writing help: To all writes out there, what do you do to inspire your self to write when you want to continue something but are not sure how? - Help.com

I’ve already started writing it. I’ve got one chapter. It’s not funny but I guess there is a timy bit of love and hope. I just need a way to focus and get my thoughts together to continue writing.

Nowhere to run around here. Plus it’s getting dark and it’s raining. What I’ve started is fiction. Problem is, I just started writing and didn’t plan or anything. I don’t know what I even want to happen. I know a bit of what I want to happen in the ‘right-here-right-now’ section if you get what I mean.

Ant in a Smokescreen wrote:
The exact same thing is happening to me. I started righting this story about vampires about two months ago. Yeah I haven’t continued for like a month and a half. I am hoping it just comes to me.

Mine’s about werewolves. =P

I’ve got word open in front of me with chapter one on and the heading chapter two. Normally listening to music is what helps me concentate. Because it blocks out all surrounding sounds. However, if the music is too loud I end up singing along in my head so it doesn’t work. Today though, one, I don’t know what to listen too. It can’t be happy or it would screw up the story. Two, I have my music quite loud to try block out the sounds of the tele. So yeah, I was trying to sing along. I tried to get around this by listening to a song I like in German. Not helping much.

If I post the first chapter would you folks try to give some ideas for what can happen later on?

It pretty long. Give me a minute. I need to chance a few words so you know what they are without the site taboo blocking them out. =P

Ah…Lol. I’ll have to put it on in three or four parts other wise it’s too long lol.

Chapter one

Not good. Not good. Definitely not good! I don’t know how I came to be in this mess but here I am. You see, I came here to gather information, but at the minute? I’m currently running very fast and thinking s**t, s**t, s**t over and over again in my head. It doesn’t get much worse than this.
You see, my name is Jez, and I’m a werewolf. I was bitten when I was just seven years old by a really good friend of mind. He was actually my fourteen years old next door neighbour who always took me to the park and bought me ice cream.
I grew up in a home with a sister that hated me, a father who abused me, and a mother who didn’t want me. I was just known as the weird girl who lived in the house at the end of the street and was very strange. I didn’t have any friends. Not in the street, not in school, not anywhere. Life was grey.
Then Charlie moved in next door and my world got a little bit brighter.
Even though he was a lot older than me he could immediately tell that something wasn’t quite right with my family. He could tell I was a stranger in my own home and that I didn’t fit in. He wanted to know why.
About a week after his family settled in next door for good he came out when I was sitting in the garden making daisy chains. I was five at the time. He asked me who I was and how old I was. So of cause I answered, thinking that this might just be my chance to make a friend. Even though I didn’t really know how to make friends.
Things continued like this for about a week and a half. I would come out to play in the garden every afternoon, and he would come and talk to me over the fence. Then suddenly, he asked me if there was a park near by. I told him about the park through the woods. I’d heard about it but I’d never been there. My parents would never think of doing such a thing.
Charlie told me to go ask my parents of I was allowed to go to this park with him. He promised to take me there. So I went inside to fine my father. ‘Daddy?’
‘What do you want?’ That was what I got. He never even looked up from his paper he was writing on.
‘Can I go to the park? With Charlie next door?’
He put his pen down and turned so he was facing me directly. ‘Why would a nice boy like him, want to take someone like you, to the park?’
I didn’t know what to say to that. I didn’t even know myself. Because he was my friend? Was he my friend? I thought he was my friend but how did I know for sure? I stayed silent.
‘Come here.’ My father ordered. I shuffled towards him through the office door. I knew what was coming.

