5 Tips and Tricks to Finding the Motivation to Write Your Novel!

Finding the motivation to write a full-length novel can be the toughest part of the novel writing process. I’ve compiled a short and sweet list of ways to get that novel going!

1.) Outline, Outline, Outline! (aka storyboard)

So you know a big battle will take place in a castle, and you know the good guys will win. . . but what specifically happens during the fight?

With really anything you want to write (even school essays), outlining is such an overlooked, super important step that makes actually writing something a heck of a lot easier. Outlining – aka storyboarding in terms of fiction writing – for me takes the form of a bulleted list. For each chapter, I have a list of all the big events I want to occur, with little bullets outlining each important detail included. Not only does this help me organize my thoughts before returning to a scary blank page, but it also keeps me from forgetting my ideas!

2. Set easy goals

It’s probably impossible to write an entire novel in one night. Please don’t try it. But it’s sometimes also just as difficult to open a blank Word document and expect to write until you give up. Setting a goal for how much/how long you want to write at a time will not only give you a clear idea of what you need to do, but it will also feel much more rewarding at the end of your little writing session. If you’re really struggling with motivation, set the bar really low. A chapter a day might be too much. A page a day might be too much. Start small – start off with just 15 minutes a day, or maybe a paragraph a day. Whatever is easy and comfortable for you. Gradually bump up your goal.

Many people use NanoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month – to motivate them to write their first draft. The goal is 50k words in the month of November. Learn more about it here: https://nanowrimo.org/

3. Write the fun scenes first!

Exposition can be really dry to write, especially in a first draft. It often sucks to be stuck on exposition, especially when you know the next chapter will be an action-packed battle scene that you already have a vivid picture of in your head. Oftentimes in my first drafts, I’ll leave a one to two sentence note about what a scene should be and come back to it later, then go on to writing the stuff I know how it’ll play out. Like with my outlining process, it also keeps me from forgetting a fresh idea. Once you have the stuff you know down, you can go back and find ways to make those duller scenes just as fun.

4. Write about something meaningful to you

It’s simple. If you don’t care about what you’re writing, you’re not going to want to write it. Think of a topic that’s interesting to you: whether it’s something as serious as racial injustice or abuse of any kind, or a funny childhood memory, find a way to tie it into your story. It can be the overarching theme or even just a little plot point or character detail. The more personal a story is to you, the more you will enjoy creating it.

5. Find readers

Having an audience, even if it’s just one or two friends to start, is always a big help for me. Writing for just myself can go pretty slow since I already know in my head how the story goes – I don’t really feel the need to write it down. But when I have a buddy or two excited for my next chapter or short story, I can’t stand to leave them hanging! Plus it’s a great self-esteem booster to know people enjoy your work.

Joining a local writer group or an online group for sharing your work is another great way to keep the wheels moving. Especially when you have specific meeting dates, having a set deadline will automatically push you to prepare a little something. Getting feedback and pointers from people you don’t know too well can also be a big help since their opinions are unbiased.

Most importantly, accept that all first drafts are awkward and clunky.  Behind every best-seller is a mountain of marked-up, crappy drafts. Expecting your first draft to be a masterpiece is both discouraging and unrealistic. It’s okay if your story is rough and bumpy at first – juicy meat needs a skeleton to stick to!

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Short Story: “Lost Time”

Hello, everyone! While my first book finishes going through the publication process, I plan on sharing some of my short stories in between my usual rants. This is one called “Lost Time” that I wrote back in college for a creative writing class. As someone who usually writes silly dark fantasy stories, I decided to step out of my bubble for this assignment and write an intentionally monotonous, repetitive, sci-fi/suspense to try creating an unsettling, paranoid tone. Alien abduction stories have always fascinated me, and I’d love to possibly take a shot at writing another in the future! I hope you enjoy my first attempt at one!

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3:33 AM

The time my husband Charlie died from a heart attack. The time I awaken every Wednesday for the past three months since. The time my daughter Eva waddles into my bedroom, muttering about the same nightmare. I roll over on my side in my spacious bed, the blankets tugging at my torso. Sure enough, Eva’s looming over me, dragging her stuffed bunny along the wood floor.

“I had a bad dream,” she mumbles, squeezing the bunny’s hand.

“The one about the owl?” I ask. It’s always the one about the owl.

She nods, her messy blonde hair flopping about her tiny pale face.

