Brick Wall Brain
Not got much to say today, My brains a little numb Trying to get my rhythm going but the words just won't come.
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Not got much to say today, My brains a little numb Trying to get my rhythm going but the words just won't come.
My sincere apologies to all of you guys for my abrupt decision to quit Opuss, as I now see that quitting Opuss is quitting you all too, and you are all generous and encouraging.
Ok, I really need your opinions. I have ran out of ideas for 'Smells Like Teen Love' so what do you guys think about just skipping forward a few weeks where Annie is found and is safe at home.
Fuck just posted a poem that's now lost. Opuss said it was full up. I clicked post any way, Now my hard work has gone, puffed in to thin air. Little bit, very much miffed.
I feel deleting this app It's like everything I write is crap Maybe I've got nothing to say I tell myself that to keep my thoughts at bay But trust me those voices never seem to go away!.
Omg serious. I deleted an opuss by accident...
I'm really hoping you guys like 'The Ghosts From Her Past' so far because I don't even like that genre, I'm writing it so you guys will have another story to read and maybe it will attract more...
I hate to break the news but I will no longer be writing A Secret Untold. It wasn't getting anywhere and I hadn't planned anything major to happen.
On my trip across the UK, which you cane read about the start of in my previous Opost, I received some really good feedback on my current novel. This is the sort of medieval style one.
You know how I told you about my book ideas "What a wonderful world" and "When the claws come out". Well it's going to take me awhile to write them all.
I've been sitting here an hour and the words won't come, Looking hard for inspiration, getting nothing done, So I grab a cup of tea thinking "soon man, soon", But my mind's still a blank and I start...
Sorry it's been so long, I'm currently writing a short story (- that's turning out to be quite long!) that was suppose to be in for youngwritershousehold, however - I sorta went past the judging date.
My fellow Opussians, it's high time I told you the truth about this crazy, nikujaga loving youth. It was only a few months ago you see, when I found out I could write poetry.
I would hate to feel that horrible pain, The biggest fear, That my inspirations run away. Gone with the spoon and the dish, Over the moon across the sea.
I write because I want to, I need to and I like to. I write because it's a pleasure and a blessing to be able to.
The door bell rang, And the cat unleashed its fangs. Running fastly away. The note paper swooshed. Setting the ink loose. Killing a great novel of today. Rewritten and reinked.
In my last Opost of this series, I said I had finished chapter 3.
I have been starring at this screen for hours. I have even tried taking a nice warm shower. I have never had such trouble finding words. I believe that this is all rather absurd.
I was quite staggered this morning when I found I had gone DOWN in the ranking charts. It's supposed to go the other way.
I write from experience, if you know what you're writing about physically and mentally, it helps a lot. It gets you a better prospective. I have had a dark past.
Why hello my fellow Opussians. I'm going to be writing a story called Love Can't Be At First Sight. Thank you @tattyteddy for helping me think that one up.
1. New symbol on my pieces: ~*~ means that the piece is about my personal life, if not already stated. Things like MWH are true, because at the very beginning, I say they're all real.
In my last Opost of this series, I told you I was writing two novels in parallel. Well, contrary to my aims, one novel has indeed fallen by the wayside.
The early pages, coloured,. In red and blue and green,. A lot of broken crayons,. With some pencil in between,. A little on, a lot of yellow,. Golden marks in ink,.