A girl in my year at school was being picked up by her dad, but her dad was Benedict Cumberbatch. He didn’t want anyone to know he was Bennyhill Cucumber so he wore a really bad fake beard and put on a fake accent. Somehow, one of my friends and I were the only one who could tell it was him.
Also in the same dream, I was famous for writing Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfiction. This wasn’t relevant to anything that happened, I just somehow knew.
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Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine
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how to stay motivated as a writer
Reread your old writing. Especially those scenes you're proud of
Write something silly. Doesn’t need to be logical, or included in your story. Write something dumb
Compare your old writing to your new writing. Seeing how much you've improved is a great way to get motivated
Explore different storylines. Those type of storylines that would never make it into your novel, but that you'd still like to explore
Choose one of your least favorite scenes, or a really old one, and rewrite it
Read old comments from people praising your work
Create a playlist of music that reminds you of your wip
Don't push yourself to get back to what made you stop writing in the first place. Write something else
Write what you want to write, no matter how cliché it might be perceived as. It doesn't matter. If you want to write it, write it.
Take a break and focus on another hobby of yours. Consume other pieces of media, or take a walk to clear your head
You don't have to write in chronological order from the very beginning if it isn't working for you! Sometimes a scene you aren't interested in writing can become interesting after you've explored other scenes leading up to it/happening after it
Read one star reviews of ''awful'' books. As much as I hate to say it, you'll unlock a newly appreciated view on your own writing
create a new storyline, or a new character. Anything that helps bring something fresh into your story. Could even be a completely new wip
Not writing everyday doesn't make you a bad writer. If you feel you need a break, take one.
Remind yourself to have fun. Start writing and don't focus all your attention on following every rule created for writing. You can get into the nitty-gritty when you’ve familiarized yourself with writing as an art. Or don’t. It's fiction. You make your own rules.
Go to sleep, or take a nap. Sleep deprivation and writing does not go hand in hand (trust me)
Listen to music that reminds you of your characters/wip
Remember why you started. Know that you deserve to tell the story you want to tell regardless of the skill you possess
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I thought that the void had disappeared that it was only a "stage", but no, it was only camouflaged with distraction, to reappear and hit me harder, making me feel useless and lifeless.
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I once read “home is where I feel empty on a Sunday”. God knows, I’ve had my fair share of those. I can’t remember where I saw it and a google search does me no good, but I know it is not mine (although it feels as if it were).
What’s the other saying? Home is where the heart is? This seems true as well, though I’m not sure how to place it alongside the emptiness.
Home is an odd kind of concept. Not the same as a house, space, apartment. Instead, it borders on something between an idea and a feeling— fixing itself into the cracks of people, places, moments.
A hermit crab carries its home on its back. Where do I carry mine?
Before, home was always wherever those I love were. Faculty parties my mom would take me to and rivers to drink coffee next to with my best friend. Museums you leave your heart behind in and 24-hour diners at 4am with your roommates. Wherever a hand is held, a laugh is heard, a smile is born.
It is different now. My apartment cannot ring with the shouting of those who come visit, my bed cannot be shared with friends who giggle into the early hours. There are no parties, no dinners, no hugs or high fives or cheeks pressed against another’s.
We make do as best we can, enjoying the company of those we live with to the fullest but it’s never quite the same. I try to become more familiar with my space— the spots and corners in which I am supposed to discover some grand truth. I spend 10 minutes a day looking in the mirror, hoping I will become something worth looking at. Instead, I feel as if I am wasting away, saturating the room with my aimlessness. What is the point, without other people?
Days become hours become weeks. My entire life is contained to my bed— my classes, my entertainment, the ghost of friends I used to hug— all stuck between my pillows and an old laptop. I now know every creak in the floor, can map out every spot on the ceiling. Still, this is only home when I make it to the living room, rest my head on my roommate’s shoulder and ask her about her day.
I think home is where the heart is, just as much as it is where you feel empty on a Sunday. I suppose home is where you have the comfort to feel that emptiness, the comfort to feel that love. I carry my home in my hands, placing it wherever I’d like. Today, it’ll be in the crook of my best friend’s neck and tomorrow? Well, tomorrow is Sunday.
Home - Isabel Larrea-Clark, from The Virtual Reality Storybook
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I believe that our journey in this universe is not to reach a conclusion but instead to just keep expanding towards the unknown.
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Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.
Carl Gustav Jung
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Some say I’m too sensitive but the truth is I just feel too much. Every word, every action and every energy goes straight to my heart.
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A person doesn't have to be perfect to be exactly what you need.
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My very friendly reminder to myself to actually write today￼…
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I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.
Vincent van Gogh, Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh
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I still care, but I’m done trying.
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Sometimes it feels better not to talk. At all. About anything. To anyone.
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Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met.
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Write like it matters, and it will.
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Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.
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You're important to me. I think if there's anything that will last forever, it's that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe.
Beau Taplin, The Promise
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Love didn’t hurt you. Someone who doesn’t know how to love you hurt you. Don’t confuse the two.
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We all have bad days, but one thing is true; no cloud is so dark that the sun can't shine through.
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