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, atau sometimes we have so many ideas we can't decide what to write.
So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid anda welcome.
Now, if anda have the “I can’t think of anything worth Penulisan about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.
I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.
anda 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 anda 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 atau not—so flip them over. What’s the exact opposite of a Mary Sue? Maybe anda now have a greasy, hillbilly couple living in a trailer park, arguing over which episode of South Park is better.
Sure, maybe anda don’t want to write about those nasty people. Or—keep sticking—maybe anda do. Write about them anyway, keeping a few Mary Sue characteristics. Because, hey, everyone has some sort of good quality. Then anda 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 anda never finish that story, you’ve come up with a creative plot and characters to help anda get out of that cube. And that’s what this artikel is really about, getting unstuck.
I’m probably not going to help anda write a bestselling novel. (Although, if anda decide to write about the hillbillies, I’ll buy a copy.) It’s all about getting unstuck off you’re writer’s block.
Now anda know how to get your creative juices flowing, go write!!!
So for those who have the lesser known syndromes, I bid anda welcome.
Now, if anda have the “I can’t think of anything worth Penulisan about,” syndrome, you’re wrong.
I know how that sounds. Just stick with me.
anda 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 anda 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 atau not—so flip them over. What’s the exact opposite of a Mary Sue? Maybe anda now have a greasy, hillbilly couple living in a trailer park, arguing over which episode of South Park is better.
Sure, maybe anda don’t want to write about those nasty people. Or—keep sticking—maybe anda do. Write about them anyway, keeping a few Mary Sue characteristics. Because, hey, everyone has some sort of good quality. Then anda 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 anda never finish that story, you’ve come up with a creative plot and characters to help anda get out of that cube. And that’s what this artikel is really about, getting unstuck.
I’m probably not going to help anda write a bestselling novel. (Although, if anda decide to write about the hillbillies, I’ll buy a copy.) It’s all about getting unstuck off you’re writer’s block.
Now anda know how to get your creative juices flowing, go write!!!
I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded sejak my thoughts, but no people. sejak my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat sejak me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded sejak my thoughts, but no people. sejak my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat sejak me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.