Writings About Writing – Lack of Motivation

We all suffer from a lack of motivation sometimes. If you don’t… please tell me how. (That’s the same thing I said when someone told me they didn’t backwash.)

You have to have motivation to write. Otherwise, you’ll get bored with your writing, and that’ll translate into your writing and make it boring for the readers. The best way to get motivated? In my opinion…

Write something fun.

Find a goofy prompt online, and write a short story based off of that. Try doing some stream-of-consciousness writing (writing down your thoughts). That can be really fun. Other ideas? Write about one of your funniest memories. Write a letter to your future self. Have a chat with one of your fictional characters and write it down. (I suggest that you don’t take your character out for coffee to do this interview. If you do, videotape it. Please.) Write a story in which you take a character out for coffee and get odd looks from strangers. Write a post about how to conquer a lack of motivation. This one works, guys. Trust me. 😉

There’s so many more ideas out there. There’s so many other ways, too. Lack of motivation doesn’t have to last long, and there’s plenty of different options to fix it. So get motivated!

What are some of your favorite ways to get motivated? Have you ever taken a character out to coffee? Tell me in the comments below!

The Perilous Journey – Part II

I wrote this story a couple of years ago for a creative writing class, and I still consider it one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. Click for Part I.

Annabelle knew that if the knights saw her, they would certainly stop her and ask her why a peasant girl her age was riding on this trail in the middle of the night. That would waste valuable time. And if they were enemies, she might be captured. Thinking quickly, she slid off of Star and led her into the small clump of trees on her right. Hoping that Star wouldn’t make any noise, she guided her along the side of the road, pausing behind the trees to listen and try to locate the knights. Finally, she was alongside them. She listened closely.

“We’ll sneak up on the castle tonight,” one of the knights, who had a rough voice, suggested. “We could figure out which window is his, and climb through and kill him while he’s sleeping. They’ll never know we were there.”

“Yes,” another added, “they may even think that it was one of his workers.”

“No,” a third man replied. “It won’t work. It’s too risky.”

When she realized what was going on, Annabelle caught her breath. These were enemy knights, and they were planning to kill the king! She quickly led Star past the soldiers, being careful not to make any noise. Miraculously, they made it past. She remounted Star, and urged her to gallop on the grassy side of the path, where she figured they wouldn’t make as much noise. With the help of the moonlight, she quickly made it to King’s Tavern. She slid off of Star and tied her up, then ran inside.

The sweaty barkeeper looked up as she dashed in. “May I help you, miss?”

“Yes,” Annabelle cried. “There are some enemy knights down the road, and they are planning to kill the king tonight!” Several men at the tables leapt to their feet and volunteered to go help round them up. The barkeeper organized a team of men to capture the knights.

Annabelle galloped Star down the path next to the tavern. It was a short way to the cottage, and when she got there, an elderly lady, who had heard Star’s hoof beats, rushed out of the cottage.

“What’s wrong, my dear?” she asked.

“My mother has the fever,” Annabelle panted. “Do you have a remedy I could take her?”

“Yes, my dear,” she replied, rushing into the house and returning a few seconds later with a small glass bottle of liquid. Grinning, she handed it to Annabelle, who peered at it. Frowning, Annabelle tried to identify the liquid, but could not.

“What is this?” Annabelle asked curiously. Wondering how it could help her mother, she sloshed the liquid in the bottle around. Slyly, the old lady grinned. Annabelle noticed that it was a toothless grin.

“They are Tears,” she replied.

“What?”

“Every time someone comes to me while they’re crying, I give them a hankie. Then, later, I wring the Tears out of the hankie. I save the Tears. If you rub it on the bottom of your mother’s feet, the fever will go away,” the old lady, who was still grinning, explained.

Under the cover of the darkness, Annabelle grimaced. At least Mother doesn’t have to drink it, she pondered. She thanked the old lady for the Tears and galloped back up the path. At the head of the trail, a dark figure stepped into her path. Star stopped. When the figure stepped into view, Annabelle realized that it was the barkeeper.

“The men are fighting up ahead. I’ll lead you to a short cut. We need you to warn the king’s guard about the knights. I don’t doubt that they’ll beat our men. Our men are pretending to be thieves,” he said as he mounted his horse.

They galloped to a small path next to the barkeeper’s cottage. The barkeeper stopped and Annabelle continued on her way. Eventually, the king’s castle came into view. She stopped at the gate where the drawbridge was down. She yelled at the top of her lungs until a guard noticed. She quickly told him to pull up the drawbridge and told him what the knights had said. She galloped back down the street, Star’s hooves thundering on the cobblestones.

Finally she was home. She took off Star’s bridle and put her in her stall. Star immediately dozed off, tired from the long ride. Annabelle quietly slipped into the cottage, where she found her mother sound asleep. She rubbed the Tears on the bottoms of her mother’s feet, slid into bed, and fell asleep immediately.

Happily, the next day, her mother was completely well. To her mother’s delight, the grateful king came by and thanked Annabelle for saving his life. She blushed modestly. When the king offered to give her anything in his kingdom in thanks for her services, she suggested only one thing as she smiled at her mother. Grinning in delight, she asked that he marry her mother, whose husband had died when Annabelle was a baby, and he agreed. And, of course, they all lived happily ever after.