I sigh as I crawl out of bed and steer her back to her own. I tuck her in for the second time that night, reassuring her for the second time this month that the owl is not real. I’m not sure if she believes me, but I know she will not awaken until breakfast time. She never awakens after 3:33AM on Wednesdays.

“It’s perfectly normal for a small child to suffer from nightmares,” her therapist would tell me every week. “Children have wild imaginations.” She has never seen an owl in real life, not outside of her picture books. Charlie’s death has affected her in a strange way.

Tired, I trudge back to my bedroom. I massage my aching shoulder as I sit on my bed. I must have pulled it in my sleep. I pull down my shirt and notice a purple bruise, perfectly circular, in the middle of my right shoulder blade. Last week it was my leg, my neck the week before. Neither me nor Eva have been able to sleep well on Wednesdays since Charlie’s death.

Eva sits at the breakfast next morning, munching on Cheerios and strawberries. I stand at the kitchen counter, packing her lunch for school. I can tell from her droopy eyes that she’s tired. We’re always tired on Thursday mornings now.

“Eva, honey,” I say, “remember what Dr. Richardson told you last week? He told you to stop waking me up when you have the owl dream. He told you it isn’t real, remember?”

“I thought you were awake,” Eva says through a mouthful of cereal.

“Sweetie, mommy goes to bed at eleven. You know that.”

“But the light was on in your room,” she says with conviction. “You were talking to someone.”

“No, honey, it wasn’t,” I assure her. “When you walked into my room, Mommy was sleeping and the lights were off. You must have still been dreaming.”

Our conversation ends there. I help her into the car and drive her to school. I stand outside the van and wave goodbye to her as she runs across the schoolyard with her best friend Jessie. Jessie’s mom Linda walks over to me from her car, wearing an awkward smile on her face wrinkled with sympathy. I’ve been getting that look too often since Charlie’s death.

“Karen?” she says, as if she is unsure it’s me. “How’ve you been?”

I shrug and force a smile on my face. “The same since Charlie died.”

“Did they ever find out what caused the heart attack?”

I shake my head. “He was perfectly healthy. It just happened, out of the blue.”

“Wow, I’m so sorry.” I wince from the pain as she squeezes my bruised shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry if I upset you last week. I understand that this is a sensitive time for you.”

I raise my brow. “What do you mean?”

“I invited you to go out for lunch last Thursday. You never showed up.”

“Right.” I fail to remember making plans. I can’t even remember what I did last Thursday afternoon. I recall buying groceries at eleven and taking Eva to the therapist after school, but it’s as if time did not exist between the two events. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice two men in black suits watching me from across the schoolyard. I can’t see their eyes behind their sunglasses, but I know they are watching me. I hurry back in my car without saying goodbye to Linda. I don’t feel comfortable around those men. I have to get away from them.

But as I walk Eva into her therapist’s building later that afternoon, I swear I see those same two men watching me from a distance.

I read magazines as I wait for Eva’s appointment to finish. Fashion magazines of smiling women. No one smiles that big. No one covered in bruises with a dead husband and traumatized child. I set the magazines down when Dr. Richardson enters the lobby. Eva rushes to my side, but he beckons me to his office. Eva waits in one of the large brown chairs, dipping her fingers in the mini waterfall on the glass table beside her.

Dr. Richardson hands me a business card before I can even take a seat in his office. He stares at me through his round glasses with concerned eyes. “Call this man. He is a colleague of mine.”

I glance at the card. “Thanks, but I don’t need therapy. I can cope on my own.”

His eyes narrow. “With all due respect, I believe you are scaring your daughter. She tells me she hears you screaming every week, throwing things in your room–”

I laugh and shake my head. “Doctor, you’ve heard all about her crazy nightmares –”

But then he interrupts me. “She told me this week that they aren’t nightmares.”

I cock my head in disbelief. “We live in the city. How can she see an owl?”

“She says it’s not an owl.”

As I march out of his office, seize Eva’s tiny wrist, and drag her to the car, I see the men in black suits across the parking lot watching me. One is speaking on a two-way radio. I speed home, escaping Dr. Richardson’s office, but I still hear his words ringing in my ears.

