Writing About Writing: How To Be A Writer Without Being A Hermit

If you’re like me, sometimes you realize that you spend more time with a notebook and pencil or a computer than your own family and friends. And while it’s important to write, and to pursue your dreams and passions, you shouldn’t shut yourself off from the real world. (No quotation marks there, people. I’m being sort of serious.) So here are a few tips to help you not become a writing hermit.

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Tip #1: Include family and friends in the writing and editing process.

Ask your siblings what they think of your latest plot idea. Read some of your work out loud to your friends (and let them squeal with you over your awesome love interest or your wonderfully witty dialogue). Have your parents help you with editing and proofreading. Let people read your story! It’s no fun to do it alone, anyway. Why not let your friends and family help you out?

Tip #2: Find real-life wriing buddies.

Yes, you may have over a hundred followers on social media. But nothing beats a real life friend you can write with. Not only do you not have to worry about being in different time zones, you can also meet at a bookstore! Or a coffee shop! Or go on a writing retreat into the mountains!

Tip #3: Step away from your story.

This is NOT procrastination. Well, it could be. But I will promise you that it’s much, much more important to build a relationship with those closest to you than it is to sit in front of a computer writing (or doing something else like procrastination, if you’re stuck on your story). If you’re not writing anyway, why not go on a walk with your family? Or maybe make cookies and talk with your family while you eat them. Or *gasp* help your mom clean the house!

Those are just a few ways to help you work on writing while not sitting hunched behind a computer all day. Thoughts on this list? Authors, do you have any ways you work on writing while still being social in real life? Comment below with your thoughts!

Twinepathy (Part 31): Lila or Maddie?

Hullo, everyone! I hope Monday’s post hasn’t left you hanging too much. 😉 Let’s learn a few more things today, shall we? Enjoy! New? Check out part one.

I gape at Keller, mouth wide open. Maddie looks panicked and freaked out and tries to pull away from Keller. Her whole body is rigid. Keller pulls away, frowning. “Lila?” she asks.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” Jen comments from the doorway. I jump in surprise, my eyes meeting hers. She raises an eyebrow, and I look down at the ground sheepishly.

Keller grabs Maddie’s shoulders. “Lila, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” She sounds panicked.

“She has amnesia,” Jen says quietly. “You know her?”

Keller stares at Maddie. “She’s… my sister.” She whirls on Jen, eyes flashing. “What did you do to her?!”

Jen stands calmly, watching Keller. “I didn’t do anything to her. Why don’t we go inside and see if we can piece together everything that’s going on?”

Keller looks back at Maddie, a look of mixed horror and anger crossing her face. Then her shoulders slump and she nods.

We head inside and Maddie grabs my hand again, looking up at me with fear and worry in her eyes. I avoid looking at Keller as we head into the living room. I’m surprised to see Blaze relaxing on the couch, again with his mask on, but I’m not as surprised as he is. I’ve never seen so much shock on his face, not even when Brooklyn passed out. Then again, I’ve only known him for a week.

“What…!” he sputters.

The corner of Jen’s mouth twitches. “What perfect timing, hm?” She sits down next to Blaze, somehow looking just as at home as he does but still appearing poised. Keller slumps down into the armchair across from Jen, her eyes occasionally straying towards Maddie.

Jen turns towards me. “Let’s start with the easiest string to untangle. What are you doing here?”

I take a deep breath and dive into the whole story of how we tracked down Keller, doing my best to keep it short. Jen nods periodically, but when I finish, her expression doesn’t change. I squirm in my seat.

“Well,” she begins slowly. “You certainly have a knack for investigating. And being too curious.”

My face turns pink. “Maybe just a little bit,” I admit.

“And Brooklyn doesn’t know anything?” Jen asks.

I shake my head. “Not that I know of. She might be a little suspicious, though.”

“I would be,” Blaze says. He pauses. “Maybe not, if I was Brooklyn.”

I turn a fiery glare on him. “Are you insulting my sister?” I say in an icy voice.