The End

The Perilous Journey – Part I

I wrote this story a couple of years ago for a creative writing class, and I still consider it one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know what you think. 🙂

Annabelle pulled her cloak tighter around her as she made her way to the tiny stable. The chill of the wind seeped through her thick wool cloak. Struggling against the wind, she slowly tugged the door open. Finally, she was able to slip inside. A copper colored mare, who had been munching her hay, lifted her head and stared at Annabelle in surprise.
“Easy, Star,” Annabelle murmured soothingly to the high strung mare. As Annabelle slipped the bridle over her ears, Star snorted and tossed her head. Annabelle led the mare out of the barn into the icy sleet. Annabelle urged her to the small cottage where she and her mother lived. In a flash, she tied the horse and dashed inside. She walked quickly to where her mother lay on the bed made of homespun cloth stuffed with straw, which was next to the blazing fire. She knelt down and caressed her mother’s sweaty hand. Her mother moaned.
“Don’t worry, Mother,” Annabelle told the feverish form softly. “I won’t be gone long. I’ll just go to the cottage where the woman who makes the remedies lives. I’ll be back soon with your medicine.”
“Ride past the castle,” her mother told her. “Turn to the right by Thick Pine. Turn left at the Dragon Inn. Follow the path until you get to King’s Tavern, then go on the side path. It leads to her cottage. Please hurry, daughter. The fever is worsening.”
“I will,” Annabelle promised. She quickly went outside and mounted Star. She and her mother were poor and they were lucky to own a horse as fast as Star. She nudged Star with her heel, and galloped off into the wintry darkness.
Quite soon, the tall castle loomed ahead. The dirt road changed to cobblestones. Finally she was able to see the medieval city that she had always wanted to travel to, but she took no notice of the lovely dresses and supplies that the stores advertised. She was soon past the castle and galloping on toward Dark Forest.
When Annabelle reached the edge of the gloomy forest, she halted Star, who was breathing heavily, dismounted, and let her catch her breath as she studied the path she was leading Star down. Since the path was old and rutted, and was strewn with rocks, Annabelle knew that she would have to let Star go slowly. Sighing, she realized that she was not looking forward to the trip through the forest.
They picked their way slowly along the path. In the darkness, Annabelle pushed Star as fast as she dared. The going was slow, but finally they made it to the other side of the forest. Annabelle urged Star forward again. Star responded with a burst of speed. Soon they were galloping at full speed again.
Finally, Annabelle spotted Thick Pine towering above the tiny trees that lined the trail. She slowed Star, prepared to let her catch her breath, but Star plowed forward, turning right at Thick Pine when Annabelle commanded her. She seemed to sense that something was wrong, that she was on an important mission.
Annabelle slowed Star to a trot, letting her catch her breath while still making progress. After a while, she spotted the small village where the Dragon Inn was located. She quickly found the inn, and turned left onto the small path next to it. Star sped up, seeming to sense her rider’s urgency.
They continued galloping up the path. Suddenly, Star stopped, her head high, her eyes rolling. Annabelle sat quietly, listening for any noises that might show what had scared Star. She heard the thud of hoof beats. Straining her ears, she struggled to pick up the telltale sound she was listening for. The clanking of armor reached her ears.
“Knights!” she whispered.

Stepping Into The World

“Hello, welcome to our world,” the man behind the front desk greets you. He reminds you strangely of Sherlock from the BBC series. “I’m Benedict. Are you here to see Bri?”

You gape at him. “No way! You’re not… Benedict Cumberbatch?”

He gives you a strange look. “No, just Benedict. Please, step this way.” He leads you out of the small, white waiting area and through a door. The office you enter doesn’t look like a normal office. Sticky notes and index cards cover the walls. A luciously soft-looking chair sits on your side of the huge oak desk, and in an equally comfy-looking chair on the other side of the desk sits a teenage girl. She shoves her blond hair behind her ear as she scribbles violently on a piece of paper. She looks up and spots you, looking startled.

“Oh, hi, take a seat,” she says, quickly turning her attention back to her writing.

You gaze around the office. A laptop is set up on the table, but the girl isn’t really using it. A song’s playing on it, and you move the mouse to discover that it’s the Avengers theme song. You smile and lean back in the chair. The only wall that doesn’t have sticky notes and index cards on it is the one behind the desk. A floor-to-ceiling bookshelf takes up that entire wall, and, although not all of the shelves are filled with books, there are plenty of books stacked on the floor, too.

The girl finally sets down her pencil and smiles at you. “Sorry about that,” she says. “I’m Bri.” She shakes your hand. “I take it you’re here to explore. There’s a whole other room filled with stories over there.” She motions to a spot where you can see a doorknob peeking out through the sticky notes. “Try not to knock off too many notes if you go in there. I interview people, too, so there’s some of those interviews in there, too. I hope you enjoy checking everything out. Let me know if you need help, and I’d love your feedback on all of the things you read. Enjoy!”

You thank her and head over to the door. Taking a deep breath, you gently swing it open and step into the World.

Welcome to My World

Although I’m not exactly new to the blogosphere, this is a new blog for me. Obviously, since this is the first post.

I’ve created this blog to promote my writing and to get my writing out to the world, while freeing up my other blog for that which it was originally intended: to spread the Good News, the best news, of the salvation we have through Jesus Christ. Please check it out: proverbs31teen.wordpress.com.

I hope you enjoy what I write and that you’ll provide plenty of positive feedback. I mostly write young adult and middle grade fiction, although I don’t have a particular genre I write in as I like to experiment. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy jumping into the World of the Writer.

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