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RANDOM WRITING TIP (from a writer who just got done actually WRITING, that’s how you know it’s good :D)

NEVER leave off writing at the end of something.

what I mean by that is if you finish a chapter, don’t stop there!! write at least a couple sentences of the next chapter, and then next time you write, it won’t be so hard to start and you’ll be starting off with stuff already there!!

also don’t stop at a scene that you’re having a hard time figuring out what to write next, or where you’re getting bored, or anything similar!! write past that, that way future you (especially if future you has executive dysfunction or is neurodivergent!!) won’t see that unnecessarily hard scene that they have to do and get discouraged!!

happy writing!!!

(also I’m gonna start putting a little disclaimer at the ends of these writing advice posts—quick disclaimer for my authors with OCD!! all writing advice is purely optional and meant to HELP YOU, and if something doesn’t click, don’t feel obligated to use it!! you know your story and writing style best!!)

hey, something i feel like is an under-utilized thing in whump writing:

ocd.

i have ocd, and trust me this shit turns you into a real life whumpee.

i just feel like this could be used so many ways. (i think at the end of this post i’ll add list of ideas.)

if you have ocd, use that experience to torture your characters!! it’s so therapeutic actually.

and if you don’t have ocd, you could do some research!! ask a friend or someone on the internet with ocd!! (if they are comfortable being asked) read some ocd posts, and et cetera!!

here are the ocd whump ideas/prompts: (trigger warning btw)

whumper exposing whumpee to their triggers

whumpee eliminating whumpee’s ability to do their compulsions

vegetarian whumpee (one who is vegetarian specifically because of their ocd) only allowed to eat meat

whumper worsening their anxieties by telling them that they’re true

ocd tends to get worse under stress, so whumpee’s ocd would likely grow more and more horrible during their captivity

self-harm based compulsions

whumpee needing to do a compulsion but terrified to disturb/annoy whumper, so they just sit there in rising anxiety, forced to decide between enduring the stress or risking angering whumper

whumper laughing at whumpee’s stress and calling them dramatic/sensitive/irrational

after rescue, whumpee having developed new compulsions from their captivity. could lead to them needing to ask permission from caretaker before eating/using the bathroom, or apologizing frequently, or et cetera.

you don’t even need a whumper. whumpee could just be someone with really bad ocd that functions as their whumper, and caretaker is trying to take care of them and help them recover

anyways, yea, those were my thoughts. if anybody does anything with this definitely let me know, i’d love to see!!

GUYS. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH.

WRITE. just START WRITING. it’s gonna be super painful for the first few hundred words or so, and your concentration is gonna be super fragile, but after that it should get easier and you should get into the flow of it!!

obviously i can’t say for certain that this’ll work for everybody, but please try it. go sit down, set a goal, and WRITE. for me rn my goal is at least 500 words, but you could edit that number to be higher or lower, or just go on time writing instead.

the more you write, the easier it should get. as an autistic person, i suffer from executive dysfunction, and it is sooo hard to get writing done. you kinda just have to brute force it at first and then it should get easier.

let me know if this was in any way helpful!!

ok. so. i hear that you’re supposed to advertise your book before you publish, (duh) and i was thinking—what better way to do that than to post little snippets and stuff of my WIPs here on Tumblr?? i just wanna know if y’all would be interested in reading them!! (there is a poll at the end)

(whump community, i feel like y’all will especially really like this!!!)

so. for a summary of the universe: (i have many books and they are all so far in the same universe)

i basically took the Little Nightmares universe and then very heavily edited and changed it. i made lore for what causes the end of the world, added a bunch of new characters, locations, and other lore, and then there’s two continents—the Distorted Continent, and the ‘Normal’ Continent. the Distorted Continent is where all the monsters are, it’s under the Tower’s control, it’s FULL of monsters, distorted adults, and then a bunch of kids who have to try to survive it. the ‘Normal’ Continent was also affected, but it’s away from the Tower’s influence for the most part. it’s populated by humans and nonhumans—the nonhumans are things like demons, avians, (winged people) elves, orcs, et cetera. there’s also books set in the before and after of the world being ‘destroyed’. (the before is just the ordinary IRL world mostly)

ok, with the basics of the universe out of the way, here’s what my main book(s) is about.

the main plot centers around a group of kids. in the first book, they live in the distorted continent, and the plot centers around them traveling through there and trying to survive. the second book has a timeskip where they’re teenagers and live in the ‘normal’ continent, that plot centers more around the conflict between humans and nonhumans.

there is a LOT of whump. all the characters are queer in some way, most of them are neurodivergent, and about half are POC. there is also a very large female cast.