Blaze grins, but Jen steps in. “Enough. Let’s move on. I used the same technique to find Keller, except I gained more information from Genesis. Keller is one of the people who was fighting in Brooklyn’s brain. That’s as far as I’ve gotten.” She turns to Keller. “I’ll let you explain the rest to us.”

And Keller begins.

Twinepathy (Part 17): Brooklyn!

Hullo, everyone! Merry Christmas! A day early, I know, but I’m not sure if I’ll have time to post tomorrow… and let’s be honest, I couldn’t wait. I have nothing else to say except… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Except I’m not! 😉 Oh, and if you’re new, check out the first part here.

My first two classes aren’t good, but not as bad as I had thought. Brooklyn’s in one of those classes, so she was able to use her emotion manipulation to make the teacher go easier on both of us. I think that’s the first time she’s ever used it to our advantage in school. She always insists that using our gifts is like cheating. That’s why I’m not a straight-A student. If I could use my powers, I could easily read the answers straight out of a genius kid’s head, or even out of the teacher’s.

But Brooklyn’s not in my second class. That leaves me to fend for myself with one of my not-favorite teachers. Oh joy. I make it through – barely – with extra homework and a lower grade. I open my locker, feeling like this is going to be a looooong day.

To my surprise, my books and homework are right there.

I stare. How… I look around for Brooklyn, but while her locker’s right next to mine, she hasn’t come over yet. She’s probably talking to one of her friends, and since she doesn’t think her homework’s here, she might not even come over. Then I notice a note stuck to the side of my locker.

Squirt realized you might need this stuff, so Data sent me to retrieve it and put it in your locker. Yeah, she gave me the combination. Ha. Enjoy. –Blaze

I slump against my locker in relief. One less thing to worry about. If Blaze were here, I would hug him. Or Data. But who’s Squirt? What does that person do, squirt water out of their eyes like an iguana? I’m not sure I even want to know.

I get out my homework for my next class and slam my locker door shut, scanning the hallway for Brooklyn. I should find her and tell her that her homework and books are here. Surely she wouldn’t mind me breaking into a conversation with her and the popular kids. Or would she rather I broke her rule about “absolutely no telepathy at school”? I’ll see if I can find her first.

I bump through the crowd, looking around for Brooklyn. A couple people give me frigid glares as I make my way past them. I haven’t been very popular since I made it on the cheerleading squad on accident. People don’t appreciate my sarcasm or disregard for their favorite topics: boys, makeup, the newest cute TV star…

I could probably find people like me if I wanted, but… I don’t really want to. I prefer to be a loner.

I run into someone. “Where are you going in such a hurry?” Kelsey asks. She’s in my history class, and she’s on the cheerleading squad. She’s usually pretty nice to me, especially since Brooklyn and I helped her ace the last history exam.

“I’m trying to find Brooklyn. Have you seen here?” She sometimes hangs out in my sister’s crowd, when she feels like it.

Kelsey shakes her head. “Nope, I haven’t seen her today. Sorry.”

“That’s fine,” I reply. The bell rings, and I look around frantically. I’m nowhere near my next class, so I take off in the right direction as fast as I can. It’s hard for me to think and dodge people at the same time, but I manage to form a telepathic message for Brooklyn in my head.

Then something pops.

I’m not sure exactly what I do – if I stop in the middle of the hallway or if I keep running blindly. But something in my brain just… disappears. Gone. Something’s missing. I grope around frantically, and—

It’s my connection with Brooklyn. I whirl in a circle, looking frantically for her. “Brooklyn!” I yell, ignored by most, glared at by others.

A scream, familiar, echoes down the hall, and everyone stops.

Brooklyn.

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Ditched – Part Two

The second part of Ditched. Click for Part One. Let me know what you think!

