It's a simple one, but Goshhhhh did I worry about the pain.
And it was like, super comfy pain level. Honestly. Maybe I had too many bad experiences in life (and I did), many of them involving horrible pain levels, but really...
Like, every time I have to do a lab exam, the nurses can't take my blood easily. They fumble, they insert the needle like 7 times, and with the needle inside my skin they move it like it's a Carnaval of sorts.
That's waaaay more painful than tattoos.
The last time I cut my hair? The guy cleaned my hair with so much force I ended up crying my balls out. The pain level that time was like, 20 times worse than getting a tattoo.
What I did? I saw someone get inked first, saw how it was handled, got some music going in my phone, and sat for it. It was really peaceful! (I say this to all autistics out there fearing the processs like I once feared it...)
Sooooo... yeah. I'm already planning my next tattoo. :)
Can't believe there's actually a finished version of the game! I'm so happy. Thank you so much.
@cookies-hetaoni thanks for your hard work on this, we had a blast
Today I got 200 words written down.
And they were ~the best words~ I've written so far.
(The scene isn't even ready...)
~just a little patience~
I knew this fic would take time, and it'd probably only be ready near August, but it always surprises me... the amount of work one actually has to do to write like, 100.000 words??
I love every damn second of it, anyway.
Give your book time.
This is the best advice I can give, really.
With just a few days of... not working on my book, at all, and doing other writing stuff, one character changed and became completely different than what I was going for at the beginning.
Frankly, it's WAY better.
I think I'm also grasping now my main character's feelings and actions, too. At another update, I said she read as this foolish girl that I was beginning to hate with passion. Now, I think she's found her footing at last, and the dialogue I'm tentatively putting out makes more sense, feels more in character with her.
Dance like crazy to your book/fic playlist (while obsessively thinking about your characters and your plots)
Just live and breathe (it can do wonders)
Read the whole book/fic again (and the notes)
Talk to a friend about where you're stuck
Think outside the box. You do it when you stop trying to fit your book/fic into your first expectations of it (my first concept of this entry was about three ways to find new ideas, but as I wrote, more stuff came out! Embrace ~the new stuff~)
Pet an animal
Have a proper meal
Do something good that you used to do when you were a child
Read your fav books/fics again (or watch movies, series, you got the idea)
Accept the unknown. You'll always lack, you'll always struggle. When stuff gets really shitty, accept that sometimes you can only write a phrase. But try anyway. It's the small victories that win out, in the end.
HOW I ABSOLUTELY LOVE WRITING!
I've been spending what time I could spare fleshing out chapters 57+. I ended up having to add a 700-words-long chapter as chapter 58 due to some emotional milestones that didn't feel earned enough. And I ended up with the best lines in the whole book? Somehow? I had to write it like, 3 times. First it was all about a robbery, then I just didn't want to write anything on robbery anymore, then I started writing a whole different chapter. A bit difficult, but I managed.
Now I'm having a blast with chapter 59. It was mostly written already (I said that I finished the first draft in another update), but I had so much fun adding these little silly details. I still need to change two flirty lines that aren't strong enough... but that's what the 5th revision is, right? RIGHT???!!!!
I'm still working on chapter 59, and I think I can manage 40 too today. Only, 40 is soooo complex (on a planning perspective) I don't know how long it will take.
Well, sometimes I surprise myself and it takes like, 5 hours.
Other times, 5 days.
Just normal F me.
I was just remembering 'the old days'. 'My days'.
I'm so oooooooooooooooold.
Me, my parents and a cheap car.
No air conditioning, the warmest summer ever known.
Beatles rocking through the radio nonstop.
Beetles rocking through the windshield with a ton of their insect friends as well. (For some reason, those insects just disappeared nowadays...)
Coming back home to... sit down and read a book? Cuz no internet, babe. Not even a mp3 player at the time.
(I confess, I'd just stare at the ceiling, wishing it'd swallow me whole.)
Tumblr is god-given, I'm telling ya.
I talked to a friend today and it REALLY helped.
We spent like half an hour discussing the plot and I ended up deciding on a few things after our conversation. Also, she made a curious request: that I repeat a phrase or an emotion in certain specific moments (I can't talk about what those moments are, big spoiler...). I think it made me stumble into some hidden treasure, but what this treasure is, I'm yet to know...
My ideas always go like this:
Oah, cool, fine, that shows promise
Nah scratch that, something better came up
Wow another new idea, this one actually makes 1 and 2 make sense
mindblowing
omg I'm weeping, EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW
Over and over again, project after project
You just need to give it... time. No really, time and eat proper food
I've been writing since I was 6 years old. As in, actually trying to finish a book.
I never could.
Until one day, years ago, I finished one.
It was all about old Brazilian tales. Awesome stuff, right?
Well, I managed to make the worst job possible ever uper duper no.
It taught me ~so much~
And it made me see that your first book, most of the time, really will be trash.
If yours wasn't, more power to you. But mine certainly was
Maybe one day I'll go over it again and rewrite every little damn thing.
But the overall lesson?
I suck at writing in Portuguese.
My other language, Spanish, well... a complete disaster (don't even ask).
And English? Ok, I can have bad wording and a ton of mistakes and such, but I do find it way more fun to write. I think it does have something to do with the fact that I've been using more English than any other language since 2011, I think. As in, I didn't read a single fiction book (for leisure) in another language since 2010.
(I admit I struggle to read good fiction books in Portuguese now.)
What does that make me? A language nomad? A freak accident? Both of those things?
Welcome! 🗝☕🕰📜🎞🖋️ I'm a Brazilian disabled author. Instagram @fred.wendelin
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