything bad happening to you, do you hear me?” I nodded without a word and left. Yes, I lied to my mother. She always thought the forest was dangerous, and I knew she’d never allow me to go, so I told her I’d be staying over at my friend’s house for a couple nights. I felt bad about lying, but I wanted to have a bold and daring experience with my friends before we all split up. I drove over to my friend Victor's house, where the whole gang was waiting for me. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” Victor cheered. He was the party animal of our group, always up for anything and everything. “Last one in the car gets bad luck for a week!” Drake followed. He was always the Joker, could find a bright side to anything, and got along amazingly well with Victor. Brianna was next to go in. “If anyone happens to get hurt on this trip, let me know, I’ve got a first aid kit with me. It has bandaids, an epipen, gauze…” She was the mother of our group. Always cool, collected, and grounded. Finally, I got in, and we all set off. If you’re wondering who I was in the group, I couldn’t tell you. I’m still trying to figure that out myself. The more we drove into the forest, the more the pit of worry grew in my stomach. I decided to tell them what I saw on the news, but when I did, they all laughed. None of them believed me. “Come on Layne, we know you’re just trying to scare us,” Drake said. I pulled out my phone to show them the news article, but found I had no cell service. I sighed and sank in my seat. I had no choice but to go through with this, and pray nothing bad happened. The prayers in fact, did not help. We found a nice spot and started setting up camp. I tried to relax and enjoy myself, but my anxious thoughts were getting the better of me. I heard rustling noises left and right, swore I saw shadows lurking behind the trees, and heard my inner thoughts going “If you want to live, get out of this forest NOW.” But I didn’t listen. I told myself I was exaggerating. I was in fact, not exaggerating. We finished setting everything up, and the first thing we did was roast some hot dogs and marshmallows by the toasty fire. At this point I had started to ease up a little. We were fine. We were safe. We were together. Nothing could hurt us. The last thing we did to end our night was share some spooky stories by the fire, and boy was spooky right. It took me half an hour to fall asleep in my tent that night. But it didn’t matter. I was woken up a few hours later by Drake barging into my tent and shaking me by the shoulder. “Where the hell is Victor? Have you seen him?” There were a couple reasons I could not think straight at the moment. For one thing, Drake was never the kind of person to start freaking out like that, the only other time I remember him being this worried was when he borrowed his mom’s car without her knowing and accidentally crashed it. Also, he woke me up at 5am. No one can act like a normal human being at 5am. Still, I gave him the only answer I had; that I hadn’t seen Victor since he went inside his tent to go to sleep. By this point, he had woken up Brianna too, and we both had to calm him down. Eventually he did, and we got a better idea on what was going on. Drake had apparently been woken up earlier by muffled noises coming from Victor’s tent. He called out to him and asked if he was okay, but there was no answer. Finally, the noises stopped, and the last thing Drake heard was footsteps walking around the campsite, passing by our tents, and then leaving after a minute. He then remembered what I had told him about the murder in the forest, and that’s when he freaked. “Were you telling the truth about that murder?” he urgently asked me. Shook, I nodded my head yes. He then started cursing and muttering under his breath. This time, I had to be the one to shake him by the shoulders. “Get a grip on yourself! We’ll find him, I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he went to go collect some firewood. Look, why don’t we wait here for 5 minutes, and if he’s not back by then, we’ll go looking for him, okay?” This seemed to calm him down momentarily, as he nodded quietly, and the three of us stood there in the forest, at 5 in the morning, waiting for our friend to return. 5 minutes passed however, but there was still no sign of him, so we took our flashlights, and headed out to look for him. We made sure to stick together closely, we didn’t need another member of our group getting split up from us. We were all nearing by a river, and that made me nervous, as I remembered where Charlie’s body had been discovered just a couple days ago. I told Brianna to go check around the river, but it only took a few seconds for that decision to go horribly wrong. She let out the most horrified scream I had ever heard. Drake and I immediately rushed over to where she was. What I saw made my heart drop, and my stomach flip. He wasn’t covered in blood, but he was lying face down in the river, limp. We dragged him out, and without wasting a second, Brianna checked his wrist to see if she could feel a pulse. After a few seconds, she looked at both of us and shook her head. He was dead. We all just stood there; shocked, silent, heartbroken, horrified. We all understood what had happened to him. There was a red mark around his neck, clear as day. He had been choked. I knew none of us were feeling well in the slightest at the moment, but we had to get out of here before one of us was next. (One of us was in fact, next.) “Guys, we need to get as far away from here as possible and call the police. Let’s go pack everything up now.” They nodded, and we all walked away silently. I looked at his cold, dead body one last time. Knowing he was gone made me sick to my stomach. None of us ever should’ve come here. The worst thing was, this trip was my idea. It was my fault he was dead. I got out of my thoughts in time to catch up with my friends. I noticed something about both of them as they were packing. Brianna was going through everything slowly, her arms and legs were shaking, and I could tell she was holding back tears. I came over to her and gave her a warm hug. I knew nothing I said would console her at the moment, but I at least wanted her to know I was by her side. Drake on the other hand, was packing everything up fast, and even tossing things in the car, hard. I could tell he was angry. “Drake, I’m sor-” He whipped his head around and glared at me before I could finish my sentence. “You’re sorry? Yeah, I bet you are. You’re the reason he’s gone you know! If we hadn’t gone on this stupid camping trip, none of this would be happening right now! Victor wouldn't be lying dead in the dirt right now!” I sighed heavily, holding down the lump in my throat. “You’re right.” I replied, and continued packing. Arguing wouldn’t get us anywhere, and we had to leave fast. Drake went silent. Not long after, we all finished packing, and started driving. I had to take some deep breaths to ease myself. Victor might be dead, but we were driving out of the forest now. We were safe. There was no way the murderer was following us. My thoughts spoke way too soon.