The sounds of bouncing basketballs and shoes squeaking on the court caused Crystal to lift her head. She stared dully at the players as they warmed up. She didn’t really have any interest in the game now, but she couldn’t help hoping that Valerie would come back to sit with her. She glanced around the bleachers and saw Valerie sitting a couple of rows down from her and two rows to the left. She was all by herself, but she had her headphones in and was absorbed with the movie on her phone. As the start of the game neared and the stands started to fill up, Crystal glanced more and more frequently at Valerie.

Everyone stood for the national anthem, and Crystal forced herself to stop looking at Valerie and to turn to the flag. Even so, she couldn’t help wondering if Valerie was looking at her.

More people filed in after the anthem. Crystal soon realized that Valerie probably wasn’t coming back. Many of Valerie’s other friends had found her, and they were chattering away. Crystal stared down at the basketball court, not seeing the game, just thinking.

“Is this seat taken?” a male voice asked from right next to her. She looked up at him vaguely and shook her head. She turned back to the court, still unseeing, although she felt him sit down in the seat that was formerly Valerie’s. She was unconscious of the boy sitting there, watching her as the people around them leapt to their feet, cheering wildly.

“You’re not really paying attention to the game, are you?” the boy asked, breaking into her thoughts. She looked away from the court, and, for the first time, noticed his red hair and sparkling green eyes.

“No,” she admitted, laughing a little nervously. “I guess not.”

He smiled gently. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

Crystal started her story hesitatingly, but she soon found herself pouring out the entire story. After she finished, she studied him. A look of compassion and indignation filled his eyes.

“That stinks,” he told her. “But it doesn’t sound like she was a very good friend. I mean, she didn’t listen to you, and she was pretty quick to ditch you.”

Crystal sighed, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. “Yeah, I know, but I don’t really have any friends. She was one of the few people who actually hung out with me,” she admitted.

“You deserve better,” the boy said, looking at her seriously.

Crystal gawked at him, lost for words. “Wh-what?” she finally stammered.

He gave her an awkward smile. “I don’t know you very well, but I still think you deserve better friends than Valerie. You’re God’s special child.”

She gave him an odd look. “You’re a Christian?”

He laughed. “Yes, I am. Don’t look at me like that.”

Crystal frowned. “You really believe all that Bible stuff?”

“Yes,” he told her seriously. “I believe every word of it.”

She looked at him curiously. “You’re really passionate about it, aren’t you?” she asked.

He nodded. “It’s my dream to become a youth pastor, if God wills.”

Crystal looked down at her hands shyly. “Do you think that you could tell me more about all this?”

The smile that nearly split his face made her heart leap. “Of course.”

“Thanks, uh,” Crystal hesitated.

“Zachary,” he finished, still smiling warmly at her. “You can call me Zach.”

Crystal smiled. “Nice to meet you, Zach.”

“You, too, Crystal.”

Weeks passed. Crystal hung out with Zach a lot, and even started going to his church with him, not just on Sundays, but on Wednesday nights, too. They didn’t go to the same school, but they often met up at games and hung out on the weekends. Crystal often saw Valerie in the halls at school, but her old friend completely ignored her.

Crystal slammed her locker shut at school one Wednesday and glanced over at Valerie’s locker. Zach had suggested that she invite Valerie to church with them that night, but she was nervous. She took a deep breath and headed over to her old friend’s locker.

Valerie was rummaging in her locker and didn’t see Crystal approach. Crystal waited awkwardly next to Valerie’s locker. Finally, she cleared her throat.

Valerie pulled her head out of her locker and looked at Crystal. When she saw who it was, she turned to go back to her task. Crystal grabbed her friend’s arm before she could start ignoring her again. “Please, Val,” she begged.

Valerie turned to her, her eyes flashing. “Forget it. We can’t be friends anymore.”

“Hear me out,” Crystal began, speaking fast so that Valerie would hear everything she had to say. “I want to say that I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you. I hope you’ll forgive me.”

Valerie rolled her eyes. “Is that all?” she demanded, attempting to extract her arm from Crystal’s grip.

“No,” Crystal told her. She hesitated. “I was wondering if you want to come with me to church tonight.”

