any help??
 

i'ma writer in the making....


the problem is i always get writer's block...


can anyone either give me tips or any ideas for my future novel???


i'd greatly appreciate it..

ty
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TR

well what is your novel on???

well im basing the story on a girl who has a bad background...

she lives with a brother and abusive mother, her sister killed herself (when the main character was 13) her friend dies in a car crash and her best friend moved away due to his mother and father dying away at war...she wants love and to be famous

and the next thing i'm working on is her brother dying....

basically a messed up story...
and i write as i go so i guess thts one of my problems...

i write as i go too... but my friends at school always act in some weird way that gives me insperation...i mean u could just take a break for a while and when something pops into ur head u could write it down and than keep adding to the list so when u have that list u could pick out the ones u wanna make the most important and base most of it on those ideas...or something like that

thts a good idea..


no the weird thing is i'm basing off a series of DREAMS i've had in the past...i'm adding, taking away, and changing a few things,but the way i told my friends the dreams they seemed to like it...

dreams.... thats really cool.. i don't sleep enough to dream... but thats really cool

sleep is one of the main things i do...

oh btw...i can post the first couple of chapters if you want more detail on what i'm working on...

yea that would be cool to read the first few chapters...

okies....


you can critique it...i don't mind critisism...

and srry if it's rambly...i tend to ramble..

lol thats ok

I say you...... Find a Rhyming dictionary lol...

Or, actually.. If you dont mind.. Find someone elses story, and tweak it 6,000 times over to your own... So dont plagarise... but be inspired by their ideas.

“So call me tonight”, said my best friend of four years Amy Newhabe,”maybe later we can go shopping.” She continued as she scrambled through her locker. “Can’t”,
I replied,” I have practice. Remember? It’s Friday, we always practice on Friday.” She knew that I had band rehearsal; she was just let’s say ‘protective’ over me. Seeing how I was the youngest of the both of us, I guess she felt like my older sister. “Gosh, Sarah I don’t see why you joined that group anyway. You ain’t gonna get anywhere with them, you’re too talented. “She also didn’t like the fact that I had to spend more time with them than her, but now that my band was starting to get recognition I wasn’t gonna pass up my chances of stardom. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment, but they’re my friends and I’d be happy if you’d support me.” I hated it when she rambled on about how they were the ones that were dragging my career down. “Oh, I support you. I just think you can do better.”
“Amy, I’m fine with my band. The fact that we are getting noticed should make you jump for joy. I know that’s what it did to me.” It always baffled me how someone could be so jealous of another person’s success the way she was jealous of me. Though she never said it, I knew she was.

A few minutes later the bell for class rang. I slammed my locker and ran down the hall. My teacher stood anxiously outside the classroom. I couldn’t really tell, but I think he was waiting for me. As if he knew I would be late. Then again I was late just about everyday.

Mr. Cortan, he was my biology teacher. He was a tall, broad, rounded man. His head was as shiny as a new penny (he had hair but very little), he was always well groomed, and from what hair he did have on his head and face was I’d stay a strawberry blonde color. Everyone in class called him ‘Mr.C’, and we all thought he was a pro wrestler in a former life. He was rumored to have slammed some poor kid against a locker because they had gotten into an argument. Above all of that he was cool though. He was always the kind of guy who could take a joke and deal it back.

Each and every day we’d crack jokes and just laugh at him. I’d wait for the perfect moment to sneak a gut busting joke and I always managed. Today’s practical joke was the usual, a portrait of him on his board. The drawing always seemed to make people pee themselves. It was just a simple stick drawing with the same broad shoulders and thinning hair, but he was a super hero ‘Super Canadian’. He had a side kick named ‘Bullwinkle’. I got my laugh out and Mr. C just laughed too.

At 2:45 the last bell rang and everyone rushed out of their classes, to their lockers, and then to their modes of transportation. As I was getting my books out of my locker I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to find Amy hovering over me. I shut my locker, and got my bag up to follow her out. As we were walking I turned to her and said.” Amy, have you noticed the whole time we’ve been here nothing has changed. Four years, and not one change the whole time. I mean nothing more than a fight or drugs here and there, our school is boring.” She gave me a look that signaled she understood what I was talking about. When we reached the door she stopped and said, “Yeah, just think in a week we will graduate and be outta here for good. I don’t know about you but I’m leaving, I’m not going to spend my life here. I’m gonna make it big! Like Marilyn Monroe but without JFK and the drugs.” This time I gave her the understanding look. “Shit! It’s raining! Sarah my hair is gonna be ruined!” I just rolled my eyes at this.
“Suck it up and just run to your car.” I told her. So she opened the door and ran as I ran beside her.

I opened my car door and got in. I sat there for a second and let the smell of cigarettes filled my nostrils. I dug my keys out of my purse, cranked the car up, and drove off.