@@natii111 Part two: We all jolted forward hard as a car hit us from behind. Then…we heard gunshots. This wasn’t happening. This. Was. Not. Happening. “Hold on tight guys, this thing’s about to go from 40 to 80.” Brianna warned us. The car was going so fast, I thought we were about to pull a Back To The Future and end up somewhere in the past. After all, anywhere would be better than here. We drove like that for less than a minute before a bullet popped our tire, and we ended up crashing into a tree. Drake and I were alright somehow, but Brianna bashed her head on the wheel and was unconscious. We both tried waking her up but it was no use. Drake started cursing again. “We have to get out and run as fast as we can,” I told him. “That’s your plan?!” “Do you have a better one?” He shook his head no. We got out of the car, but just as we were about to run, we heard a deep voice. “Well, well, well.” We turned to look at him, and sure enough, it was the guy who had killed Charlie, Victor, and maybe even Brianna. I wasn’t sure what condition she was in. “Looks like I only have one bullet left.” We were frozen in fear. “You two look like a cute couple, I’ll let one of you live” He cocked his gun. “So I’ll give you guys a five second head start.” I knew this was life or death. I grabbed Drake’s hand and we both ran as fast as we could. My heart was racing, my lungs were burning, my fear was overwhelming, and the gunshot- the gunshot left a ringing in my ears. I hoped, really, really hoped that he missed. But he didn’t. He shot Drake. In the back. He fell forward face first onto the pavement and almost pulled me down too. I stopped. I could immediately tell he was gone. The scene was too much for me to look at, so I turned to look behind me. He was a bit far, but I could’ve sworn I saw him smile before getting back into his car, and driving off into the forest. He didn’t bother trying to kill me. He just went back into the forest, to sit and wait for his next victim. At this point, I was not okay. In less than an hour I had seen Victor and Drake die, and Brianna fall unconscious. But I knew I had to keep going. I needed to get help. I ran until I had cell service, and dialed 911, but I didn’t bother staying. I told the operator all the necessary information I needed to give, then found my way home, and proceeded to cry myself to sleep. I didn’t look, or feel much better in the morning. I walked downstairs slowly, still unable to process everything. I saw my mother waiting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was surprised to see me. “Layne? I thought you’d still be at your friend’s house. When did you get here?” I didn’t even know where to begin telling her everything. She saw my face and poured me a cup of coffee. “Okay, what happened?” I sat down and told her the story. She was silent the whole time. Once I was finished, I was nearly shaking; from reliving that nightmare just a few hours ago all over again, and from the fear of not knowing how my mom would react. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as upset as I thought she would be. Sure, she wasn’t happy that I lied to her about where I was going, but for the most part, she was glad that I was okay. Physically at least. I decided it was best to seek out a therapist after that, and speak to them about what happened. I still have PTSD from the event, but therapy does help. I still go once a week. About my friends, Victor and Drake did in fact, pass away. But Brianna is in a coma. It’s been 5 months since the incident, and she hasn’t woken up. But if she does, I didn't think there would be enough words for me to tell her how sorry I am for everything that happened. I still blame myself for it. It was one of the last things Drake said to me too. I was the one that chose to go camping, and chose to continue our trip even after hearing the news. I was so stupid- so reckless. So afraid of our friend group falling apart. But in the end, that’s exactly what happened.
I love being a writer. I enjoy coming up with ideas. Since I am currently writing my first book. I am 60 000 words in and I am proud of my vigor not to quit. I am looking for ways to add some ingredients to my world building to make it interesting. I will drew inspiration from Greek, Persian, Celtic, Roman, and Norse history to enrich my narrative
When I was in, seventh grade I think, I wrote up the first chapter of a story. It was about mafia and gangs because I was very into BSD at the time (ifykyk). I had been writing constantly, thinking about character relationships, ages, backstory, and not the plot at all. All that being said, I decided someone needed to read my masterpiece. That someone ended up being my english teacher. At recess I handed her nine freshly printed and stapled pages. Then she pointed out how I had used the word "giddy" to describe the reaction of one if the characters. When I chose that word I wish I was lying aboyt how much reasearch I did about it. And then I promotly decided the story was trash and what was I even doing with my life.
The best part abt being a writer is that essays in school are EASY to you, as you just research a topic instead of making your own plot line, and WAY less words!!
Would anyone here read a fantasy book series where the a human gets sucked into a magical world except she’s not the Mc. The mc can control plants and lives in the magical world with her bff bird boi. The world is later invaded by humans and all of the fantasy creatures fight together. Just curious if it sounds interesting!
I told one of my friends with my book was about and shared her the PDF of it so far and she’s like oh it’s a wholesome love adventure story and then they have to hear the whole talk about it being generation trauma
2:06 i feel this even if i'm not a writer, the plot line that becomes my favorite part of the story is LITERALLY when sum1 died (and revived for more suffering)
As someone who has been writing a webcomic and has thought about writing a book right now these are really relatable. Edit: I stumbled upon this by accident and I'm not disappointed I hope to see your channel grow
5:24 RELATABLE I’m like this with my parents all the time, honestly idk it’s cuz I am plopping my ideas down on a page or how my plot is just that gruesome? I mean yeah…I am writing Dystopian Horror 😅
I’m writing a book and I just finished the first page, and it’s about a mass murderers attempt at murdering the mc and it’s failing so far. Wish me luck!
Just in case anyone needs a reminder today: ‘Said’ is an invisible dialogue tag. Except in the most extreme cases, a reader doesn’t even notice ‘said.’ Words like ‘murmured,’ ‘yelled,’ or ‘postulated?’ Not invisible. Very, very noticeable. Obnoxious, even. And while we’re on the subject, ‘Ejaculated’ is not a dialogue tag, it’s a sex act.
“persons who suspect they have given others cause of offence, are apt to conclude they are offended;”-The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding
piece of advice guys, if you realize that you're book is bad but ur already invested energy in it, dont worry, keep writing, try outlining ur story and remember THIS IS UR FIRST GODDAMN DRAFT, STOP MAKING EXCUSES AND GET UR LAZY ASS BACK TO WRITING ps. good luck and tell me abt it, and if u publish it, lmk i would read it asap
So when i get writer's block, i get frustrated and write a one-shot shortass fanfic of my story😂 it sometimes helps,sometimes i just rip the fanfic apart or burn it cuz my mum would see and i wasn't supposed to be writing a steamy fic of my own story that im stuck on😂😂
For me, I've found that adding one small detail or obstacle can allow you to constantly expand because there's always new information or goal that needed to be achieved. Like I'm not sure what your story is about but whatever your characters goal is just put more stuff in their way and maybe introduce some new characters. For example let's say your character needs to find a sword but instead of instantly knowing where it is, they need to seek out a library and in that library they meet an old librarian who needs a favour or maybe the map was stolen. Then once they solve that and make their way to the sword they meet a guy in the woods who saves them, then that guy joins them but then he gets kidnapped and has to be rescued.
