It's story time, boys and girls. Sit back and make yourself comfortable...
So, about a year and a half ago, I was watching a movie in my History class, when suddenly, an idea struck me. It was a weak little plot bunny, but I kindly nurtured it in my head all day. Originally, the plot was going to be something much different, but when I got down to writing it, it began to take the form it has today.
Over the next couple weeks, I threw myself into this thing. It was a historical novel, so there was A LOT of reaserch to do. Now that I look back on it, I would consider myself an expert in this particular topic. So I researched and researched and wrote a few preliminary scenes. This book idea was my heart and soul, I spent so much time thinking about it. I took breaks between writing, and my family pestered me about what the heck I was doing cooped up on my laptop all day.
Eventually, I had to tell them. So I told them the plot and how hard it was to write and things like that. Of course, they, my mom especially, was delighted. She always knew I was a big writer, and now she knew I had big ideas. Telling them had both good and bad consequences. The good ones? They left me alone in my writing, and took me to some historical places to do with my story in the area, which was GREAT inspiration. The bad one? They pestered me to write. My mom has adopted this philosophy, that runs to this day- Codex, you will publish something before you turn 17! *Deep breath*. So I had a problem.
This is about the time, unfortunately, that I hit a roadblock in my writing. School was getting me down, and I just wasn't as inspired anymore. I was in a writing slump. Eventually, I saved my story to my Documents folder under password lock, and put it away for a few months.
Now, with some magic-magic time warp, we'll skip ahead. I'm in a new grade now, new age, new haircut, everything. I was back into writing, churning out fan fiction and nurturing plot bunnies. Until I remembered (it was always at the way back of my mind), my story. The story.
I clicked on my Documents, which was full of drafts. Do I dare open this Pandora's box of writing again? My mouse hovered over the document, and I clicked. I entered the password with shaking fingers, and it popped up on my screen.
So I read it. I read the whole thing. Obviously, half of it wasn't even nearly up to my standards, so I moved all the scenes I didn't like to the bottom of the document. What was left? About 3,000 words. Yikes.
Periodically, I checked on it. I sat with my fingers poised over the keys, but not much came. I sighed, and closed my computer for the fiftieth time.
So we fast forward a little more to something about a week ago. In school, I take a Creative Writing elective. There, I can type whatever I want. It's like writing independent study. So, I sat, talking with my mom and complaining about my lack of inspiration. "Well," she says, "why don't you type your story?"
I sat. "Uh..." I said, like the genius I was. "C'mon!" my mom looked excited. "You should be writing! That's the only way to become a published author!"
So I dragged myself over to my laptop and went to Google Docs. I copy pasted the whole document, reject scenes and all, and saved it there.
In class, I wrote. I wrote some filler scenes, easy stuff. It was alright, but didn't make for much. So here we are now, dear readers. My story sits in Google Docs, waiting for me to type it. My mom, in my business, constantly reminding me to write. My creative writing teacher, stands behind me in class and tells me to buck up and write. My sister, complaining about her lack of fan fiction ideas.
Once again, yikes. We come to the part in this story where the words give way to blank pages, waiting for me to fill them.
The End.
So I ask you, readers, to help fill these pages. Do you have any advice, or tips for people like me, who are stuck in a road block like this? Do you have any tips to get writing minds turning? Any general help you can give me would be REALLY appreciated. Thank you.
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