It didn’t take long for the rain to become heavy and beat the windshield of my car. I began to worry about Amy. She was a sweet girl, but she drove horribly. In our sophomore year she totaled two of her dad’s cars, and was lucky to get out of both of them alive. I put the thought out of my mind and turned on the radio.
Chapter 2
After about fifteen minutes I pulled into my band mate’s, Katie, yard. I saw her lawn was also accompanied by the wrecked up pieces of shit cars owned by my other three band mate’s Jamie, Bryon, and Chris owned. Let me explain, besides Katie and myself the others are complete and total slackers. They think they own the world just because they actually know how to play. Jamie is on guitar, Bryon is our bassist, Chris is on lead guitar, Katie is on drums and last but not least me. I’m lead vocals, in the other band I had I did vocals and lead guitar but they were just complete assholes. They never listened to me, and the only real reason Amy liked that group was she got to get in the drummer’s pants. As soon as I dropped them she didn’t talk to me for almost a month. I didn’t really care because I have a lot of friends and she was mad at me for a stupid reason. Bryon and Chris are just two total goofballs who follow me everywhere I go. They are cute but I’m not interested in them. The last band mate I dated ended up a disaster. Jamie has his own lover. She’s nice but she’s all wrong for him, but hey it’s none of my business who he is with. Katie has a companion as well, Andrew. He’s a nice guy and they are real sweet together. Me, well I was single and I had my sights on one guy but he got a girl before I could tell him how I felt.

I walked in the door to find them Jamie and Chris staring into the tv watching the news. I didn’t really hear much but what I did hear was that southern Florida would be getting flash floods. This really didn’t bother me since we lived in Georgia. I smacked Jamie on the back of the head and asked, “Where’s everyone else?” He looked up and rubbed his head. “Ms. Denamere came home and took those two to get all of us some food.” I sighed and sat down next to Chris. He smiled at me and waved so I waved back. “Hi Sarah! How was your day today?” he asked in an awfully creepy yet cheery sound. “Hi Chris, my day was ok. How was your day?” He looked at the floor then back at me. “It was ok; I almost got fired today because my boss thought I had pot in my truck. He called the cops and they searched me, they still didn’t find my stash!” He started laughing. I just rolled my eyes and turned my attention toward the tv.

Ten minutes later the others pulled up and walked in. They were carrying so much food that they could’ve solved world hunger. Ms. Denamere handed me a bag of Mc Donald’s and told me to pick whatever from the bag.

After everyone was done eating we headed to Katie’s garage and set up for practice. We set up and I told everyone to play our demo for the show next week. We were in a contest and got second place and they guy who ran the club told us he wanted us to play for him next week in the finals. If we won we’d get to go to Atlanta, GA and talk to record executives and play for them. No one had any idea how badly I wanted to win. If it meant getting my songs out to people all over the world, I was going to do it. I waited for my cue in and began to sing the words to my song.
“Choose…if you can’t I’ll choose for you. If you want me decide. It’s my turn to shine it’s my night to show you who I am.”

When we were done I looked at my watch. It was 7:30! My mom was going to kill me. I quickly grabbed my phone and called her.
“Mom, yeah practice ran late Ms. Denamere took us out to eat. I’m sorry I didn’t call, I didn’t know it was so late.” There was a long pause on the other end. Finally she said, “OK hun but hurry up. The news says it’s gonna get real nasty soon.” She hung up; I stood there staring at my phone as if that woman wasn’t my mother. If that was my mother she wouldn’t care what excuse I had. Either way even if I was dying she’d beat me anyway for making her ‘worry’. I hurried into my car and rushed off.

On my way home I saw this store, I’d never seen it before so I wanted to check it out. It wasn’t a big place really. It had big wide glass windows and posters from older bands filled them. I looked above me and the sign said ‘Speaker Rape’, a wonderful name for a place. I decided to call my mom and tell her that my car had broken down and I needed to change the tire. She just sighed and said, “Ok Sarah but hurry it’s really starting to pour down out there.” and hung up. I tucked the phone into my pocket and walked inside.

ty..

tht's not bad either...

im desparate for ideas anyway...so i did do tht to one book i took a bit and tweaked it...so yeah....

oh btw..thts part of it...i'ma post the second part in a sec cuz it was too long for the thing..

I found my self in paradise they had everything from Janis Joplin to My Chemical Romance to Death Cab for Cutie to Black Label Society. Amidst all the bliss I began to hear a familiar voice. I heard something…it was calling my name. I stood still, I thought it was just my imagination but it wasn’t. Then I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I turned around to find my very best friend Patrick. I knew him way before I knew Amy. We went way back, knowing each other since kindergarten. “Oh my God where did you come from?” I just about screeched at him.

Before I knew it I threw myself onto him. His parents were military, and they were sent off in combat, and the war was over. They were checking building when a bomb went off. They were both killed in the explosion. Patrick was forced to move in with his aunt in Ohio right before we started junior high. “Yeah I know it’s been forever! So how have you been?” Still stunned that it was really him, I just smiled and said, “I’ve been good. I got a new band, and we are actually getting noticed.” He started to laugh. “Small world huh? I got a band as well. We haven’t really made it big but we are getting there.”