My writer quirks : -once wrote 30K words, then abadoned the book cause it had 0 plot -can literally only write sapphic love stories -look at all the pretty world building and complex characters and-----there is no plot -he's gay, she's gay, they're gay -big words that i will repeat every four-five paragraphs
you should write the scenes you’re thinking of and work them into the manuscript once you get there! i do that often, for one it keeps me from forgetting details/dialogue i think of, and it clears extra headspace to focus on the scenes i have to write at the beginning
When I first started my story, I wanted NOT A HINT of romance in there. However, my shipper brain is dum. Would it be best if the side character has a small, unrequited crush on the mc's best friend?
5:24 OMG I'M SO GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS LIKE THIS 😭🥲!! Whenever I'm writing my book or thinking about it I'm like, "Omg I'm going to have fanfic about this, fanart, a freakin movie, 🤡" Idk I like daydreaming about that type of scenario but I'm probably getting my hopes to high 😭...
I’m making a fan fic universe called the y/n universe something that isn’t seen much it’s a rollercoaster lol first book still ongoing on Wattpad Born From A Legend
Okay, so I’m an artist, I create these characters and I draw them… however I’ve created these little worlds and backgrounds for each character that I drew and I’m trying to but them into words ( like a book or little short stories) but this is my first time and I don’t know were to start…
Does anyone have any good writing prompts? I love writing but the only story I have so far is shared with a friend and I want to be independent and write my own story! I can usually never find good writing prompts to be honest, I’ve only written a fantasy story and a horrible alien story and I kinda wanna try sci-fi or something and get better at writing PROMPT STUFF: 1. Nothing not kid friendly- I can do death and stuff but no romance stuff, It’s not like I’m not ok with it it’s just that I’m bad at it and my parents might see 2. I don’t do death tournament stuff or horror 3. Sorry for there being so many guidelines but there’s one left, just an add on, I’m not good at writing about old / elderly people- in fact I suck at it PROMPT GUIDELINES OVER write your ideas!⬇️
Help 😭 I'm an aspiring author working on my first book and the main character is named Evangeline, and I'm trying to give reasons for otgers in her kingdom to dislike such as her not being girly, having black hair, her liking plants and being outdoorsy, but I also don't want her to be a " not like other girls " girl. Any advice?
NEVER tell your parents that you're working on 'nothing'. They will immediately get sus, and demand to see what you're working on. Trust, me. It has happened dozens of times to me.
Then what should i say? They wont support me and they wont like what im writting considering my age
@@kayla_playz1026 I'm definitely not the right person to ask, sorry.
@@kayla_playz1026 basics of a story. That way you can write some basic details and show that. Or if your parents would believe you saying nothing you can say that
If I were you I would draw a decent little flower or something on the next page so whenever your parent comes by, you flip to that page and when they ask, you just say “oh I’m just doodling”
@@Maya-gz1st that’s actually a really good idea
fact: all writers have terrible posture and back pain but are too stubborn to stop their writing to correct it.
I'm literally hunched over my laptop as I'm reading this
i literally have scoliosis bc of this
im lying sideways on my bed with my laptop how did u know-
I have terrible back issues due to years of acrobatic classes. Somehow I think these two things are correlated.
Didn’t have to call me out like that 😢😂
I have nowhere else to share this but I just finished the first chapter of my first draft! I know this isn’t too huge of a deal, but this is my first time writing a book and not a short story so I’m really proud!
Good job!!
I just finished the first chapter of my first draft too!! I’m so proud of you, keep at it :))
That's great! I'm also very proud of you
Good luck!
YAYYY
Me writing a book and hoping for a large fandom with so much fanfiction just so I can post the first rough draft of the story and call it an AU and no one will know.
I have a similar fantasy of people writing fanfiction of my work and then me going undercover and writing my own fanfiction of my own work.
The thing is: I need to actually start, finish, and publish the book before I can do that.
@@tomonewi omfg same
I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE!!! Good luck with your book!
Same😊
Haha!
so i finished my first fanfiction in nov 2022, and then in january my brain just went "hi, remember that one work that you're super proud of? yeah, rewrite the whole thing and rework the characters so it can be published as an original work and also this is the only thing you're going to think about for the next six months ok? ok" and i've been here ever since
GOOD LUCK! 🖤
I can't stop laughing. It took him all day to come up with "The day was hot." lol I don't know why that cracked me up so much, but that was hilarious.
Being a writer is a legitment struggle. I have always adored writing and have finally made my way about 20 000 words deep into a novel I'm writing. This is the furthest I've ever come when it comes to actually writing something long (I have commitment issues okay). And just at the most inconvenient time possible an idea for a new book, the sudden urge to start editing my current draft and the urge to just delete the whole thing all together have come in most chaotic unison.
Are you me?
@@jyjaeskz Yes.
Here's an idea, I recommend starting with short stories or like just short events with your characters in them. I typically come up with stories while I'm just doing whatever and I rush to my notebook to get the ideas down. When you have brainstormed enough, make an outline of what you want your story to look like and then write it. That way you will know how much you got done and how much you have left rather than spitting words out with no end and then quitting.
All writers are struggling trust me you're not alone and I believe you can do it. Remember to take time off when you need to
20000 IS INSANE WELL DONE!!! (I also have committment issues I get the struggle) I promise it will be worth it
5:44 if your parents ask this, don't say nothing, just say "oh i'm writing a book" and if they ask "what is it about?" just give them the basic outline of the plot and only the important characters, but don't reveal anything about them, OR another choice, again, say "oh i'm writing a book" and if they say "what is it about?" just say "i don't know yet"
yuh but words dont words
amazing comp!! I’m an aspirating author and the one about dreaming of there being a whole fandom about your work but being very upset about actually having to do the work to get there hits VERY close to home haha
I hope you achieve your dream, I’m sure you’re an awesome writer!!!
