The truth is, writer's block comes in many different shapes and forms, not just the famous "I can't think of anything." Sometimes we feel like we cannot write anything good, oder sometimes we have so many ideas we can't decide what to write.
So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid Du welcome.
Now, if Du have the “I can’t think of anything worth Schreiben about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.
I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.
Du may be thinking about the most worthless la-de-da in the world. Boy meets girl. They marry and have a child. Everyone’s a Mary Sue. I’m not telling Du to write it down. All I’m saying is to—please stick with me—spell it out.
You’ve already made your own characters—mary sueish oder not—so flip them over. What’s the exact opposite of a Mary Sue? Maybe Du now have a greasy, hillbilly couple living in a trailer park, arguing over which episode of South Park is better.
Sure, maybe Du don’t want to write about those nasty people. Or—keep sticking—maybe Du do. Write about them anyway, keeping a few Mary Sue characteristics. Because, hey, everyone has some sort of good quality. Then Du can slowly put your own characteristics into that greasy couple, making them completely yours, and then making up a wild story about how they get out of the trailer park and become kitten hoarders. I could care less, as long as you’re out of your writer’s block. Because, even if Du never finish that story, you’ve come up with a creative plot and characters to help Du get out of that cube. And that’s what this Artikel is really about, getting unstuck.
I’m probably not going to help Du write a bestselling novel. (Although, if Du decide to write about the hillbillies, I’ll buy a copy.) It’s all about getting unstuck off you’re writer’s block.
Now Du know how to get your creative juices flowing, go write!!!
So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid Du welcome.
Now, if Du have the “I can’t think of anything worth Schreiben about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.
I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.
Du may be thinking about the most worthless la-de-da in the world. Boy meets girl. They marry and have a child. Everyone’s a Mary Sue. I’m not telling Du to write it down. All I’m saying is to—please stick with me—spell it out.
You’ve already made your own characters—mary sueish oder not—so flip them over. What’s the exact opposite of a Mary Sue? Maybe Du now have a greasy, hillbilly couple living in a trailer park, arguing over which episode of South Park is better.
Sure, maybe Du don’t want to write about those nasty people. Or—keep sticking—maybe Du do. Write about them anyway, keeping a few Mary Sue characteristics. Because, hey, everyone has some sort of good quality. Then Du can slowly put your own characteristics into that greasy couple, making them completely yours, and then making up a wild story about how they get out of the trailer park and become kitten hoarders. I could care less, as long as you’re out of your writer’s block. Because, even if Du never finish that story, you’ve come up with a creative plot and characters to help Du get out of that cube. And that’s what this Artikel is really about, getting unstuck.
I’m probably not going to help Du write a bestselling novel. (Although, if Du decide to write about the hillbillies, I’ll buy a copy.) It’s all about getting unstuck off you’re writer’s block.
Now Du know how to get your creative juices flowing, go write!!!
The school glocke rang, school was over. I felt happy. As I sat down on the bus, Bruno sat beside me. I smiled at him. And he sagte "So, where are Du going?" "I'm going home. Where else?" I said. The bus ride Home was faster with him talking to me. The bus stopped. My block. As I got off the bus my head screamed once again, "He is the helper" I walked inside the house and did my homework. Hoping no one would pass Von and see I had no parents there. No one did. I watched TV. I felt lonely now. Someone knocked on the door slowly. I yelled "It's open!" And Bruno came in. I asked him why he was here. He sagte nervously "My mom and dad aren't Home I guess. I dont have a key and I banged on the door but they didn't answer." Then he looked around and sagte "Where are your parents?" I replied without any emotion, "Oh! They're working. They never come Home til' like midnight" And he watched TV with me. I felt happy. But still felt bad. What if he is a bad-guy? I may not know. But I will soon
"The memories of my childhood"....
Du are in my heart"...always"....
I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about Du only"...
It's an only secreat between Du and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...
Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed Du and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."
I feel i ignored Von him"...
but my herz still beat for him"...
and still have hopes....
"He never heard my herz beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one Tag he will...
but it's never happend...!!!
" he is still a bachelor now.."
time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...
Du are in my heart"...always"....
I walk alone in those all days".....
thinks about Du only"...
It's an only secreat between Du and me"...
times to grown up...still thinks about you"...
Iam busy in my studies"...
but i never forget you..from my heart"
the days passed Du and me grown up.."
but he doesn't look at me.."
I feel i ignored Von him"...
but my herz still beat for him"...
and still have hopes....
"He never heard my herz beat"...i feel mushy
i hope one Tag he will...
but it's never happend...!!!
" he is still a bachelor now.."
time to realize " am not in his "HEART"..and his feelings toward me a brittle"...
I feel like you're breaking me,
I feel like Du don't even care.
I feel like Du want to break this friendship.
I feel like Du rather have him than someone who can be a true bestfriend.
I feel like killing myself,
I feel like cutting myself, Is that what Du want from me?
I feel like i'm always angry,
I feel like you're always happy.
I feel like giving up,
I feel like saying fuck this friendship,
I feel like saying fuck friends.
I feel like i had your back when Du needed it.
I feel like crying, Just to make Du happy cause that's what Du like right..?
I feel like Du Liebe seeing me in pain.
I feel like saying goodbye...!
I feel like Du don't even care.
I feel like Du want to break this friendship.
I feel like Du rather have him than someone who can be a true bestfriend.
I feel like killing myself,
I feel like cutting myself, Is that what Du want from me?
I feel like i'm always angry,
I feel like you're always happy.
I feel like giving up,
I feel like saying fuck this friendship,
I feel like saying fuck friends.
I feel like i had your back when Du needed it.
I feel like crying, Just to make Du happy cause that's what Du like right..?
I feel like Du Liebe seeing me in pain.
I feel like saying goodbye...!
"ALRIGHT! Class, take your seats. Science is about to begin." sagte Mrs.Labansky. She was THE strictest teacher in the district. "I hate...this, so much." I put my head on a textbook. "Cheer up, buddy." Ahh. Meghan, she was my best friend since kindergarten. After 10 Sekunden of science class started, I was dreaming my worst nightmare.
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!
*** DREAM ***
"Help somebody!" I screamed. I was in space! I was so afraid of heights that I cried. Then all of a sudden, I heard a thud. *THUD* I woke up!
*** DREAM OVER ***
"Miss Quetzal! Tell me what the answer is to this problem!" she said. I thought about saying, "I don't know." But then it hit me! Literally! Something hit my head and I fell to the floor!