Next Wednesday, I lie awake in bed at 2:00AM with the lights on. As tired as I am, I will not sleep. I must prove to Linda that I’m not some crazy, depressed widow, to Dr. Richardson that my daughter is having nightmares, that she will come in my room at 3:33AM. I watch the TV across my bed. A woman and a man are arguing on screen as they sit in a restaurant–

3:33AM.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I spring from my bed. My knee gives in and a fall to the wood floor. The lights are off, the room only lit by the blank blue screen of the TV. My left leg seers in agony as I reach for the lamp on my nightstand and turn it on. Nothing in my room has moved, but the picture frame on my nightstand has shattered, a crack between mine and Charlie’s faces. I scream when my eyes fall upon my leg, my voice already horse as if I had already been screaming. My skin has been completely ripped – no, scorched – from my leg, blood and puss dripping down my ankle. My arms are covered in bruises.

Eva is not in my room.

I brave the pain and crawl down the hall to her room. The hallway never felt so long, so exhausting. I see the light on in her room, but when I finally make it, she is not there. I scream her name, but no response. I drag myself to her open window and peer outside, hoping that, by some miracle, I will see her standing in the yard.

But all I see are the two men in black suits, watching me through their sunglasses.

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Thank you for reading! 🙂 Stay tuned for more stories!

Inspiring Art with Art: Kick your Creative Block!

Whether you’re a photographer, writer, painter, musician – all of us artsy types hit some sort of “block” where we struggle to access our creativity. As someone who is primarily a writer, the dreaded writer’s block can last weeks, even months for me.

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When I’m stuck in a rut, I often find inspiration from my other artistic hobbies. Because I’m a writer, this post focuses on overcoming writer’s block, but finding inspiration from other art forms can work for any creative process!

Music

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Playing piano is definitely one of my favorite hobbies! Those who have read my book Midnight Waltz could probably assume that about me, given the references to famous pieces and the main female character’s love for Chopin. Not only is playing piano a great stress reliever for me, it also helps me connect with emotions that I struggle to readily convey in words. Oftentimes when I’m working on an emotional chapter, I’ll play a song that I feel captures the mood I’m aiming for.

 

Drawing

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I am a horrible sketch artist. Horrible. Thus, most of my drawings are for my own eyes to spare the suffering of others. But I do enjoy sketching portraits of my characters, especially when I come up with new ones. Having a tangible visual helps me pick out their most defining features and betters my descriptions. Plus, when I am confident enough to show my friends and test readers, it’s interesting to see if my drawings matched up with the images they conjured from my in-book descriptions.

And yes. . . that is my horrible art.

 

Photography

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“A picture is worth a thousand words,” right? I don’t have much experience in photography, but it is an art form I hope to pursue. Similar to drawing, taking a photo of a setting/landscape or a person can help find the words for descriptions. Plus, getting some fresh air and taking a walk around wherever you want to take photos can help clear your mind. Even if you aren’t a skilled photographer, sometimes snapping a quick photo on your phone of a place that looks like somewhere you’d like to set a story can be a little helpful.

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Thank you for reading my post! I hope it was of some help to my fellow artists! Do you have some of your own artistic ways of overcoming your blocks? Feel free to drop a thought in the comments! 🙂

Why Writing YA Fiction is Pretty Neat

When my editor decided to take on my first book, one of the first things we discussed was what my target demographic is.

For the longest time, I was one of those “I write for me” writers, but – especially as a new author – marketing myself to a specific group would be more effective. Given that my main characters range from 15-25 years old, and the story’s high energy, paranormal action atmosphere, my editor and I came to agree on shaping it to be a Young Adult novel. I’ll admit, I was irrationally butthurt at first about having to filter out most swear words, feeling limited by my restrictions – though to be fair, it’s not like I had any extreme violence or raunchy sex scenes in there to begin with. But as we continued on with the editing process, not only did the YA label feel more fitting, it created an overarching theme that, in the end, made me really excited to share with my future young readers.

As a recent college graduate beginning her new career as a therapist, I feel about as young adult as people get. I’m not so far detached from my youth that I need to ask on writer forums, “What do the young hip kidsters say and do these days?” If anything, I can craft a believable teen far more easily than a believable 50 year old. My emotional, confusing, and admittedly angsty teenage years are still close enough behind me to  be freshly memorable, but my few years of “adulting” through college and the “real world,” offer me much advice to go back to give to young Maria. While I can’t do just that, I’m sure there are plenty of other teens out there currently arguing with their mothers about why they should go to that late-night warehouse party with that older boy who totally won’t manipulate her.