@@lillabilla_ I second that
i relate
SAMEEEE fr you'll do amazing! just keep working to your goal!
We keep dreaming loll. Let’s use that as a fuel to help us get to a point where it may be possible!❤🎉
when I make characters, I try to make outfits that fit their personality that are in my wardrobe, then I sometimes wear it while I write, or I wear parts of each outfit to inspire me to write, if I don't know which book to work on.
In some other stories I was writing, I did that. But this hits hard when currently my characters wear a uniform all the time 😂
@@bxttercxp_swxxts Make outfits that remind you of them, I have a necklace that looks like the one my main character, Azed, wears. you might find a pair of earrings that you think your character would love and wear that when you write or style something after their personality!
I'm not a real author I'm just a fanfic writer but these are still pretty relatable. rn im itching to write so bad but suffering from writer's block lmao
HEY, whether its a published book or fanficions, writing is still hard. be proud of yourself.
Exactly, what @alieO said. Writing either original or fanfiction makes you a writer. I started in fanfiction, and actually turned one into an original novel. (It's still a wip.)
literally same omg
A writer is a writer dear.
If you write, then you're a writer
I’m so thankful the the girl who made a list of website for world building, character creation etc
I remember one time i looked up fanart for my characters and then got confused why there wasn’t any and tried specifying by puts the book name after it only to realize that im the author and it’s not published yet… and that im still on the first draft.
Mercury Nightshade (he/they)
DKCJKNES I LOVE THISS
I did Akinator the other day for one of my characters... Got really confused when "your OC" came up 😭
Now THIS is relatable. I've done the same thing for my character.
3:49 idk how my notes have not completely crashed by now
This is a story I’m working on:
At certain times, fear stops us, and holds us back. Other times, it protects us, and keeps us from making stupid decisions. I thought my fear was holding me back, so I ignored it, just to fit in with my friends. Little did I know, that decision would nearly cost me my life. I survived the ordeal, but unfortunately, my friends didn’t.
It all started one summer morning. My 3 friends and I would all be going to different colleges soon, so we had been hanging out with each other the past few months as often as we could. We wanted to make the most of the time we had left together. We didn’t when we’d be able to hang out together again once school started. There was only one week of vacation left, so I set up a group call with the three of them and asked how a couple days of camping in the woods sounded to them. They were all unsure of the idea, and truthfully, so was I. None of us had gone camping before. Still, I somehow convinced all of us, myself included, to give it a try. So, the plan was set. At 7:00 in the evening, we’d all gather into one car, bags packed, and drive around for a while until we could find a nice spot to set up camp. I had everything with me and was just about to head out the door, when the news my mom was watching in the living room caught my attention.
“Charlie Peterson was found murdered at 9 in the morning yesterday in the South Woods forest, lying face down in the river, covered with blood. Police have yet to find the suspect but urge everyone to stay as far away from the forest as they can for their own safety.”
South Woods Forest. That’s where we were planning to set up camp. “Sweetie,” my mom called. The urgency and worry in her voice was crystal clear. “I’m not going to stop you from sleeping over at your friend’s house this weekend, but get there as soon as you can, and lock the doors once you’re inside immediately. And stay inside. Keep me updated too, alright? I don’t want anything bad happening to you, do you hear me?” I nodded without a word and left. Yes, I lied to my mother. She always thought the forest was dangerous, and I knew she’d never allow me to go, so I told her I’d be staying over at my friend’s house for a couple nights. I felt bad about lying, but I wanted to have a bold and daring experience with my friends before we all split up.
I drove over to my friend Victor's house, where the whole gang was waiting for me. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” Victor cheered. He was the party animal of our group, always up for anything and everything. “Last one in the car gets bad luck for a week!” Drake followed. He was always the Joker, could find a bright side to anything, and got along amazingly well with Victor. Brianna was next to go in. “If anyone happens to get hurt on this trip, let me know, I’ve got a first aid kit with me. It has bandaids, an epipen, gauze…” She was the mother of our group. Always cool, collected, and grounded. Finally, I got in, and we all set off. If you’re wondering who I was in the group, I couldn’t tell you. I’m still trying to figure that out myself.
The more we drove into the forest, the more the pit of worry grew in my stomach. I decided to tell them what I saw on the news, but when I did, they all laughed. None of them believed me. “Come on Layne, we know you’re just trying to scare us,” Drake said. I pulled out my phone to show them the news article, but found I had no cell service. I sighed and sank in my seat. I had no choice but to go through with this, and pray nothing bad happened. The prayers in fact, did not help. We found a nice spot and started setting up camp. I tried to relax and enjoy myself, but my anxious thoughts were getting the better of me. I heard rustling noises left and right, swore I saw shadows lurking behind the trees, and heard my inner thoughts going “If you want to live, get out of this forest NOW.” But I didn’t listen. I told myself I was exaggerating. I was in fact, not exaggerating. We finished setting everything up, and the first thing we did was roast some hot dogs and marshmallows by the toasty fire. At this point I had started to ease up a little. We were fine. We were safe. We were together. Nothing could hurt us. The last thing we did to end our night was share some spooky stories by the fire, and boy was spooky right. It took me half an hour to fall asleep in my tent that night. But it didn’t matter. I was woken up a few hours later by Drake barging into my tent and shaking me by the shoulder. “Where the hell is Victor? Have you seen him?” There were many reasons I could not think straight at the moment. For one thing, Drake was never the kind of person to start freaking out like that, the only other time I remember him being this worried was when he borrowed his mom’s car without her knowing and accidentally dented it. Also, he woke me up at 5am. No one can act like a normal human being at 5am. Still, I gave him the only answer I had; that I hadn’t seen Victor since he went inside his tent to go to sleep. By this point, he had woken up Brianna too, and we both had to calm him down. Eventually he did, and we got a better idea on what was going on. Drake had apparently been woken up earlier by muffled noises coming from Victor’s tent. He called out to him and asked if he was okay, but there was no answer. Finally, the noises stopped, and the last thing Drake heard was footsteps walking around the campsite, passing by our tents, and then leaving after a minute. He then remembered what I had told him about the murder in the forest. That’s when he freaked. “Were you telling the truth about that murder?” he urgently asked me. Shook, I nodded my head yes. He then started cursing and muttering under his breath. This time, I had to be the one to shake him by the shoulders. “Get a grip on yourself! We’ll find him, I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he went to go collect some firewood. Look, why don’t we wait here for 5 minutes, and if he’s not back by then, we’ll go looking for him, okay?” This seemed to calm him down momentarily, as he nodded quietly, and the three of us stood there in the forest, at 5 in the morning, waiting for our friend to return. 5 minutes passed however, but there was still no sign of him, so we took our flashlights, and headed out to look for him. We made sure to stick together closely, we didn’t need another member of our group getting split up from us
Edit: I finished the story. Look at the replies to see it!
so good!!
