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thanks bro. Luckily I found time to write a ton today which is awesome

Yeah goodluck!

Happy for you 😁😁

you all are so sweet

oohh nice!

Y'all I'm so stuck in plot right here and my outline is doing jack shit to help and xmcfnjbejnkem.

take a break from it and watch a movie/read a book/listen to music, it can be really inspirational and relaxing

thanks, Salty, I usually forget the self-care and sit there going "Five more chapterssssssssS"

same lol

I get distracted really easily though (I think I have ADD) and can usually only write like one chapter over the course of a few days lol

Hello! I just through plot ideas around with my partner and sometimes they work out! Sometimes they don't. If you want deep bass notes in your music, I recommend the youtube artists JT. Music, they do all of their songs based of video games. A personal favorite is "Can't be Erased," which is based of Bendy and the Ink Machine.

oh, cool thanks! My writing music is so wildly varied lol. I've got waltzes I've got techno music, I've got… the soundtrack to Shindler's List?? lmao, I love Spirit of Orchestral music on YouTube though he's got some awesome fantasy sounding background music. I also use his stuff for background in my D&D campaign.

Hello! My name is Kaitlyn and I'm a writer. Just looking for fellow authors!

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First of all Kaitlyn nice to meet you. Second: YES I LOVE D&D

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Disclaimer Feel Free To Completely Ignore This Rant
My characters are being teeny tiny little shits rn (and I knoooow that's a terrible excuse and I'm in charge of them and all that) but it's very annoying and I've decided to rant here because y'all get it:
So my girl Naomi has this teapot from her dead parents it's super important to her. And James, her adoptive brother, accidentally broke it while drunk. She obviously loses her mind, he feels really really bad because it was really important to him too they were his parents too. Naomi, however, has a too quick temper and said some really hurtful things along the lines of "they were never your parents." He is really really upset by this and promptly fucks off and stays out all night. It's the next day, James has not come home yet. Naomi is wracked with guilt over saying such awful things to her brother and she's also really hit hard by the loss of the pot because it was the last thing she had of her parents. The problem is IIIIIIDDDDKKKKK what to do next! Like we have a while before we get to the next major plot point and it's just dragging in between.
Any advice?

Maybe have the characters casually run into each other so they can both apologize? Or maybe James is broken up with guilt, gets drunk, does something stupid, and gets hurt and has to go to the hospital, Naomi is his emergency contact so they call her about it? Idk

Ive been spooked
Also I like Saltys idea of getting drunk and getting hurt but if you don't want to injure James you could have him drink way too much and pass out and then someone at the bar uses his phone to call his emergency contact which would be Naomi and she would have to go get him? I tried, im late but i tried (I had to deal with family and stuff so I haven't really been on)

You guys those are both really good ideas thank you! <3 I forgot to mention it's kinda in this "dystopian" if you will future so hospitals and phones are a no lol but I just kinda had him wander home after a day of her marinating in her guilt and anger. I think it reads a little weird but it was the best I could come up with in-universe lol

(this is what I came up with if you don't mind please let me know if it feels weird) The rain had stopped, but gusts of wind moved cold air through the shop as Naomi walked through. A few people watched her and stood in respect. She glanced their way and dipped her head, acknowledging them. Manna looked at them and sighed before whispering to Naomi.
“You’d better go upstairs.”
She climbed the steps in quiet exhaustion. In their room, James lay on his mattress on the floor staring at the wall. She opened her mouth to speak but floundered for the proper words. She quietly crossed the room and sat on her own bed, watching him as he stared into space. The silence inched across the wood floor with the grey light and rattled against the window with the wind. James’s under eyes were deep purple, his lips were tinted red and she couldn’t ignore flecks of dry blood that mingled with his freckles and trickled from his mouth. His hair was wet and the curls were matted to his pale face.
“Where did you go?” She asked so quietly the words hardly escaped her throat. He was silent for a long time, she almost thought he hadn’t heard.
“The pier mostly.” His voice was hoarse.
“Where did you sleep?”
“Dunno” he muttered.
Naomi tried to slow the beating of her heart, tried to hide her alarm. “You know I didn’t mean that. What I said it- I mean, I didn’t mean to-”
“You did though.” He was quiet. “Not on top. But deep down we don’t say things we don’t mean. Not like that.”
“James-”
He was quiet again. Still staring at the same spot on the wall. Naomi wondered if he could hear the cracking of her heart.
“I love you, you know,” he said after a while.
“I love you too.” She turned to look out the window so he wouldn’t see the tears running down the right side of her face.

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aww thank you, you guys