It’s funny seeing my novel evolve over the years. I created the characters and original plot when I was 13, younger than all my characters. There was something really exciting about pairing 17 year olds, writing about their love lives and whatnot. Despite the small age gap, I perceived them as much older than me, almost romanticizing what I believed the future could hold for me. As I got older, it hit me hard: being an older teenager sucks. It’s not just about getting that popular girl’s attention, or wearing the coolest clothes in school. Even now, I don’t think I could have effectively prepared Young Maria for the heartbreak, loneliness, misunderstandings, and struggles of finding her place in the world. I remember how petty it all seemed to my parents. My mom would always say stuff like, “It’ll be okay, someday this won’t matter, you’re young, I know what’s best.” And yeah, maybe some of it was true – heck, I can hardly remember the name of the first boy that made me cry in high school – but it was the last thing my brain was able to process. It wasn’t what I needed to hear.

I needed someone to listen to my feelings. I needed someone to acknowledge that, yeah, things suck right now. They probably will suck for a while. Life isn’t always going to be a happy fairy tale, and that’s okay. Everyone feels sad, upset, and angry at times, and that’s a totally normal thing to express.

But I think what was even harder than getting through my crazy high school years was accepting adulthood. Moving away from the protection of my home to the big city for college was brutal. I’m suddenly making big life decisions for myself with very little time to think. No adults are around to help or do things for me – I am the adult. Worst of all, that older boy my mom warned me not to be around? Yeah, I learned the hard way she was right about him. For the first few months after moving out, life really sucked. But it was okay. While all this sounds so gloomy, the most important lesson I learned was keeping my chin up and finding hope despite it all. I had an amazing group of friends to help me through the ugly parts, and once that was over, so many awesome memories were made. No matter how awful things would get, my friends always helped me stay optimistic and filled me with hope.

While I’m no expert on the teen brain, I’d like to think I can at least share what I think I personally needed at the time in my book, and I hope it will be at least somewhat meaningful for my readers. Coming-of-age, accepting the hard times that comes along with it, and optimism are all important aspects from my life that I believe are important to share with my readers. My wacky urban dark fantasy shenanigans aside, I don’t think I’d be able to portray my hopeful messages the same way if I wasn’t a YA writer.

Do you write YA fiction? What are your favorite things about writing YA fiction? Feel free to drop a comment! Thanks for reading! 🙂

Student Writer: Balancing writing with school, work, and a bunch of other stuff

Hello, hello! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a rant, since I’ve been incredibly busy with school, work, and editing my first book for publication! That being said, today’s rant fittingly is about how I manage to fit in time for writing/editing while balancing work and school.

For those who don’t know me, I’m currently a senior in college, and am working toward a psychology and sociology double major, with a minor in law/societies/justice. After class, I either head to work or to my internship, often followed by my volunteer position at a homeless shelter. On top of that, I’m often making cosplays for upcoming conventions, editing my first book for publication, and writing the first draft of the second book. So how to I manage to balance all this??

This quarter, a typical school/work day for me starts at 10AM and ends around 6PM – and if it’s a at the shelter, 10PM. As a student paying thousands of dollars for my education, I put my homework first. Luckily, my editor is super understanding and patient. In an ideal world, I would write or edit at least one chapter per night. With school, this isn’t really easy for me. There have been weeks where I don’t get to even open one of my manuscripts until Friday night. It sucks, but midterms and essay deadlines are far less forgiving than my editor. Luckily for me, essays are a piece of cake  – if I know what I’m writing about, I can whip out a standard 5-paragraph, 2-3 page paper in about an hour. I realize this isn’t so simple for everyone, so I’m really thankful for my speedy writing skills (I’d like to thank all my SAT essay prep for that). I do all my reading and studying on my bus rides to/from work. My classes are less intensive this quarter since I’m focusing a lot on my job and internship, so I’m usually free by around 7pm to work on homework, writing, or any other projects.

However, my spring conventions are coming up, and naturally I planned more cosplays than I can handle. Much of my free time goes toward sewing, painting, crafting, etc. I do try to get a head start on most of my costumes, so I usually try to do writing every other night, and cosplay making on the nights I’m not writing. Or sometimes I’ll do a few hours of cosplay, then a few hours of writing, depending on what needs to be done. When my editor has new edits for me to look at or needs a new chapter, that takes priority over anything else. If I know I’ll be busy in the future, like if a con is coming up that weekend, I generally try to get ahead on edits and homework.

Surprisingly, I have something of a social life. Granted it’s all in the evening, but I try to set aside at least one night to go out with friends, and I hang out with my boyfriend as often as we can make time for each other between our busy schedules. Sometimes when I have a lot of studying to do, I meet up with friends to keep each other company while we work on our own stuff.