@@natii111
I finished it:
At certain times, fear stops us, and holds us back. Other times, it protects us, and keeps us from doing stupid things. I thought my fear was irrational, so I ignored it. Little did I know, that decision would nearly cost me my life. I survived the ordeal, but unfortunately, my friends didn’t.
It all started one summer morning. My 3 friends and I would all be going to different colleges soon, so we had been hanging out with each other the past few months as often as we could. We wanted to make the most of the time we had left together. We didn’t when we’d be able to hang out together again once school started. There was only one week of vacation left, so I set up a group call with the three of them and asked how a couple days of camping in the woods sounded to them. They were all unsure of the idea, and truthfully, so was I. None of us had gone camping before. Still, I somehow convinced all of us, myself included, to give it a try. So, the plan was set. At 7:00 in the evening, we’d all gather into one car, bags packed, and drive around for a while until we could find a nice spot to set up camp. I had everything with me and was just about to head out the door, when the news my mom was watching in the living room caught my attention.
“Charlie Peterson was found murdered at 9 in the morning yesterday in the South Woods forest, lying face down in the river, covered with blood. Police have yet to find the suspect but urge everyone to stay as far away from the forest as they can for their own safety.”
South Woods Forest. That’s where we were planning to set up camp. “Sweetie,” my mom called. The urgency and worry in her voice was crystal clear. “I’m not going to stop you from sleeping over at your friend’s house this weekend, but get there as soon as you can, and lock the doors once you’re inside immediately. And stay inside. Keep me updated too, alright? I don’t want anything bad happening to you, do you hear me?” I nodded without a word and left. Yes, I lied to my mother. She always thought the forest was dangerous, and I knew she’d never allow me to go, so I told her I’d be staying over at my friend’s house for a couple nights. I felt bad about lying, but I wanted to have a bold and daring experience with my friends before we all split up.
I drove over to my friend Victor's house, where the whole gang was waiting for me. “Alright, let’s get this party started!” Victor cheered. He was the party animal of our group, always up for anything and everything. “Last one in the car gets bad luck for a week!” Drake followed. He was always the Joker, could find a bright side to anything, and got along amazingly well with Victor. Brianna was next to go in. “If anyone happens to get hurt on this trip, let me know, I’ve got a first aid kit with me. It has bandaids, an epipen, gauze…” She was the mother of our group. Always cool, collected, and grounded. Finally, I got in, and we all set off. If you’re wondering who I was in the group, I couldn’t tell you. I’m still trying to figure that out myself.
The more we drove into the forest, the more the pit of worry grew in my stomach. I decided to tell them what I saw on the news, but when I did, they all laughed. None of them believed me. “Come on Layne, we know you’re just trying to scare us,” Drake said. I pulled out my phone to show them the news article, but found I had no cell service. I sighed and sank in my seat. I had no choice but to go through with this, and pray nothing bad happened. The prayers in fact, did not help. We found a nice spot and started setting up camp. I tried to relax and enjoy myself, but my anxious thoughts were getting the better of me. I heard rustling noises left and right, swore I saw shadows lurking behind the trees, and heard my inner thoughts going “If you want to live, get out of this forest NOW.” But I didn’t listen. I told myself I was exaggerating. I was in fact, not exaggerating. We finished setting everything up, and the first thing we did was roast some hot dogs and marshmallows by the toasty fire. At this point I had started to ease up a little. We were fine. We were safe. We were together. Nothing could hurt us. The last thing we did to end our night was share some spooky stories by the fire, and boy was spooky right. It took me half an hour to fall asleep in my tent that night. But it didn’t matter. I was woken up a few hours later by Drake barging into my tent and shaking me by the shoulder. “Where the hell is Victor? Have you seen him?” There were a couple reasons I could not think straight at the moment. For one thing, Drake was never the kind of person to start freaking out like that, the only other time I remember him being this worried was when he borrowed his mom’s car without her knowing and accidentally crashed it. Also, he woke me up at 5am. No one can act like a normal human being at 5am. Still, I gave him the only answer I had; that I hadn’t seen Victor since he went inside his tent to go to sleep. By this point, he had woken up Brianna too, and we both had to calm him down. Eventually he did, and we got a better idea on what was going on. Drake had apparently been woken up earlier by muffled noises coming from Victor’s tent. He called out to him and asked if he was okay, but there was no answer. Finally, the noises stopped, and the last thing Drake heard was footsteps walking around the campsite, passing by our tents, and then leaving after a minute. He then remembered what I had told him about the murder in the forest, and that’s when he freaked. “Were you telling the truth about that murder?” he urgently asked me. Shook, I nodded my head yes. He then started cursing and muttering under his breath. This time, I had to be the one to shake him by the shoulders. “Get a grip on yourself! We’ll find him, I’m sure he’s fine. Maybe he went to go collect some firewood. Look, why don’t we wait here for 5 minutes, and if he’s not back by then, we’ll go looking for him, okay?” This seemed to calm him down momentarily, as he nodded quietly, and the three of us stood there in the forest, at 5 in the morning, waiting for our friend to return. 5 minutes passed however, but there was still no sign of him, so we took our flashlights, and headed out to look for him. We made sure to stick together closely, we didn’t need another member of our group getting split up from us. We were all nearing by a river, and that made me nervous, as I remembered where Charlie’s body had been discovered just a couple days ago. I told Brianna to go check around the river, but it only took a few seconds for that decision to go horribly wrong. She let out the most horrified scream I had ever heard. Drake and I immediately rushed over to where she was. What I saw made my heart drop, and my stomach flip. He wasn’t covered in blood, but he was lying face down in the river, limp. We dragged him out, and without wasting a second, Brianna checked his wrist to see if she could feel a pulse. After a few seconds, she looked at both of us and shook her head. He was dead.
