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writing, inspiration, and everything in between.

fuckingtomatoes:

MUSIC TO INFLUENCE YOU TO WRITE

Feel like you need a song to influence you to write a scene or character? Here are a list of Playlists and Songs you can listen to to get you going!

HAPPY BASED

SEX SCENES

SAD SCENES/ HEARTBREAK

PSYCHOPATHIC CHARACTER/SUSPENSE SCENE

BADASS CHARACTERS/ACTION-FIGHT SCENE

INSTRUMENTAL/ CALM 

(via reginamillfs)

Check it out » 60 Awesome Search Engines for Serious Writers

Finding the information you need as a writer shouldn’t be a chore. Luckily, there are plenty of search engines out there that are designed to help you at any stage of the process, from coming up with great ideas to finding a publisher to get your work into print. Both writers still in college…

(Source: writingadvice)

1 - 2 - 3 - 4, I declare a fic war!

dea-goes-a-tumbln:

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What: Tumblr Fic War

Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.

When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!

Why: FEELINGS

What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine.  Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know

(via ilovett)

Screw writing “strong” women. Write interesting women. Write well-rounded women. Write complicated women. Write a woman who kicks ass, write a woman who cowers in a corner. Write a woman who’s desperate for a husband. Write a woman who doesn’t need a man. Write women who cry, women who rant, women who are shy, women who don’t take no shit, women who need validation and women who don’t care what anybody thinks. THEY ARE ALL OKAY, and all those things could exist in THE SAME WOMAN. Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.” – Lori

(Source: daisycalloway, via sleepydragon2012)

thewritersarchive:

This is an ultimate masterlist of many, many resources that could be helpful for writers/roleplayers.

→ GENERAL

Improvement

Describing

Masterlists

  Body Language

Grammar/Vocabulary

Writer’s Block

→ APPLICATIONS

Application (Itself)

Para (Sample)

Prompts

→ GUIDES

Personalities

Disorders

Disabilities

Jobs/Hobbies/Beliefs

Drugs

Locations

Genders

Supernatural

Other

→ CREATING CHARACTERS

Biography Writing

Names

Personalities

Personality Traits
Habits

Secrets

Quotes

Mary Sue’s

→ WHILE ROLEPLAYING

Para Titles

Starters

Careers/Jobs

Locations/Settings/Activities

Character Developement

→ ROMANCE

Romance (in general)

Smut

Kisses

→ OTHER

Plot Writing

Eras

(via girlwithafrozenheart)

benedictatorship:

misanthrobot:

cthonical:

gallifrey-feels:

Fanfic authors: READ THE WHOLE FUCKING PAGE

THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT AND VALUABLE LESSONS YOU CAN LEARN AS A WRITER. I SAY THIS AS A READER AND A PROFESSIONAL GENRE EDITOR.

I’m gonna write a short story with that exact scenario. Like someone from Alabama goes to California and some dude just sits next to her at a coffee shop and is just like “Here’s my life story”, and she’s just all “What d’you want me to do with this? Eat it?”

This could be the Moffat bible

(Source: ivyblossom, via waltzingdowndreamstreet)

Day One: Leaves

It’s a lot like flying. Or so he thinks.

Fiona is ahead of him, pedaling faster by the minute—her dark hair is like a charred blaze in the wind. Her cheeks and nose are kissed with rosy pink from the chilly autumn air. When she looks back at him, she looks like a doll with her chocolate eyes daring him to try to beat her.

The sidewalk is narrow and even if he wanted to catch up to her, he couldn’t—there isn’t enough room for that. But he bikes faster anyway—as fast as he can, It’s unusual, he thinks, how she looks like she could be eleven years old with her tiny stature. And here he is, five ten and still growing. He’s the tallest freshman at school—he might even be the tallest of anybody soon enough. And yet, he cannot get his gangly legs to move faster.