“Wow! You weren’t kidding when you said it’s a small world. So tell me about your band? And what are you doing down here?”
“We wanted to tour some parts of the US, and a band mate of mine wanted to meet you. I showed him the picture you sent me last year. He went all google eyed over it and that’s one reason why we are here. I told him I didn’t know if you still lived down here, but he didn’t care. So, here we are.” We gabbed for a little bit and I told him about my band, about what the family was up to, and how the band might get to go to Atlanta to talk to record executives. He told me about a few of his band’s mishaps and how they were thrown out of a bar because some guy started a fight with them. We talked for about thirty minutes until he asked me what I was planning on doing tomorrow. “Nothing really, I was gonna see what a few friends were doing and maybe we could go hang out.”
“Well me and the guys are gonna hit the mall and just shop around. See if you can join us.”
“Ok. I’ll do that, and you can call me in the morning to get me up.” I took out an old receipt and a pen from my jacket and scribbled my cell number on it. I handed it to him and hugged him one last time before walking out the door.

I arrived home a little while after I ran into Patrick. I saw my mother passed out on the couch as usual with a bottle of Jack clenched in her fist. I’ll explain my mother is an alcoholic. She wasn’t always like that though, only after my dad died of cancer. She blamed everyone even me although I was only six when he died. She even blamed my older brother Matthew and older sister Chassidy. She’d go out every night and wouldn’t come home for a long time. Chassidy had to take care of us, and it always seemed like mom never cared about us. It was like she was a ghost. We never saw her and when we did she never acknowledged we were there. Chassidy was forced to get a job to support me and Matt. There was too much pressure put on her shoulders. I guess that’s why she did what she did.

One day when I was thirteen, I came home from school one day to find no one was home, house a mess, all of the doors closed, and the smell of sulfur filled the air. The smell was so thick you could get lost in it. I was so confused; Chassidy was always home before me. I was worried because if she had an appointment we’d know. I called her name several times, but there was no answer. There was a deathly silence that also filled the house, and it surrounded me like a dark shadow. I walked upstairs, to my room and I found a letter on my bed. I opened it and it said,

“Sarah, listen to Matt and never give up your dreams. Don’t follow me. Lead your own life and never let people tell you how to be you. Try to help out mom even if she doesn’t want help. I’m so sorry I let you down.
I love you so much, Chassidy.”

I didn’t understand this because Chassidy was always a wonderful person. She always took good care of me and Matt. I went to her room to ask her why she wrote it. When I reached her door, there was a terrible smell coming out of it and the sound of My Chemical Romance’s “Cancer”. I opened the door, and I just stood in shock. There before my eyes I saw my beautiful sister lying on her bed, a hole in her head and a pistol in her hand. I just dropped to the floor and cried.

When Matt got home he found me sitting in the bathtub with my knees under my chin, and my eyeliner running. “What’s the matter squirt?” he asked me. All I could do was point to Chassidy’s room. He walked to the door and froze, his face turned as white as Chassidy’s face, and as horrified as mine.

After Chassidy’s funeral mom became even worse. This time if we crossed her at the wrong time she’d beat us without mercy. She broke Matt’s ribs with a wooden chair. She broke my thigh bone and burned me with a cigarette. She’s thrown beer bottles, knives; she’s threatened to beat Matt to death. After all that we never told anyone about it, because we both knew we’d be taken away and might not ever get to see each other again.

I remember every night after Chassidy died I’d sneak out and go see Patrick. He’d fix me up and he even took me to the hospital regardless of the fact that he couldn’t drive yet. When she didn’t beat me we’d just sit on his roof and talk about what we planned to do to get out of town. But all of that was shattered when he moved.

I walked upstairs and found Matt playing his guitar on his bed. He heard me knock on his door and just smiled. “Hey squirt, how’d practice go?” He still felt like calling me squirt even though I was almost eighteen. “Hey Matty, everything went cool. Oh! Guess who I ran into today.” He looked puzzled. “Patrick. You remember him right?” He nodded, Matt never really trusted Patrick. I think it was because he felt threatened by the way I felt about him. It was either that or he thought he wanted to get in my pants. If Pat wanted to he probably could’ve, I was so messed up when I was younger. I had no one to turn to, no one to trust besides Matt who was always working and never had time to talk or was so tired he passed out as soon as he walked into his room. Regardless of all that happened Pat never took advantage of me. He never liked me as more than a friend. Although we did date at one time we just decided that it wouldn’t work because we were too much like brother and sister. “That’s cool. Hey listen mom is trying to clean up so if she seems weird or anything, you know why.”
“That explains why she sounded so much like a mom today.” He laughed. I went over to him and hugged him and said my good nights.

I went into my room and changed into my jammies. I took off my make-up and went to bed.

well thats really good i must say... better than some i have read including mine

ty...

i was told i ramble a lot so...i thought i mighta done tht in the book...