We all just stood there; shocked, silent, heartbroken, horrified. We all understood what had happened to him. There was a red mark around his neck, clear as day. He had been choked. I knew none of us were feeling well in the slightest at the moment, but we had to get out of here before one of us was next. (One of us was in fact, next.) “Guys, we need to get as far away from here as possible and call the police. Let’s go pack everything up now.” They nodded, and we all walked away silently. I looked at his cold, dead body one last time. Knowing he was gone made me sick to my stomach. None of us ever should’ve come here. The worst thing was, this trip was my idea. It was my fault he was dead. I got out of my thoughts in time to catch up with my friends. I noticed something about both of them as they were packing. Brianna was going through everything slowly, her arms and legs were shaking, and I could tell she was holding back tears. I came over to her and gave her a warm hug. I knew nothing I said would console her at the moment, but I at least wanted her to know I was by her side. Drake on the other hand, was packing everything up fast, and even tossing things in the car, hard. I could tell he was angry. “Drake, I’m sor-” He whipped his head around and glared at me before I could finish my sentence. “You’re sorry? Yeah, I bet you are. You’re the reason he’s gone you know! If we hadn’t gone on this stupid camping trip, none of this would be happening right now! Victor wouldn't be lying dead in the dirt right now!” I sighed heavily, holding down the lump in my throat. “You’re right.” I replied, and continued packing. Arguing wouldn’t get us anywhere, and we had to leave fast. Drake went silent. Not long after, we all finished packing, and started driving. I had to take some deep breaths to ease myself. Victor might be dead, but we were driving out of the forest now. We were safe. There was no way the murderer was following us. My thoughts spoke way too soon.
@@natii111
Part two:
We all jolted forward hard as a car hit us from behind. Then…we heard gunshots. This wasn’t happening. This. Was. Not. Happening. “Hold on tight guys, this thing’s about to go from 40 to 80.” Brianna warned us. The car was going so fast, I thought we were about to pull a Back To The Future and end up somewhere in the past. After all, anywhere would be better than here. We drove like that for less than a minute before a bullet popped our tire, and we ended up crashing into a tree. Drake and I were alright somehow, but Brianna bashed her head on the wheel and was unconscious. We both tried waking her up but it was no use. Drake started cursing again. “We have to get out and run as fast as we can,” I told him. “That’s your plan?!” “Do you have a better one?” He shook his head no. We got out of the car, but just as we were about to run, we heard a deep voice. “Well, well, well.” We turned to look at him, and sure enough, it was the guy who had killed Charlie, Victor, and maybe even Brianna. I wasn’t sure what condition she was in. “Looks like I only have one bullet left.” We were frozen in fear. “You two look like a cute couple, I’ll let one of you live” He cocked his gun. “So I’ll give you guys a five second head start.” I knew this was life or death. I grabbed Drake’s hand and we both ran as fast as we could. My heart was racing, my lungs were burning, my fear was overwhelming, and the gunshot- the gunshot left a ringing in my ears. I hoped, really, really hoped that he missed. But he didn’t. He shot Drake. In the back. He fell forward face first onto the pavement and almost pulled me down too. I stopped. I could immediately tell he was gone. The scene was too much for me to look at, so I turned to look behind me. He was a bit far, but I could’ve sworn I saw him smile before getting back into his car, and driving off into the forest. He didn’t bother trying to kill me. He just went back into the forest, to sit and wait for his next victim. At this point, I was not okay. In less than an hour I had seen Victor and Drake die, and Brianna fall unconscious. But I knew I had to keep going. I needed to get help. I ran until I had cell service, and dialed 911, but I didn’t bother staying. I told the operator all the necessary information I needed to give, then found my way home, and proceeded to cry myself to sleep.
I didn’t look, or feel much better in the morning. I walked downstairs slowly, still unable to process everything. I saw my mother waiting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was surprised to see me. “Layne? I thought you’d still be at your friend’s house. When did you get here?” I didn’t even know where to begin telling her everything. She saw my face and poured me a cup of coffee. “Okay, what happened?” I sat down and told her the story. She was silent the whole time. Once I was finished, I was nearly shaking; from reliving that nightmare just a few hours ago all over again, and from the fear of not knowing how my mom would react. Surprisingly, she wasn’t as upset as I thought she would be. Sure, she wasn’t happy that I lied to her about where I was going, but for the most part, she was glad that I was okay. Physically at least.
I decided it was best to seek out a therapist after that, and speak to them about what happened. I still have PTSD from the event, but therapy does help. I still go once a week. About my friends, Victor and Drake did in fact, pass away. But Brianna is in a coma. It’s been 5 months since the incident, and she hasn’t woken up. But if she does, I didn't think there would be enough words for me to tell her how sorry I am for everything that happened. I still blame myself for it. It was one of the last things Drake said to me too. I was the one that chose to go camping, and chose to continue our trip even after hearing the news. I was so stupid- so reckless. So afraid of our friend group falling apart. But in the end, that’s exactly what happened.
@@acedreamer2004 Dang 😯
This has a lot of potential! How old are you? Have you been writing for long?
I love being a writer. I enjoy coming up with ideas. Since I am currently writing my first book. I am 60 000 words in and I am proud of my vigor not to quit. I am looking for ways to add some ingredients to my world building to make it interesting. I will drew inspiration from Greek, Persian, Celtic, Roman, and Norse history to enrich my narrative
When I was in, seventh grade I think, I wrote up the first chapter of a story. It was about mafia and gangs because I was very into BSD at the time (ifykyk). I had been writing constantly, thinking about character relationships, ages, backstory, and not the plot at all. All that being said, I decided someone needed to read my masterpiece. That someone ended up being my english teacher. At recess I handed her nine freshly printed and stapled pages. Then she pointed out how I had used the word "giddy" to describe the reaction of one if the characters. When I chose that word I wish I was lying aboyt how much reasearch I did about it. And then I promotly decided the story was trash and what was I even doing with my life.