Sounds like I have everything laid out pretty neatly, huh? Well. . . there’s a few sacrifices.

I get about 4-5 hours of sleep on a good night. My classes aren’t too difficult this quarter, so I don’t need to spend hours each day on studying. Meals are often rushed during bus rides, at odd hours, or I’m stuffing my face while I work on other stuff. Unless I am eating with friends or family, I never really spend time just enjoying my food. Even with free time, I’m often not in my “writing zone” until around midnight, and I’ll often stay up until 2 or 3AM writing. Because writing – and cosplay, since it’s con season – takes up so much of my free time, I rarely have time to watch TV shows, play video games, or really do any of my other hobbies during the week days. Every where I go, I’m almost always brainstorming ideas for chapters and story lines, so I know what I want to write whenever I get the chance. I don’t think it’s necessary to dedicate so much mental energy and free time to get writing time in, but it’s what works for me with my schedule.

Whatever your schedule is, I think the main takeaway point here is managing your time wisely. Know how many hours you need to spend on work, homework, studying – the mandatory stuff. Dedicate how ever much of your free time you fee comfortable with to writing. Cut out mindless browsing on Facebook. Make a schedule. Do whatever you gotta do to find time to write.

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How does my daily schedule compare to yours? Do you have any suggestions for balancing writing with a busy routine? Comment your thoughts below!

Thanks for reading! 🙂

 

 

 

Vampires: They’re Not Dead Yet

I can’t count how many times I’ve heard people say, “Vampires are so overdone.”

As a writer – especially one who writes about bloodsucking creatures – that phrase always peeves me. Not because I take it as an insult, but because it rarely means exactly what people think they are saying.

Let’s back up a few steps. Vampires have been around for hundreds of years. Several European countries have told stories about vampires. The concept of vampirism has been around for centuries, included in Ancient Greek and Roman mythology.

Back then, vampires were creepy demonic monsters. The gothic romantic vampire we are most familiar with arose in 1819 in John William Polidori’s short fiction prose “The Vampyre,” and then strengthened in Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel “Dracula.” These stories not only influenced later works about vampires, but brought about vampires as literary figures that are seen in non-vampire novels. For example, Count Dracula was not a scary monster. He was an older man who was able to manipulate people, especially young girls, for their blood. The novel used Dracula not as just a horror element, but to touch upon the theme of women’s roles in the Victorian era. Vampires being older men controlling younger women remain an important archetype in literature.

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If you think vampires are “so overdone” because they’ve been a hot topic for thousands of years, then yes, they have been overdone. But so has everything in literature. Greek mythology is full of love stories, war, monsters, and super beings. So if that’s your logic, then I wish you good luck on finding an original concept, but please don’t pick on just the vampires.

BUT…that’s generally not the complaint people have about vampires. Most people are just sick of seeing overly sexualized vampires on TV or reading about them in young adult novels. They’re tired of sparkling creatures that are more concerned about love than finding their next meal, and I’m honestly tired of it, too. But I’m not tired of vampires as a whole.

If you’re a vampire fan who is also tired of all the pretty-boys, you’re in luck: there are other vampire stories out there for you to check out. The great thing about vampires being “overdone” is that there are so many cool twists on them. There’s something for everyone out there.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen a really good, scary movie about vampires made in recent years. However, I recently watched a couple great newer films that use vampires as interesting metaphors for two different concepts.

“Only Lovers Left Alive” directed and written by Jim Jarmusch is about two vampire lovers, Adam (Tom Hiddleston) and Eve (Tilda Swinton).  The story revolves around their struggles to hide their vampirism in the modern world. They are unable to simply drink blood straight from a human’s neck since their blood is tainted, they seek out the “good stuff” from local suppliers.

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If this reminds you of drug addiction, you’re spot on. The vampires are symbolic of drug addicts, searching for clean, safe blood to drink to stay alive. Adam find comfort in playing guitar and is often bothered by the local “rock and roll kids.” Eve’s sister is representative of a drug junkie who can’t control urges and gorges herself on Adam and Eve’s blood supply, which causes trouble for the vampire lovers. The story cleverly uses vampires to create a fresh commentary on the modern underground rock scene and the heavy drug usage that plagues the followers.

If drama-romance stories aren’t your thing, you might find “What We Do in the Shadows” to be more up your alley. Directed and written by Directed and written by Taika Waititi and Jemaine Clement, the film is a mockumentary comedy about vampire roommates going about their daily lives.

