This Challenge comes at a good time because I'm not persay had writers block today but I have simply felt very unmotivated and need reminding of how to motivate myself again and beat writers block when it reers it's ugly head again and hopefully my tips will help someone too...

1) Listen to music

Yes I know it's clique to say I use music to beat writers block but it works I love many different kinds of music but the kinds I like to listen to to help beat writers block the Star Wars soundtrack, the How To Train Your Dragon soundtrack the Witcher Soundtrack very random I know but they work.

2) Read a Book in the genre I'm writing in

Another clique I know but like the above it works it helps me to familiarise myself with good pacing, story structure and characters and character development and it allows my brain to relax so I can think straight.

3) I work on another writing project

I typically work on like three of four writing projects at once so when I'm having trouble with one I usually go onto another.

4) I Go Outside

I like to go outside and sit in the sun, go for a walk or a swim and clear my head and have a change of scenery.

5) I listen to a podcast

I especially love listening to book and true crime podcasts it gives me the chance to think about something else.

6) I watch movie trailers

I have no idea why this works but it does some trailers I like to watch are The Batman (2022) Dune (2020), The French Dispatch (2021) and some fan-made Skywalker saga trailers.

7) I re-watch favorioute movie scenes

I love re-watching my favorioute movie scenes the ending of Titanic, the ending of Return of The Jedi, the final battle of Avengers: Endgame and the end to Frozen 2.

8) I watch Authortube video's

Watching other's write and be productive encourages me to be creative and productive.

@Oceanelsie

You love and admire the work of JRR Tolkien and The Hobbit is one of your favrioute books of all time.

Most of what you read is fantasy.

You just turned eighteen.

You were born on the first anniversery of 9/11.

You are very close with your family especially your mother and father.

Although your father isnt really your father in the biological sense you see and love him as your real father and he sees and loves you as his real daughter.

You dont have a relationship with your bilogical father.

You have three half younger brothers but you consider them to be your full brothers.

In writing terms you are a planner but once you start you become a panser in the sense that you plan out what your going to write and then never stick to that plan.

You are a christian, your relationship with God is very important to you and you fall under the dinomination of Baptist.

You love listening to music and you enjoy playing the piano.

You love coffee and have a slight if not major addiction to it.

You wear contact lenses.

You have a necklace with a metal charm that you always wear.

You go to University where you are in your Freshman year and are planning to study either Journalism or phycology.

@Shadows

Disclaimer: If any of these assumptions are so off that they are borderline offensive I am very sorry for that but I have been told that I'm good at reading people so...

You are very introverted but impatient and quick-tempered.

You are in a committed relationship with a man whom you love very much and who makes you feel safe and loved.

Most of what you read is fantasy, poetry, historical fiction and non-fiction books on history, art and the history of art.

You love the Percy Jackson books but hate the movies.

You love Harry Potter but hate JK Rowling. Your Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw because you are clever and you like learning.

You don't drink alcohol partly because you don't like the taste of it and partly because you have seen what drinking too much can do to someone.

You don't have a very good relationship with your family, especially your father.

You live in America in the South but are of Welsh, Scottish or Irish heritage.

You are a big supporter of the LGBTQ+ community.

You are a Christian and your relationship with God is very important to you but you do not fall under a particular denomination because it is to your belief that the church has painted a false picture of God and Christ.

In school, you took French as your second language.

You love studying art and the history of art.

You are over eighteen and are in University where you study either Art History or some kind of Literature or you do a combination of the two. You enjoy your studies very much and are good at them.

As for your physical appearance, I think that you are either not too short or not too tall either one inch above the average height or one inch below. You are thin. You have black/ dark brown hair and brown eyes.

Was there something I could have said to you that would have made you stay?

Was there something I could have said that to you that would have made you love me again?

Was there something I could have said that would have left my not in a thousand pieces?

Was there something I could have said that would have made me believe that you were'nt worth the tears?

Was there something I could have done to myself to make me believe that what you did was right for both of us?

Was there something I could have said to myself to make me believe that we were better off apart?

You're gone but your on my mind.

You passed long ago but you're still haunting my thoughts.

Your six feet under but I can still feel your presence.

You'v been gone for so long and yet,

I still catch whiffs of the colone you once wore,

there is still a shape of you in the matress of your side of the bed,

there's still a whole in my heart where you once were.

