Motivate me?

[inkling]

So, i'm writing a Tim/Gavin fanfic. It's long. The longest thing I've written actually. You can see the progress of it in the thingy in my signature. The problem is... I'm feeling unmotivated and stuck. It's hard and its' fairly scary to write because I'm not used to the length, and I have no idea if it's any good, and I'm also just in a horribly bad procrastination time right now. Also it's got a bunch of scenes/themes the likes of which I haven't written before in my life. But I need to at least write drafts so that I can edit to make it better. But for some reason I'm not able to... help...

[timmyrocks]

motivation? Hmmm... how about knowing we all want to read? Does that help lol. Why not watch one of the episodes you havn't seen in AGES... see if it gives you any ideas?

[inkling]

Yeah, I know that people here do want to read... you don't mind if it's a bit dodgy in places?
And yep, I should watch some I haven't seen for ages. Or maybe talk about them all (the characters) more...

[timmyrocks]

How do you mean dodgy? Lol im sure everyone wont mind, im sure they'd just be greatful for brittas'ness. And all the effort your putting into it, Im sure it will be Great!

[Vyra]

Well when i'm stuck I think about it a bit everyday till a solution comes.

Worked for my Nano (which my brother, who is an expert on mythology, said the legends and myth stuff was brilliant!)

[inkling]

well, there'll be some bits that aren't written that well, by ' dodgy' and another 'dodgy' thing is that... if i'm brave enough, there's going to be a sex scene. maybe. And since I've not written one before...

[Vyra]

Well, I always keep re-reading a story after i've finished it. Allows me to correct any weak bits.

Good luck anyway Ink.

[inkling]

oh yeah for sure, i'll be going through it a lot of times.

[evilcolin]

ooh! come on Inkling-you know we're dyyyyyyyyyying to read this! c'mon!

[timmyrocks]

Can you post the first part?

[inkling]

^ It's not edited. I'm making sure the whole story is 'done' before I put it up anywhere. And over half of it isn't even drafted yet...

[timmyrocks]

lol awww ok. I'm just dying to read it. Grammer mistakes don't bother me

[inkling]

It's not grammar mistakes that I edit but more... style. Or even plotlines. Because when writing a later bit I might come up with something new that I want to forshadow early on, so I go back and edit it so that it mentions it.
If i show you guys anything, it'd be... unedited, and will be changed later on, and won't be the same.

[timmyrocks]

LOL! How about just a teaser paragraph?

[inkling]

I can do that. But... since I always do a lot of editing afterwards, it won't be the same once you get the final thing later. And it's no real indication of my writing abilities because like I said, haven't edited.






Okay, here's a teaser piece.





Mrs Brittas hurried up to the front desk. Her hair was messy and her tracksuit was showing definite wear and tear. But she seemed fairly cheerful for once. “Good morning Carol! Is Gordon around anywhere?”
“Yes, I think he’s supervising the pool right now.”
Helen looked relieved. “Oh good.” She moved closer and relaxed leaning on the desk. “How’s it going without Laura?”
“Oh, fine, Mrs Brittas!” Carol continued to knit as she turned to check on one of the twins. Helen couldn’t tell which one it was, in fact she couldn’t even quite remember if they were boys or girls or one of each...
“Well, I guess it’s only early in the day” Helen said, frowning. “Who’s doing her job for her? Is it Colin?”
“No, I am, Helen!” Gordon answered from just behind her, making her jump and clutch her bag closer to her chest.
When she could breathe again, she replied “Are you sure that’s *wise*, Gordon?”
Gordon put his arm around her shoulder suddenly, pulling her off her feet slightly as he drew her into a sideways hug. “Don’t worry my dear! I can handle it you know. You’re such a little worrier aren’t you!” He patted her on the head as he released her. “I’ll be dealing with it all myself today, like I do every day.”
“Yes, that’s what I’m afraid of…” Helen said under her breath as she left, to look for Julie. Julie was sitting at her desk upstairs, outside Gordon’s office, and was filing her nails when Helen came in. Helen looked around as she went through the door. Well, no signs of letter bombs or fires or teenage sons of farmers with their father’s shotguns. At least that was something.







And here's another bit from later on. Remember though please: these are unedited, and they're likely to change when I actually get the first draft done.



The wind whipped at Tim’s cheeks as he speared the most recent piece of litter he saw on the ground. He huddled in his jacket, stabbing papers and pretending each was Mr Brittas’s face. How dare he try to come between them. He was distracted for a few seconds by a bunch of people arriving in minibuses on the other side of the carpark. He recognised a few people from around the place, and therefore assumed that they must be the drama people because they definitely weren’t teenagers. They were too far away for him to go over and say hello, plus he didn’t really feel like being embarrassed right now, with slightly teary eyes and with a litter stabbing stick and a work uniform. He gave up on the litter, not caring that it hadn’t been done properly and there were still pieces floating around and stuck on bushes. He made his way inside to ‘reorder the gym mats’ and then clean the toilets, which were the next things on his list. He scowled. At least doing those things he’d be warm.