As I got within arms reach of him he reached out and grabbed my arm tight, pulling me to him. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t react. I didn’t do anything but look up at him.
‘You are a lying little rat. You know that? That boy doesn’t like you. He hates you! Everybody hates you. No one likes a worthless little thing like you.’ With that, he flung me against the wall where I fell to the floor gasping for breath. ‘Get out of here. Go where ever you want. I don’t care.’ Then he turned back to his work.
I picked myself up of the floor and walked out of the room, head high. I walked to the front door and looked at it. Daddy had said I could go anywhere. He said he didn’t care. Did that mean I could go the park with Charlie? Charlie. Daddy said Charlie hated me too. Was that true? I’d go to the park on my own.
I opened the door a looked outside. Charlie looked up.
‘Can you come then?’
I froze, and then ran. Down the steps and out of the front gate. I could hear Charlie shouting for me to slow down behind me. I didn’t. I kept running until I reached the forest. Until I tripped over a fallen tree branch.
I fell onto my hand and knees crying and gasping for breath. I heard someone call my name behind me and I looked back. Charlie was running towards me. No! I stumbled to my feet and kept running. I’d never run through the forest before. I was harder than I thought it would be. Everywhere I ran tree branches lashed out at me, slashing through my clothes and cutting my face and arms. It hurt.
I kept running as fast as I could manage until I came to a clearing and sank down to the ground. I was lost, alone, and out of breath. I just sat there panting, and cried.
I don’t know how long I sat there but it wasn’t long before I felt a hand on my shoulder and someone kneeling down beside me. I knew it was Charlie. He just sat there, hand on my shoulder, thumb rubbing in comforting circles. He stayed silent until I started to calm down and my tears subsided. Then he pulled me gently on to his knee and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me, swaying gently and rocking me till I was completely calm. I felt safe in his arms. Why did I though? Why did I feel safe in the arm of someone my father told me hated me?
‘Why?’ I asked. Why being the only word I could seem to manage at that time. Charlie looked down at me, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
‘Why what Jez?’
‘Why,’ I took a deep breath, ‘Why did you talk to me the other week? Why do you act like you care? Why did you ask me to go to the park with you? Why did you follow me when I ran? And why did you follow me out here?’
Charlie brushed my hair out of my face gently and smiled.
‘You’re my friend Jez. I care about you. That’s why I came after you.’

He said he was my friend. I didn’t know what to make of that. Could I believe what he said? Daddy had said he hated me. Had daddy lied? No. Daddy never lied. But what if he did?
I started crying again and buried my face in Charlie’s shoulder. He hugged me closer and whispered comforting words to me, rocking me like he had before. Rocking me until I calmed down.
‘Shh. It’s okay Jez.’ He whispered. ‘Tell me what’s happened. What’s wrong?’
Tell him? How could I? How could I tell what had happened when I went inside to find my father? He pulled me back slightly and looked at my face. My fear at telling him must have showed in my eyes because his eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly the same way they had before. I pulled me back so I was sitting up straight and moved to he was sitting on the floor rather than on his heels. He was now looking up at me ever so slightly. He held my hands tight, but not too tight.
‘Tell me Jez. Tell me what’s wrong. You know you can tell me anything.’
Could I?
I looked down. ‘I can’t…’ I trailed off.
‘You can Jez. Come on, tell me, please.’
I looked back up at him. I could see worry etched on his face. His eyes confirmed it. I had to tell him.
‘Daddy says you hate me, just like everybody does.’ I held my breath, waiting to hear him laugh and tell me it was true.
Charlie did neither. He looked shocked.
‘Hate you? Jez, I don’t hate you. Why would he say that?’
‘He says everyone hates me. That no one would like some one like me.’
Charlie pulled me back towards him and I buried my face his shoulder again.
‘Don’t say that! That’s not true Jez. You’re lovely, lots of people like you.’
Lovely? Me? But my father always said I was horrible. It didn’t make sense.
‘No one likes me Charlie.’ I said as I pulled back from him, stepping out of his grasp. ‘No one. People know me as the weird girl. The strange girl. At school people avoid me. Even the teachers try to stay away. I’m a freak Charlie! A freak with no friends.’
I let the tears fall freely.
Charlie looked at me. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know what.
‘You know it’s true. You think so too.’ I whispered, looking down at my feet. What had I done to deserve this? This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Families were supposed to be happy. Children were supposed to be loved. They were supposed to have friends. They were supposed to have a happy life. I had none of it. I had a family that hated me and nothing about my life was happy.

‘Except Charlie’, a part of my mind whispered. Charlie was my happiness. My only friend. He was the one person I could trust. The person I felt safest around.
I needed Charlie.

Chapter 2

So there you go, there you have it. Chapter one. What do you think?

No no no. He turns her into a werewolf. She doesn’t know he is a werewolf. When it is talking about her past she is five. Charlie turns her whan she is seven. I haven’t got that far yet.

That’s okay Grace. What do you think though?