"You’re never going to catch me,” Fiona cackles over the ‘thrush’ the piles of leaves on the sidewalk make. She’s always been competitive like this, but not Howie. Howie prefers to sit on the sidelines and watch the game, rather than be part of it. But for the past two years at least he’s been engaged in it, simply because Fiona is. He wants so badly to see a sign of her affection. Something other than the friend-zone b.s. he’s been getting all his life.

Just to keep ahead, she moves faster, weaving through a pile of carefully raked leaves that a neighbor is cleaning up. Howie tries in vain to steer clear of the poor man’s work, which sets him back even further.

"Can’t catch me," she taunts, circling in some stranger’s driveway like a true show-off. Just when he thinks he can catch her and maybe even pass her by, she takes off again at breakneck speed, plowing through fallen leaves, over twigs left from tree trimming. Faster and faster.

And then, just when Howie starts to think she might be breaking the laws of physics, it happens.

Everything moves in slow motion at first, and then time compensates. The car plows through a stop sign just as she’s crossing the street. The driver slams on the breaks and Fiona attempts to swerve, but she’s too late. The girl who is fast in all that she does let her guard down for a single second—she was slow.

Howie throws his bike down and trips over it to get closer to her. She’s laying still, her legs a tangled mess intertwined with the bicycle. She breathes calmly as she can, grits her teeth—with good reason.

"Fiona…" Howie holds her head and her hand carefully. "I’m going to call for an ambulance."

"No, don’t," she pleads.

"Why not?" he’s baffled by her resistance to help.

"Just don’t. My parents will find out."

"That’s what parents are for, Fiona,” Howie explains. It occurs to him that he is actually in close enough proximity to kiss her. He rapidly blinks the thought away, wishing he hadn’t thought something like that at a time like this. He sighs, resigned. “What do you want me to do then?”

"Get this bike off my legs?" she cracks a smile, like it’s funny. It’s not. It’s horrible. But he smiles in spite of himself. The car’s driver seems to be in shock.

"Are you okay kid?" he asks.

"Obviously not," Howie snaps. "But you could help me get this bike over to the boulevard…" He pulls off his coat and sticks it under her head. The driver helps him carefully lift the hunk of metal off of her; it looks bad from Howie’s perspective. The driver hurries back to his car and doesn’t come back right away.

"You can’t stay in the street," Howie reminds her.

"I know, help me up."

He tries, but her ankle buckles and she grits her teeth, screeching a little under the weight of the rest of her body. “Put me down, put me down!” she insists. He lays her down on the boulevard, leaves stick in the black waves of her hair. “Okay…new plan,” she breathes, clutching his arm. “We’re gonna go to your house and you’re going to call your mom.”

Fall Writing Challenge

Day One: Leaves

Day Two: Handmade hats

Day Three: Scarves

Day Four: Boots

Day Five: Warm drinks

Day Six: Cooler weather

Day Seven: Rainy day

Day Eight: A new jacket

Day Nine: Football

Day Ten: Soup

Day Eleven: Giving thanks

Day Twelve: Pumpkin Patch

Day Thirteen: Cold/Flu season

Day Fourteen: Knitting/Crocheting

Day Fifteen: Night coming earlier

Day Sixteen: Sweaters

Day Seventeen: Apples/Orchard

Day Eighteen: Bonfire

Day Nineteen: Fall scented candles

Day Twenty: Comfort food

Day Twenty-One: Spirits

Day Twenty-Two: Friday the 13th

Day Twenty-Three: A scary movie

Day Twenty-Four: Corn Maze

Day Twenty-Five: An owl

Day Twenty-Six: Cookie Baking

Day Twenty-Seven: Haunted houses

Day Twenty-Eight: A foggy morning

Day Twenty-Nine: Blackbirds

Day Thirty: Thick socks

Day Thirty-One: Halloween

i think i’m going to do a fall challenge with Howie and Fiona. I’d like to explore their characters a bit more, play with the writing style, and attempt to sort out that novel I’ve been working on since June.