You're gone but you're on my mind and I wish you were'nt because everytime you cross my thoughts I am brought back to the night you died and I am filled with all the dread and grief in the world.

@PaperbackFish

Quarantine, it's been, well it was there. For some, it was long and boring and dreadful. For others, it was joyful and not long enough. During quarantine, I lived between three worlds...

My first is the outside world where people are either dying or losing loved ones left, right and centre. Where poverty is worsening. Where people are loosing their jobs and their livelihoods. Where the pandemic prevails and is ruining the world at all chance it gets.

It is dark and morbid and almost dystopian. I chose to spend as little time in this world as humanly possible.

My second is warm and safe and comes in the comfort of my own home. Where I read and write and bake. Where I laugh and talk with all those I love. Where I can learn anything and everything without it being a bore. Where I don't have to change out of my pj's, or do my hair or even get out of bed because I have no one to be or anyone to see. Where I can sit on the couch all day eating chips and drinking coke and all the things that I shouldn't be eating. Where I am able to do nothing but read books all day. Where every day is a lazy day and that is absolutely okay. A world where all I have is time, time to do all the things that I enjoy but have no time to do when the world is not in a pandemic.

My third is not like any of my others and most may call it fictional but what matters is that it's real to me. It's a world I find in books, films and my own imagination. A world of magic, witches, wizards, dragons, faes and warriors. A world of action, adventure, of heroes and villains, of friendships and relationships. A world of all the maybes, and could be and have-beens.

My only regret about my third world is that it is fiction and eventually no matter how hard I try I must leave that world and those people and those adventures have to end and I have to go back to reality...

They turned you into something you weren't.

They made you try to murder your nephew because he felt a pull to the dark.

But you would have never done that.

You would have loved him back to the light like you did your father.

They made you abandon everybody you've ever loved.

But you would have never done that.

You would never have left,

Your sister who defended you.

Your best friend who saved your life more than once.

Your students who looked up to you.

Your friends who fought alongside you.

You were patient

And they made you ill-tempered.

They made you leave the order and say that it needed to end.

But you would have never done that.

It was you who did all you could to save it.

It was you who strove to rebuild it.

You were always an optimist

And they made you a pessimist.

They made you run and hide away when a new challenge came.

As soon as you tripped up you backed down.

But you would never have done that.

You would have dusted yourself off and gone on.

You were strong

And they made you weak.

They made you into everything you weren't.

You left everyone you're loved ones to the mercy of the dark.

You let your nephew become consumed by hatred and pain.

You abandoned the weak and helpless.

You were sworn to protect them.

It was your duty and your honour and you left it like it was nothing.

You were a hero

and they made you into a coward.

You would never run away from the fight for what is right.

You would have fought like a hero

And if it came to it

Died like a hero

Like your father and mentor before you.

That was the you who we once knew.

Everybody makes a huge deal about trying to figure out whether it is love or not.

To be or not to be they say.

But when it is love you'll know it, it's not a feeling that creeps up on you gradually it hits you all at once like a hurricane.

You know it's love when they're the first thing you think of when you wake up and the last thing you think of before you go to bed.

You know it's love when they're the first person you go to when you have good news and they're the first person you go to when you want to cry.

You know it's love when you can't remember how you lived before you met them and you can't imagine how you would live without them.

You were a fighter

And you fought for as long as you could.

When you lay in the hospital,

hooked up to machines,

hardly awake

Barely breathing

I wanted you to know that I loved you...

I loved you like Rose DeWitt-Bukater loved Jack Dawson.

I loved you like Leia Organa loved Han Solo.

I loved you like Anne Shirley-Cuthberg loved Gilbert Blythe.

I loved you like Hazel Grace Lancaster loved Augustus Waters.

I loved like Elizabeth Bennet loved Mr Darcy.

I know you loved me

and I loved, no love you,

People may pass but love never dies.

I went back to him today but when I saw him my heart didn’t jump for joy, my face didn’t light up the way his did.

It made no sense. He was everything I had ever wanted in a husband,

Intelligent and Interesting

Loyal and Honest

Kind and Caring

Handsome

Sensitive and Loving

I had always loved him but I wasn’t in love with him. There was no spark. Looking back I don’t think that it was ever there, maybe I just convinced myself that it was because on paper we were meant to be, but love doesn’t follow an algorithm.