BSD AHAHA I GET IT also isn't giddy a perfectly fine word for reactions???? 😭
@@etherealstrawberry9873 the reaction was to gunshots and she didn't criticize, she just sort of said, "Giddy? Interesting."
(anime fiends unite!)
The best part abt being a writer is that essays in school are EASY to you, as you just research a topic instead of making your own plot line, and WAY less words!!
Me: *happy that I’m not the only one who never writes straight characters*
i always need to sprinkle in a little *les,* a little *gay*
I write aroace characters most of the time.
@@ilovecatsyippieyaysame, unless the relationship is plot relevant
Would anyone here read a fantasy book series where the a human gets sucked into a magical world except she’s not the Mc. The mc can control plants and lives in the magical world with her bff bird boi. The world is later invaded by humans and all of the fantasy creatures fight together. Just curious if it sounds interesting!
WOAH THAT SOUNDS SO COOL
Yooo that sounds legit awesome, I'd read that and I love how the characters isn't like the MC like biggg MC
How is the idea going? I would love a book like that.
Who else wants to be a famous fan fiction writer for a fandom.
I'm a fanfiction writer but not a famous one. Half way there😅
yessss i want my fic to be the next ff1970
There is nothing wrong of dreaming about success ❤
Me!
I told one of my friends with my book was about and shared her the PDF of it so far and she’s like oh it’s a wholesome love adventure story and then they have to hear the whole talk about it being generation trauma
Okay, so the "Writer-Writer" at 3:00 is as mythical as a unicorn. Never seen, met, or heard of such a thing. Must be a fearsome thing to behold!
2:20 made me realize I need to write with friends! thankfully Willow was awake to help
3:20 that "eugh" was felt. I love my writing BUT I DON'T WANNA FINISH IT
Pretty pretty please make tons tons more of these I'm a struggling writer it's my passion and you're the only one who post these thanks!
on it😉
literally me no story of mine doesn't have one queer character (they're usually main) 1:56
2:06 i feel this even if i'm not a writer, the plot line that becomes my favorite part of the story is LITERALLY when sum1 died (and revived for more suffering)
Thank you!!! I haven’t been able to write enought lately this helped I love your channel
I'm glad you liked it! :)
As someone who has been writing a webcomic and has thought about writing a book right now these are really relatable.
Edit: I stumbled upon this by accident and I'm not disappointed I hope to see your channel grow
aw, that's so sweet! I appreciate it a lot and I'm glad you like my videos :)
Webcomics look really hard to create and very time and energy consuming. I'm very much impressed, so good job!!
Honestly, one of the most inspiring thing, is other people's journeys. I do love this compilation tho
i think this is my new comfort channel these compilations are so relatable tysm
aw this comment made my day🥺I'm so glad you like them❤
@@honeyscribbles ofc!
HEY you forgot one other species!!! “Multitasking”writer : has like 900 google doc stories that aren’t finished
That aren't started*
@@duck7078 that aren’t finished bc I start, never finish. (Barely every)
This actually motivated me to continue writing after a solid month! It's the typical for me tho xD
I really appreciate the work you put into this channel. Thank u!
aw of course! 😭🥺
5:24 RELATABLE
I’m like this with my parents all the time, honestly idk it’s cuz I am plopping my ideas down on a page or how my plot is just that gruesome?
I mean yeah…I am writing Dystopian Horror 😅
I’m writing a book and I just finished the first page, and it’s about a mass murderers attempt at murdering the mc and it’s failing so far. Wish me luck!
best of luck!! you got this :)
3:53 .. love this video so much. it’s everything I need
"Assign them a Zodiac Sign"
Birthday
Give them a fucking birthday
3:55 was so helpful!!!
Hi could you tell me what they said after canva and the last one they said I couldn't quiet understand it thank you
@@nysaakolkar6897 After canva was World Anvil and the last one was Map creator - roll for fantasy :))
@@rosettapixie5306 Thank you so much
Watched the whole thing. Still left staring at a blank document, so thanks.
3:53 Don’t mind me, just setting a reminder for myself ^^
artbreeder, picru, doll divine, meta human creator 4:23
6:23
I’m a “Writer Writer”, and I’m proud of that.
Edit: Why are people calling me master 💀
Btw, all I do is literally just write.
Stop.
Procrastinating.
Master, please tell me your secrets.
Master, please tell me how to start my book.
Master, save me. Tell me how to actually keep writing something instead of quitting on the second chapter 😂
Master, please tell me how to keep writing without discarding it in the planning stage 😭
You lucky bastard. I wish I had that brain :'v
the amount of unfinished docs I have saved of shiny new book ideas I never finish should be made into a horror movie.
6:16 - saving this for later use!
Just in case anyone needs a reminder today: ‘Said’ is an invisible dialogue tag. Except in the most extreme cases, a reader doesn’t even notice ‘said.’ Words like ‘murmured,’ ‘yelled,’ or ‘postulated?’ Not invisible. Very, very noticeable. Obnoxious, even. And while we’re on the subject, ‘Ejaculated’ is not a dialogue tag, it’s a sex act.
I'm having a writer block i have started 4 books so far can't finish any of them idk what i'm doing wrong and I'm literally loosing my mind.
3:53 good advice
Fr tho, I usually have to reheat my coffee like three times over a two hour period of writing
You guys are amazing Thanks for curing my writers block. Now I can write my song and become famous.
3:57 I'm litteraly IN LOVE
“persons who suspect they have given others cause of offence, are apt to conclude they are offended;”-The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding
THE NOTE KEEP ONE IS SO RIGHTTT
I’m trying to self publish a book about a girl raised by wolves.
*excited noises*
I tried to get a publisher, but it didn’t work. *sad noises*
I got it self-published!
@@AnnasAnimalStories CONGRATS!!!!
@@LaoannwithoutanE8113 Thanks!!!
5:25 HELP CUZ THISMIS ACTAULLY WHAT I THINK ABT 24/7 I WANNA WRITE A BOOK SERIES AND I WANT IT TO HAVE A FANDOM JUST LIKE WARRIOR CATS LMAOOO 😭😭😭😭
Thank you for sharing these ❤ Love your videos
I am on chapter 14... I wrote chapter 26,27,.... so I guess I have 16 chapters down?...
