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Old 06-16-2010, 04:33 AM

I was bored, and just started writing a story. 3/4 through the first page, I'm stumped. I lost all my inspiration...so, I wanted to know... What gives other writers their inspiration? This is what I wrote SO FAR. (Still needs grammar check, fancy words, what not...)

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
-William Shakespeare


Once more, I awoke to find only silence next to me. He never spoke to me when we talked, He hated eye to eye conversation, and his topics were stupid and pointless, like he’d never even said them. But he had one good quality - he always listened. I attempted rising, but slid back down on the cold ice beneath me. Flipping over, I began to crawl on my knees to a rock that looked like a good support. I placed all my weight onto it and lifted myself up. The hood above my head fell down. It was yanked up by fast, shocked, hands. I stared at the wicked ice for a short while, and then noticed my clothes. I sat on the rock and began to chip the rust on my metal breastplate with my nail. Held by the plate was a knee-length, semi-tight skirt. On my arms was lazily crafted black material. It started right beneath my shoulders and held there, covering at least three inches of the tips of my fingers.
Rythmic tapping from a wood pecker held my attention. It stopped every now and again to glare at me for watching him. I guess he didn’t like me. Another quiet peck echoed while an enormous gust of wind violently threw me and made me lose my balance. Sick and tired of falling I ran away from the iced lake and into the woods. It was much better in there - little to no snow was on the ground. However, the humidity was quite fatiguing. The heel of my combat boot sank in to the wet soil. I yanked at it, and it came out without too much effort. A growl in the distance made it clear that if I went further, I would be ripped to pieces. I didn’t pay it much mind, and it left me alone. My feet dragged me a bit further into a beautiful clearing where I then lay down. The grass was tall, and warm, still carrying morning dew on the velvety tips of each blade. I slowly fell into a sleep - or a very comfy coma…- and became unaware of everything around me.

“What should we do with it?” A growl. “Destroy it. It was here to kill us… I know their kind.” A ruffling of fur. “Volk, that is very un-honorable. You know that all those who shall become deceased deserve a fighting chance. ” Another growl, and a squeaking yelp. “Humans deserve the worst,” A muffled sigh.
“But you’re right.”

My eyes twitched as I began to fade out of my heavy dreaming state. “Daddy! Daddy! It’s up!” The soprano voice screeched in my ears. I stumbled back, and jumped to my feet. A strange creature was biting at my ankles. It looked like a wolf, but the fur was blue, and it had a little red cloth covering it’s private. Two others were about 5 feet away. It looked like a male, and a female, with the same kind of cloth. Both, again, were blue. The male turned first, giving the female’s hand a quick squeeze. What I hadn’t noticed before was that he had a C shaped axe and that he was walking towards me, ready to swing. “Stop!” I yelled. He laughed menacingly. “What do you want?!” I shrieked, my voice breaking from fear. “Your blood spilled.” He grinned. With my instinct taking over, I kicked the little wolf off, and began to run. “Volk! Volk!” I heard the female wolf scream. She must be trying to communicate with the male wolf chasing after me, as I didn’t see the little one anymore. He ran faster, the blade just short of my neck. I sprawled out of the forest. He stopped at the edge like there was a pet barrier. “Vo-” was all I could get out before panting some more. He glared at me and turned away, back towards the clearing. I’d never seen such an amazing creature before. Terrifying, but beautiful. I stared at the forest a while longer, and then began jogging away; there was a slight chance he would come back, and I wasn’t going to take it.

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Old 06-16-2010, 04:22 PM

I'm not sure if you want crits on the actual work itself, so I'm just going to talk about inspiration.

I get most of my inspiration from other works. Photos, video games, television, novels and comics. Often times it's just a phrase or a single action that makes me want to write. But, for the most part, my inspiration doesn't last very long. I'll get out half a scene or an introspective moment before loosing that indomitable will to write. After that, it becomes perspiration over inspiration. I write because I want to, even though I have no idea what to write about. It becomes a matter of forcing it out, no matter how badly it turns out. It's not usually very good, but it gets done. And as thing progress I can take inspiration from the project itself. There will be parts that I simply power through because I love everything about it, but these parts are intermittent with times when I have to push every last word out because I couldn't care less.
But, for the first draft of something, I really don't mind. First drafts can be edited, rewritten and reworked until I like it. When it's first coming out, I just allow it to be bad so I can get the ideas out, no matter how forced they may or may not be.

When it gets to the point that I simply have no idea what the next sentence should be, I put it down for the day. If I can't think of anything tomorrow, I start playing different music as I write or hunt for pictures on the internet of places that might look a little like the environment the story is in. Sometimes I'll just start writing about scenery or other such things that will probably get edited out in the next draft. If all else fails, I'll just write a note to myself like "TIME LAPSE GOES HERE" or "INSERT TRANSITION SCENE HERE, DOOFUS" and highlight it so I can write it at a later date and just move on for right now.
Anything to keep the story going.

Anyway, that's my two cents. I hope it is useful!

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Old 06-16-2010, 06:43 PM

This happens a lot when you don't take the time to actually plot out your story from beginning to end. Try to sit down and think about what your characters are trying to achieve. If you have an outline to follow, it's a lot harder to trail off into nothing. You have a goal to get to. :)

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Old 06-21-2010, 09:06 PM

I agree: it's okay to write a later scene and simply put [they talk] beforehand, which you might then expand to [they talk about (important plot point that comes up later)].

And planning is helpful, even if you're the type -- like me -- who finds that the story comes in the process of writing. Maybe you just need to write a "shitty first draft" and then revise? When I'm writing essays, sometimes I have five full drafts, as in, I actually start from the beginning again, five times. (Cut and paste is my best friend, though. :) )

As far as your actual draft here -- what kind of story are you trying to write? Who are your characters, what world do they inhabit? Your main character has gotten into a situation, and back out, and now you need to progress to a new situation. Try outlining what conflicts you'd have between your humans and the strange wolves, for instance.

My inspiration, personally, comes from the fun of typing, the need to finish a story, the desire to find out what my subconscious is trying to have happen to the characters. Let that loose, and see what happens.

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Old 09-05-2010, 02:04 AM

Thanks for the help, guys... :D I'm in the 'inspiration mood' to write this again! Thanks a ton!

 


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