(also a bunch of secondary books, most of which relate to each other in some way, plus there’ll be a Gen2 for the main cast. lots of stuff. the genre is horror, and did i mention how much whump there is?? whump community should love this, plus any enjoyers of angst, hurt/comfort, and queer characters ^^)

anyways. my question. (also, if y’all read this far, thank you!!

hello!! i just wanted to say that i have finished chapter 11!! :D

I'm Raivo and from Estonia (he/him)

Age: 18

Fav colors: orange, green, black, brown

Fav things: Winter, sweet tea, animals, Halloween/Xmas, music, salad, meat and veggies

I live on a farm in the country but I live near the city

Hobbies: drawing, writing, collecting junk, walking while listening to music, obsessively organizing my books, song playlists + names by spellings, origins and meanings etc)

I'm neurodivergent

Things I hate: bugs, spicy food, socks, the smell of cornbread, bread in general, literally any carbonated drink, too much salt or pepper on food, life

I have: Reddit and Wattpad

My irl pal: @cyanide-sodapop

I'm writing a comic series called Quest of the west, it's about a coyote (Dash), a badger (Fang) and a Raven (Raven lol), their home gets destroyed by a terrible fire and they have to work together to search for a new home:)

(The drawing is a work in progress)

Genres: adventure, coming of age, friendship, slice of life, drama

Hello I'm writing a story that I want to share with the world:)

Title: The tails of Dirt Creek

About: A western town with anthropomorphic cats and dogs

Author: Arri Endrik (pen name)

Genre: comedy-western, drama, slice of life, mystery, action

Setting: somewhere in Wyoming between 1876-1890's

I'm hoping to make this into a comic, btw I'm not a professional writer and I'm doing this all by myself so it's a lil iffy

Summary: Gunnar gets framed for a murder and now he's on the run, he was just wandering aimlessly throughout Wyoming until he came across a small town...

Chapter 1: "Welcome to Dirt Creek"

Gunnar had no clue how long or how far he was runnin, but he knew one thing.....he was tired and hungry........ever since he got framed for that dad-gummed murder he didn't comment.........sure, he was not the goodest dog in the west, but he wasn't a killer!

Gunnar could only see dirt.... and more dirt......not a blade of grass in sight....he was starting to just give up right then and there, but then he saw somethin......in the distance....he shielded his eyes with his paw, There! A town! Gunnar had a spark of hope.....he was not well known in these parts, so the towns folk probably wouldn't recognize him...... Gunnar figured he outta stay there for a bit then move on, no one would find him in a small town in the middle of nowhere............ right?

He walked up to a broken wooden sign that said "Welcom to Dirt Creek", That's funny Gunnar thought....."Welcome" was spelled wrong........., he kept walkin till he was in the middle of town.......but where is everyone? Gunnar thought..... the town was completely empty..."Huh, no one here....?" Then suddenly he heard a loud commotion, he looked around and saw that the sound was coming from the saloon, which was named The watering hole, Gunnar walked in and if he hadn't ducked in time he would've gotten his head knocked off by a flyin beer bottle! Gunnar saw that there was a Huge bar fight goin on! He walked in carefully..... and sat at the bar between a Blue heeler and a brown Newfoundland, working at the bar was an English bulldog who looked like he had enough of life..... Gunnar politely asked "Uh excuse me sir, may I have a glass of water please?"

The bulldog nodded and handed him a whole bottle of beer and said "You'll thank me later" and walked off.

Gunnar looked around and watched everyone fight......... He was shocked, and wondered why there wasn't a sheriff keepin everyone in line.... Suddenly he felt someone pat his shoulder, and he turned around to see that Blue heeler staring at him with a big stupid grin on his face,

"Well Howdy there partner! What's your name? I'm Dan Miller!".

Gunnar answered back "Uh.....the name's Gunnar Wilson, nice to meet ya, say......why is everyone fightin? Where is the sheriff?".

The dog just laughed "Well we don't have a sheriff...not anymore, he died! And as for why everyone is fightin....well.....I guess everyone just has anger issues".

Gunnar wondered what happened to the last sheriff but he figured it'd be best not to ask....."So.....why don't y'all get a new sheriff?".

Dan replied "No one ever lasts long as a sheriff tho....they either die or head for the hills! I don't blame anyone for runnin away tho, we are a stubborn bunch....".

And Gunnar believed him.......... Suddenly a bullet nicked his left ear! Gunnar looked around and saw the culprit.....a small tan Chihuahua that was jumpin on a table and had two large pistols in his paws ........shootin and yeppin like a coyote......"Hey pipsqueak! You almost shot my head off!". The Chihuahua just pointed his pistols at Gunnar, and Gunnar ran for cover, he heard a bullet pass by his other ear........he hid under a table..... watching......"Maybe I should lay low for a bit .........till this clears out......"

(Outside the saloon)

Gunnar barely got outta there with his ears and tail attached........he looked around for a place to stay.....as he walked around he saw a Café, library, Tailor, Flower shop, and a Butcher.......then he saw a small Chinese crested dog staring at him suspiciously...... Gunnar tried to look friendly "Uh hello there sir, name's Gunnar Wilson, and I'm new around here".  The dog just stared at Gunnar..... judging him..... Gunnar smiled sheepishly, till the little dog finally said

"My name is Ping Wú, and if I was you, I wouldn't stay long......". 

"Why?" Gunnar asked.

Ping sighed, "Because.....this town is as the name suggests.....it ain't nothin but a pile of dirt"

To be continued....;)

Me:*Has spent the entire day hyper fixating on a new random story that I just came up with*

My lungs: "U DO KNOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BREATHE EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE RIGHT? YOU'RE WRITING A STORY, NOT FACING HITLER"

My muscles:"You're literally missing your daily workout -

My bladder:"U NEED TO PEE!"

My stomach:"Pls ....feed.....me....star ar starving-"

My hair:"U haven't brushed in weeks -

My Mom:"Honey u need to sleep... it's been years"

My whole body:"You're literally overheating and dehydrated 💀" (it's really hot today)