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Though there are some brilliantly funny and graphic blood drinking scenes, the movie, for the most part, revolves around their surprisingly ordinary struggles. They argue over chores, have unresolved issues with past lovers, encounter enemy gangs (aka the werewolves), and face challenges with their new roommate. The film gives the viewers a realistic view on what it’s like to be a vampire. Sure, there are fun parties to attend and silly pranks to pull on humans, but it’s not easy getting dressed without a mirror, giving up your favorite foods you ate as a human, or entering bars without an invitation. As humorous as the movie is – and it is VERY humorous – it does an excellent job showing that although vampires may not be humans, we are more similar than we may think.

Vampires are here to stay, whether you enjoy them or not. I’m not sure how long the sparkly vamps will remain in the media, but as long as they stir up a fan base, keep an eye out for lesser-known films, as those are the ones that take a fresh spin on the age-old bloodsuckers – or at least as fresh as one can attempt to be on such an “overdone” topic.

Have you seen either of these two movies? What did you think? Are there any other vampire books/movies that you really enjoy? Let me know what you think below in the comments!

5 Reasons Why Writing Fiction is my Favorite Thing in the World

I love writing fiction. It’s the first thing I remember loving. Since I was three years old, making picture books was my favorite hobby. The picture books soon evolved into stories with a sentence per picture, gradually gaining more words and losing the crayon art, and eventually turned to writing novels. Of course, the content I write about has drastically changed, the love remains.

1. Writing is therapeutic. 

I have a lot of anxieties, an overactive imagination, intrusive thoughts, and terrible insomnia. Writing keeps my mind focused on one topic and helps me forget about all my worries. I generally write at night since that’s one of the few times I’m free from work, school, and other life distractions, and also because my thoughts become the most intrusive when I want to sleep. Most of my writing gets done between midnight-3 a.m. because it helps me relax so I can eventually get a few hours of sleep. Throughout the day, thinking about storyboards and potential plots also helps keep my mind away from troublesome thoughts. Yes, this does lead to a ton of daydreaming and makes me overly involved in my made-up world, but it’s better that than worrying about irrational fears and scenarios.

2. Writing is helpful to others

We’ve all heard this famous piece of advice from published authors: “To be a writer, you must read books.” Naturally, I love to read books when I’m not writing. Along with writing my own books, I find comfort in involving myself in other writers’ stories. The best compliment I ever receive from my readers is when they tell me that my books gave them comfort from their life struggles. Knowing that my stories are not only therapeutic for me, but also my readers, means a lot to me. If I can temporarily comfort a reader by bringing them into my little fantasy world, I have done my job.

3. My characters teach me valuable lessons…or is it just me all along?

One of my favorite things about writing fiction is creating characters. It’s fun to get into their minds and think of how they would act in certain scenarios. Learning to think from other perspectives taught me to respect and understand other people’s thoughts in the real world and to always step back and think in their perspective, especially during debates or arguments.

My characters never fail to impress me. I love when they are able to forgive those who have wronged them, accept their losses, overcome grief, stand up for their beliefs – and inspire me to do the same. The events I write about help me cope with my own life struggles, which is really awesome, but the most awesome part is that I created these characters. Their thoughts are my thoughts. Everything I learn from my characters, I’m really just teaching myself on a subconscious level.

4. Writing boosts confidence

Nothing feels better than finishing a well-written chapter or scene. I love looking over my writing and thinking, “Wow, I can’t believe I wrote something so cool!” (Especially since I’m very hard on myself when it comes to writing.) Even if it’s something that I know most of my readers won’t get to see for a while, like a chapter of a new book I’m working on, the self-satisfaction is enough to boost my confidence in my writing and overall make me more confident in myself as a person.

5. Writing makes my readers (and me!) feel all kinds of emotions

As a psychology major, I am fascinated by the range of emotions the human mind can register. I believe all emotions are equally important to experience because they help us understand our thoughts. In my stories, I hope to give my readers a taste of all the major emotions. I want them to laugh, cry, feel angry, scared, and disgusted. A story becomes far more memorable when the reader is able to connect with it on an emotional level. It also means the readers care more about my story and characters if they are able to feel sad when a character dies or angry when the antagonist threatens to hurt them. I care about my characters as if they were my own children – because they technically are in my mind  – and it makes me really happy when I can share my love for them with others.

Now it’s your turn to tell ME why you enjoy writing! Please comment below~