Quote Originally Posted by Jojee
Good job. :3 I have so much trouble with long-term projects. I've never finished anything longer than a short story. I want to write a book, but anything I start I get two chapters in (at most) and end up abandoning. :mog: Any advice on staying focused and such?
Well, this is actually regurgitated advice, but I have found it to be quite beneficial: become an artistic monk. Cordon off a regular block of time (at least two hours; 7:00 - 9:00 pm worked for me, on weekdays, and an additional session was oftentimes added on weekends; this summer, sessions would basically continue indefinitely after I was finished work, more than once reaching 5-6 hours in length *_*). The bottom line, in my case, was that my book would never be finished if my only writing took place when I felt "inspired". There will be ruts; there will be instances in which you do not wish to reside in a particular scene any more than your characters do. Similarly, there will be instances in which your writing schedule and inspiration align perfectly, and you will be reminded why the project is worth undertaking. ^_^

For me, my "focus" was maintained by making the alternative more unpleasant. Either I would write for two hours, or accomplish nothing; force yourself to stay alone in the room, in any event, with those two options comprising your only ones. Hopefully you may find this useful. There are many ways to approach this one, though, so experimentation is certainly not out of the question.

Quote Originally Posted by Kawaii Ryűkishi
I'm not surprised you could do something like this. You seem nice and in love with yourself.
Oh, snap! :laugh: Right in the narcissism.

Quote Originally Posted by Meat Puppet
I was one of the writers for a production in my high school. Most of my ideas didn’t end up in the final product, and actually... funny story actually, I have to mess my sentence up to write it but oh well. Anyway, some of my contemporaries actually uh... I guess, whatever, they worried about me or something, so they clandestinely organized sessions for me with the guidance counselor.
What happened to fiction!
Whatever. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. So looking at the dialog and characters and all, I barely had any input; however, I like to think that the basic structure was all my doing (you know, so I don’t feel too bad about myself at night (shucks, and at day too)).
Not really sure what all this meant, but I think I have just witnessed the baring of a disturbing trauma of your youth . . . "Sullied and unusual" describes the feeling pretty well. <_< >_>