Shut Up And Write Novels & Stories

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five "If you ever catch yourself wondering why you're doing this, just remind yourself that you're doing this for whatever hobby or interest or collection that you're doing and that there are better things to be doing with your time that you're not doing because you're working, because you need the money to be doing the things that you love, alright? You're doing this to write that novel, to make that painting, or pottery piece, or to buy those tulips for your garden. Not because you like standing around while some lady, with her screaming toddler, screams in your face and spits on ya', alright?"

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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Dear K, I wrote all these words for you. Just these words, nothing less, nothing more. Just these words on these papers, Never said out loud, never to reach your ears. I wrote them down because I need you to understand something. Everyone else can read it and they won't know a single thing. Because I only meant these words for you. Just these words. Just here. Just you. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Third Person’s P.O.V (Somewhere not so near) “I am telling you this will be a success.” Guillotine said as he closed his laptop shut and he turned towards Maurice his assistant and content editor. “We should be grateful that the reviews are coming back positively tonight.” Maurice answered with a small sigh. “To be honest with you, you are such a terrible writer.” “Oh, no Maurice, don’t do this to me.” He chuckled as he reeled himself in his chair. “Writing is the only thing I know how to do.”

"Ah! Don't shut me off don't shut me off don't shut me off!" "Shen Xiu Jin" and "shut up" these six words, enough to drive her crazy, "Please, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't shut me down, please, don't shut me down, I don't dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare to ever dare! "

Stimulating it. Shit.

'Don't say a word. #

When he finished, he folded the paper carefully and added it to the box. "What did you write?" I asked. "That's between me and the summit box," he said, but he was smiling. "Your turn." He offered me the notebook and pen, and I stared at the blank page for a long moment, trying to figure out what the fuck to write. What could I say that was honest but not revealing? What could I leave here that wouldn't feel like a lie? Finally, I wrote: "Sometimes the best moments are the ones you didn't plan for. -S"