carrie911 wrote:@Rockpath101
Im really interested in joining, its a lovely idea c:
Haha mmkay, I just made it. I'll PM you the link. If anyone else wants it then just PM me!~ C:
carrie911 wrote:@Rockpath101
Im really interested in joining, its a lovely idea c:
Wildmagic_warrior wrote:ℑʜᴇ ℬᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ℛᴏsᴇ wrote:I say go reply to role-plays. brain says lolnope, your tummy is going to hurt and you're going to be distracted D:
And there's no muse... How does everybody else deal with low muse? I refuse to say WB >.>
I hate hate hate using writer's block as an excuse. It just seems like a cop out, and most of the time I don't actually have writer's block.
What I do is take a second to find out what's actually wrong- am I hungry? Thirsty? Do I need to use the bathroom? Is it too hot in my room? Too cold? Sometimes I'm just too tired to write.
When that happens, it's okay to take a break from your roleplaying. Make sure you take care of yourself first, and then your muse will come back to you.
mint. wrote:Wildmagic_warrior wrote:ℑʜᴇ ℬᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ℛᴏsᴇ wrote:I say go reply to role-plays. brain says lolnope, your tummy is going to hurt and you're going to be distracted D:
And there's no muse... How does everybody else deal with low muse? I refuse to say WB >.>
I hate hate hate using writer's block as an excuse. It just seems like a cop out, and most of the time I don't actually have writer's block.
What I do is take a second to find out what's actually wrong- am I hungry? Thirsty? Do I need to use the bathroom? Is it too hot in my room? Too cold? Sometimes I'm just too tired to write.
When that happens, it's okay to take a break from your roleplaying. Make sure you take care of yourself first, and then your muse will come back to you.
Agreed. Take a walk outside, or do something enjoyable. Take your mind off of things for a while usually helps me. Or talking about what I should write...
anonymous. wrote:M c K a yFemale
Seventeen
Werewolf
Subordinate
Tags; ZaydenShe grinned at him, glancing over. Her hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, comfortable with her driving. She was only going a little bit over the speed limit, like literally, not even five over. She was very comfortable when it came to cars. In fact, McKay had always loved road trips, especially when she was little and her family was whole. Her and her brother would often get into fights in the backseat, but then eventually make up and sing tunelessly along to old rock songs their parents played, being little kids. McKay smiled at the memory. If only you could turn back time. She pushed the briefly sad thought away. There was no using feeling sad about what had happened to her family. What was done was done.
"Oh god, this album."McKay smacked her head with her free hand. Old road trips and beach vacations, the meories came out. She shook her head. "When I was in like, sixth grade or something, we had to do this stupid native american legend play at the end of the year. I have hated the song 'Here Comes the Sun' ever since." She informed him, grinning. It was true, after about a hundred rehersals and singing lessons on that song, McKay had vowed never to listen to it of her own free will again. It was like when you find your new favorite song and play it over and over again until you hate it. Except McKay had never even liked that song.
Pulling closer to town, McKay slowed down, and was more concentrated on the road. There were more cars and people. Yet she managed to raise an eyebrow and shoot an incredulous glance at Zayden as he acted like a total moron, pretending to be brittish, or whatever that accent was supposed to be. But she couldn't help it, the boy brought a smile to her usually pouty and sullen face. "Zayden," She said, pulling into a parking lot only about a block or two away from the record store. "Promise me you will never try to pull an austrailian accent off." She twisted her body to face him, her car parked but still running. She shook her head, smiling. If his english accent sounded like that, she definitely did not want to hear his austrailian accent. Especially since she had grown up there, and though didn't have an accent herself, could mimick it to perfection. She winked, letting him know she was only messing around.
"Ready?" She asked him, one hand on the key to turn the engine off, the other on the car door handle. She had a feeling this day was going to be interesting. And capture a lot of memories. Not that it mattered, of course. Seeing as once she became wolf, she'd never remember any of this. For the first time since becoming wolf, the idea of losing a memory saddened her, and she had no clue why. Usually, McKay was happy to shed her skin and delve into happy, forgetful bliss. Huh. Maybe her therapist wasn't a total moron after all. People could help. And McKay could change. Maybe. Just maybe. She wasn't sure she was used to that idea yet.
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