Valerie snorted. “No.”

“Why not?” Crystal asked.

“Why not?” Valerie repeated, sneering. “Because church is stupid, all that Jesus stuff is stupid, and you’re stupid.” She yanked her arm out of Crystal’s grasp and stomped away.

Crystal choked back tears as she turned back to her locker and gathered her books in her arms. As she went to class, she silently prayed, asking God to change Valerie’s heart. And she made a decision. She wouldn’t stop asking.

Ditched – Part One

An interesting story I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy it, and I’d love to know what you think! :

“Hi, Valerie,” Crystal said, greeting her friend as she sat next to her on the bleachers. She handed Valerie her hot dog, pushing her light brown bangs out of her sparkly green eyes. Her long brown hair fell almost to her waist, even braided. Her pale skin looked even paler in the lights of the high school gymnasium.

“Thanks,” Valerie replied, accepting the foil-wrapped wiener. She pulled her shoulder-length black hair into a ponytail before unwrapping the hot dog. She fixed her eyes on her phone with one earbud in as she took a bite of the hot dog.

Crystal sighed as she gazed out at the empty court. “They still haven’t started?”

“Nope.” Valerie took another bite. She started coughing.

Crystal looked at her, concerned. “Are you okay?” she asked.

Valerie nodded, still coughing. The coughs died off into laughter. “Robert Downey, Jr. is just too funny!” she said, still gasping for air.

Crystal couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “You’re watching Iron Man again?”

Valerie shrugged. “Why not?” Her brown eyes got a dreamy look in them. “He’s amazing! Did you know that…”

Crystal rolled her eyes again as her friend continued chattering away. Any mention of Iron Man or anything related would set Valerie off on a trail of Iron Man trivia. If you asked a simple question about the movie, you’d receive more information than you’d ever needed, or wanted, to know.

Of course, Valerie had other obsessions, too. She was the biggest fan of tennis, and could name every single Wimbledon winner. She could find a way to work tennis into almost every conversation, and you wouldn’t want to ask her about rules for tennis. She could go on forever.

Crystal tuned back in to Valerie’s one-sided conversation. “Did I tell you that they’re coming out with a new one? I can’t wait! It’s going to be so awesome! You know, it would be great to…” Crystal sighed and tuned her friend out again. She didn’t really mind Valerie’s obsessive chatter that much, but she wished that she and Valerie could actually talk together, instead of her having to listen to Valerie’s monologue.

Crystal sighed again, gazing absent-mindedly out at the basketball court. A few more fans were wandering into the bleachers and picking seats early to beat the crowd. She saw a couple members of the home team coming in late and rushing to the locker room.

“Crystal!” Valerie exclaimed.

Crystal turned back to Valerie. “What?” she asked.

Valerie glared at her. “You’re not even listening to me!”

Crystal gulped. “I know. I’m sorry, Val.”

“Why weren’t you listening?” Valerie demanded. Crystal could tell that her friend was really mad.

Crystal looked down at her hands, embarrassed. “Well, I – I – it’s just that, well, you know, you just talk and talk about Robert Downey, Jr. I mean, you never give me a chance to say anything, and I don’t really care about Iron Man or anything like that, so—”

“So you just tuned out,” Valerie finished. Her eyes flashed angrily. “Does what I say mean that little to you?”

“No, it’s just—”

“No,” Valerie interrupted. She picked up her things and what was left of her hot dog and stood up. “I’ll see you later,” she said sarcastically and stalked off. Crystal watched her leave with her mouth hanging open. She finally recovered enough to run after her friend.

“Valerie!” she cried. Valerie shook Crystal’s hand off her arm.

“I’ll go find someone who actually cares about what I have to say,” Valerie muttered wrathfully. Crystal stopped in her tracks, stunned. Her friend’s words, and actions, stung. Tears steamed in her eyes as she turned back to her seat. She slumped down in her chair, putting her hands over her face and letting the tears flow.