Choose world setting
If you read the first part of how to avoid writer’s block, then this stage would add a more concrete guideline. Avoiding writer’s block can be easy.
Where is the story: Is it set in a real-world location, a made up location mirroring the real world, a fantasy realm, out of space, a mixture of some or all. You have to decide what kind of environment your story works best in. This is not an avoidable step so it’s pretty much obvious to most.
When is the story: You have to decide what era your story is set in, past, present or future. You can alter the facts to what was done in each era, but the best fictional stories are the ones based on some elements of reality. I wouldn’t advise anyone who decides to right on medieval tie setting to include the use of a gun, you might create a disconnect with your audience. Yes, they know it’s fiction, but you don’t want to distract them with those kinds of technicalities. Read more
How to Avoid Writer’s Block (1)
Note: This is my first post on the dos and don’ts and the ins and outs of writing. These are steps that personally helped me avoid writer’s block. I was able to write my first draft in three weeks and I still had to go in to work throughout this process. I hope this helps you too!
Choose your genre
Get acquainted with your genre: This may seem easy at first, but for a lot of writers, finding the right genre that could fit the message they are trying to pass or they can understand, or even find the right research material on is difficult. You have your romance, your fantasy, sci-fi, horror, and then each of these genres has its subgenre. Think about the point you are trying to pass across thoroughly and then do your research! Read more
Had it been a year ago, even a month ago, Bree would have accepted the offer presented to her. Heck, had it been any other day other than this, she would have welcomed the offer with a ready smile and her arms wide open but that was all impossible now, all she had left were a few minutes before she walked down the aisle to face her husband to be, Lord Erin Laichester.
Bree stood with her mouth agape staring at the unlikely intruder, Mr. Adams and worse the offer he had just proposed to her. He had asked her to marry him.
“Why?” she finally managed to choke out.
“Because we belong together.”
“That makes no sense.” Bree retorted.
He passed a hand through his already disheveled black hair. Now she noticed how roughed up he looked. He must have ridden all night to come here. She just couldn’t understand why all of a sudden he had a change of heart. For years she had trailed him doggedly like the smitten school girl she was, and for years he had ignored her like she was just a child. And of course she was; she was only now turned seventeen before her uncle had decided to marry her off to the first respectable gentleman that took an interest in her.
“Tell me the truth,” she added, “why are you here?” Read more
Jessica was running late for the party. She had finally landed a gig writing an article for one of the most elite parties this side of San Francisco, she couldn’t blow it.
After taking her time to style her curly brunette hair and get her make-up done, she had been happy with what she looked like in the mirror, if only her dress could have arrived sooner. Finally, the doorbell had rung and the short teal dress arrived, she had smiled at it as she put it on. But now as she rushed into the impressive building the party was being hosted, she couldn’t help but wish she had gone with something more classy or at least figure-hugging, not that she had a lot of curves to show off in the first place.
She checked her watch; her employer was going to kill her. She wasn’t paying attention as she pushed in the door and almost collided with her employer, Ms. Briggs. Ms. Briggs tripped, but her fall was prevented by the man standing beside her. Read more
It wasn’t unusual for Katherine to be dangling off her balcony from her beddings 4 meters off the ground at the dead of the night, nor was it unusual to have to listen to the white cat perched on the ledge meowing at her in what she could have sworn was a disdainful tone. What wasn’t usual was the man casually leaning by the dull red bricked wall of the building, smirking up at her. Gods she hated him, that slight up tilt of his mouth, the way his eyes sparkled at her embarrassment. She could just punch that look right off his face. Read more