Felt that.
I'm on Chapter 20 and my goal is 25
@@GreytheWarriorslover3209 slayyy. I'm on my second round of edits.
3:38 is sooo realatible my chapter ebd up being like ten pages
1:10 is literally me. All the time. 😂
2:07 is literally so reallll. like i wrote it so good but the plot is so JUICYYYY
Amazing videos there actually helpful I’m an aspiring author totally relatable sometimes get writers block.
3:20 nope - you have to do that, then spend several months querying agents that never reply back😅
piece of advice guys, if you realize that you're book is bad but ur already invested energy in it, dont worry, keep writing, try outlining ur story and remember
THIS IS UR FIRST GODDAMN DRAFT, STOP MAKING EXCUSES AND GET UR LAZY ASS BACK TO WRITING
ps. good luck
and tell me abt it, and if u publish it, lmk i would read it asap
So when i get writer's block, i get frustrated and write a one-shot shortass fanfic of my story😂 it sometimes helps,sometimes i just rip the fanfic apart or burn it cuz my mum would see and i wasn't supposed to be writing a steamy fic of my own story that im stuck on😂😂
I keep start writing something new and want to make it a whole thing but not knowing how to continue or where to go after 2 chapters. Like wtf help
For me, I've found that adding one small detail or obstacle can allow you to constantly expand because there's always new information or goal that needed to be achieved.
Like I'm not sure what your story is about but whatever your characters goal is just put more stuff in their way and maybe introduce some new characters.
For example let's say your character needs to find a sword but instead of instantly knowing where it is, they need to seek out a library and in that library they meet an old librarian who needs a favour or maybe the map was stolen. Then once they solve that and make their way to the sword they meet a guy in the woods who saves them, then that guy joins them but then he gets kidnapped and has to be rescued.
2:00 that's me with my characters 💀
3:29 What is the plastic thing holding her manuscript?
3:54 leaving this here so I can come back to these websites later(posting it in case anyone else wants it!) :)
Honestly, I have so many ideas and I love creating imaginary scenarios but i don't have the ability to sit and write
My writer quirks :
-once wrote 30K words, then abadoned the book cause it had 0 plot
-can literally only write sapphic love stories
-look at all the pretty world building and complex characters and-----there is no plot
-he's gay, she's gay, they're gay
-big words that i will repeat every four-five paragraphs
I have so many ideas but I can't write it because it is so ahead in the book and I'm still on chapter one
you should write the scenes you’re thinking of and work them into the manuscript once you get there! i do that often, for one it keeps me from forgetting details/dialogue i think of, and it clears extra headspace to focus on the scenes i have to write at the beginning
@musicmeaning9689 thank you for the advice! I forgot about this comment
2:26 just described me :')
When a writer is in the middle of 5 projects and adds three more
I’ve never related to a video so much in my entire life
When I first started my story, I wanted NOT A HINT of romance in there. However, my shipper brain is dum. Would it be best if the side character has a small, unrequited crush on the mc's best friend?
Thanks.. I’ve been trying to figure out what to add on my characters journey. This really helped
6:28 i can't find it, does anyone have a link? thx soooo much
its Gaugan, had a struggle finding it too 😭
@@Emma-en4nu thx :)
@@Emma-en4nuomg thank you I’ve been searching the comments for a while trying to find the websites name!!!
Guys don't stress if u don't have ideas. For me, I read a lot of classics, and that really helps
I’m working on the second chapter of my final draft
Just the motivation I needed
the second one is my biggest delay sometimes lmao
Bro tye second tiktok is MEEE even on the first draft idk why 😭
1:10 got me hella exposed
3:40
I make a timeline and that's IT. i'll do a first draft and then do more
whats the site called @6:27 i cant find it
I don't make characters for a book, I make a book for my characters- i have so many of them, i have plenty of potential writing ideas
2:17 Alternative title: The different stages of being a writer
Why does this actually make me want to write again?!?!
5:24 OMG I'M SO GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS LIKE THIS 😭🥲!! Whenever I'm writing my book or thinking about it I'm like, "Omg I'm going to have fanfic about this, fanart, a freakin movie, 🤡" Idk I like daydreaming about that type of scenario but I'm probably getting my hopes to high 😭...
I’m the one who stares at the blank for an hour, writes one good paragraph and gives up 😂
You write a book: 😃
No one has read it yet: 😐
Its been months:😑
Your sad:🥲
You then realize you forgot to FRACKING PUBLISH IT: 😂🔫
3:54-4:52
Anyone know which websites she cited?
I’m making a fan fic universe called the y/n universe something that isn’t seen much it’s a rollercoaster lol first book still ongoing on Wattpad Born From A Legend
Okay, so I’m an artist, I create these characters and I draw them… however I’ve created these little worlds and backgrounds for each character that I drew and I’m trying to but them into words ( like a book or little short stories) but this is my first time and I don’t know were to start…
Im finally in a good place with my book now to the point I can watch these videos, and not spiral into a mental breakdown. (:
3:53 note to self
Does anyone have any good writing prompts? I love writing but the only story I have so far is shared with a friend and I want to be independent and write my own story! I can usually never find good writing prompts to be honest, I’ve only written a fantasy story and a horrible alien story and I kinda wanna try sci-fi or something and get better at writing
PROMPT STUFF:
1. Nothing not kid friendly- I can do death and stuff but no romance stuff, It’s not like I’m not ok with it it’s just that I’m bad at it and my parents might see
2. I don’t do death tournament stuff or horror
3. Sorry for there being so many guidelines but there’s one left, just an add on, I’m not good at writing about old / elderly people- in fact I suck at it
PROMPT GUIDELINES OVER
write your ideas!⬇️
Help 😭 I'm an aspiring author working on my first book and the main character is named Evangeline, and I'm trying to give reasons for otgers in her kingdom to dislike such as her not being girly, having black hair, her liking plants and being outdoorsy, but I also don't want her to be a " not like other girls " girl. Any advice?
@gab Thanks! I'll keep that in mind.
1:21 so flipping accurate