Posts tagged My writing

shotgunanderson:

so awhile ago someone asked me to go through process/resources for what i do when i write. this isn’t for everybody, everybody has different motivators. but some of these links have been useful for me in the past.

• typing speed test - warm up your hands
• writing ergonomics - take care of yourself writing for long periods
• music to write by - put on a soundtrack that won’t distract
• writeroom - find a program that removes temptation to browse
• write or die - if you have trouble staying motivated
• word count meter - keep track of your progress
• stayfocused - lock yourself out of distracting sites (chrome only)

generally speaking, i just try to make sure i’m sitting properly, take regular breaks, have plenty of water at hand, and good music. the rest varies on just how much i’m feeling it on a given day, and how badly i need motivation. hopefully this will help!

(via medusaceratops-lokii)

So mine and HG’s RP just went off outline and became our own. Sitting here looking at my screen, I petted the thread through my monitor and said, “Oh bb.”

It’s 4 pages now, they grow up so fast. 

Grow good, bb. *more gentle caressing strokes for good luck*

I guess I am more modern than I thought.

Sooo… this is my 2500th post.

and I had to pare my poem down quite a bit, but I am entering this into a contest:

Your eyes make me wish it was my birthday 

so that I could blow them out. 

You think you are some sort of star, and you are. 

You are a hot burning puffball of gas and 

you think everyone should revolve around you. 

You redefine narcissism. 

It’s almost cute the way you think everything is about you. 

Your ass reminds me of a saucer of fairy milk, 

you have to say “Seachain!” before you throw it out the back door. 

Because it’s respectful to the fairies. 

Not you.

And I miss your hands, already, so soon. 

Their heat, their inexhaustible inner darkness, 

like little celestial portals. 

Your teeth make me want to burn down the world, 

they remind me of the face of god. 

Touching you is like Fibonacci: I keep repeating, it gets bigger. 

I can’t stop once it’s started. 

And I hate that. I hate you. 

I want you so hard. 

I want to dangle my ankles over your shoulders and then 

I want to scratch your back like a short story 

that I’ve been writing for a year. 

I want to punch you so hard and for no reason. 

I want to punish you for being bad 

(because you are) 

and then hold you all night long and say I’m sorry,

my darling, my love. 

I never mean it, I never do. 

Your tongue is like a garbage truck. It is. 

Your lips are everything that is worth not saying. 

These are the last words I will ever write for you: 

Are you gone yet?

Here is the original:

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Oh my. Wow. Thank you so much. This means a great deal coming from you, I literally got tears in my eyes when I read it. I’m amazingly inarticulate tonight, but I just wanted to say thank you and love you bb <3