before i disappear under mysterious circumstances whos gonna admit they have a crush on me
I know that my terrible thoughts are probably just a part of my OCD but part of me feels like I’m just blaming my bad thoughts on OCD to cover up that I’m a terrible person. Of course these self doubting thoughts are probably also part of the OCD but that knowing that doesn’t stop me from feeling that way.
What she says: I’m fine
What she means: I hate the fact that obsessive compulsive disorder is characterized in media as an obsession with neatness, not only because it is an inaccurate portrayal of the disorder, but also because it actively excludes obsessive compulsive people with hoarding tendencies who may never realize that hoarding is an OCD tendency as a direct result of this.
Me: I believe in science and reason and I think it’s important to question things
Also me: I could get this disease just by thinking about it
Me, everyday: Wow that was such a dumb thing to worry about! None of the ‘evidence’ that the thing I’m worried about is true actually means anything! Wow wow cannot belive I’ve spent years of anxiety worrying about this thing lol!
All of my triggers: ……:)
My own intrusive thoughts: ……:)
Me, approximately 10 minutes later, anxiety increasing rapidly: Okay, lets think about this for several more hours, maybe i missed something.
Me: haha I’m okay I don’t have OCD my diagnosis was a lie, I’m just faking it
Also me: *obsessing over everything, and dealing with crippling intrusive thoughts and rituals that take up practically every second of my life*
Me, crying: haha just faking it- must be faking it
Do you ever just go wow I have a lot of repressed anger
Now You’ve Got Your Fucking Motivation - Use it
If you haven’t found your fucking motivation find it right now
If you have, well-fucking-done my dudes; all you have to do now is get off your fucking arses and use it! Here’s what you can do with it;
- Plan a great fucking Novel - that idea that won’t stop bugging the shit out of you? Write it down and beat the motherfucker into submission so you can get a good nights sleep. It deserves it for keeping you awake.
- Write a fucktastic Fanfiction - a fucking good story, or a literal NSFW fuckfest? That’s up to you! Why not both?
- Write a chapter of your fucking WIP - that fucking thing has been clogging your notebooks, conversations, and hard-drive for too long. Get it done, son.
- Fucking educate yourself - the world is fucking full of mind-blowingly fucking awesome books that can help you be a better fucking writer, editor, or all round person. Fucking study them.
- Proofread your fucking work - just…. please.
- Give your fellow authors a fucking boost - sometimes even motivation can’t get us to write, because writers are fucking useless like that and getting them to do the one thing they’re named for can be like herding cats through a swamp of catnip and dobermans SO if you can’t write even when you have motivation then help your fellow fucking writers who ARE writing and give them feedback, love, and, if you’re close enough, fucking cake, OKAY?
- Clean your fucking Living/Work Space - I know, i know I’m not your fucking mother, right? But here we, here we, here we fucking go; clean your fucking work space and sleep space if you can’t quite write, because you know what? Clean sheets don’t solve everything, but they’re much nicer to get off in, and a clean fucking work space will minimise distractions. Unless you’re on fucking TUMBLR.
- Write a fucking journal entry - write down three fucking things you like about yourself or your WIP. Fucking now. I know you’re not doing anything else anyway.
Finding Some Fucking Motivation
And if you already found it - here’s what to fucking do with it!
If you’re a writer then you’ll know that motivation is a fickle motherfucking beast that will immediately abandon you if you even fucking think about taking it for granted.
With that in mind here are some great fucking ways to boost the fuck out of your motivation!
- Make a kick-ass playlist; gather the shit out of the music that makes your heart pound and slam it into a fucking playlist and hammer that shit until you finish your draft.
- Do some fucking exercise; right, arseholes. Get out there, in that world, and sweat your buns off and you’ll find that endorphins get off THEIR arses and do something useful and you suddenly want to do more shit.
- Do a shitty (writing) exercise; find a prompt you like and run with it to the fucking end. Either it’ll be shite or you’ll love it. Either way you wrote something and that’s a fucking win!
- Take a fucking break; you deserve it, bitch! Rest makes us productive, don’t let the capitalist bullshit mentality of work till you die grind you down.
- Find your fucking passion; if you don’t love your fucking story anymore, have a goddamn word with yourself and find out why. Life’s too fucking short to write shit you hate!
And check out this updated fucking resource list, just in case it help;
IDEAS AND FUCKING PLANNING
102 ways to get a fucking idea
A fucking years worth of prompts, LITERALLY
WRITING STYLE AND CONTENT
Writing In First Fucking Person
Fucking Unreliable Narrators Are The Shit
Sexy doesn’t always mean actual fucking
MISC
An extra nine fucking ways to motivate yourself
Learning to love your fucking craft
Fucking finish your first draft
BOOKS THAT CAN FUCKING HELP YOU
Small fucking disclaimer; if you click these links I might get a little fucking commission because I’m an amazon affiliate;
The Elements Of Style (Did Someone Say Seminal Fucking Text?)
Zen In The Art Of Writing (Because Ray Fucking Bradbury)
On Writing: A Memoir Of The Craft (Listen To Stephen Fucking King Children.
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