made for novels, but can be used for fanfiction or other types of writing!
describe the plot in 1 sentence.
pick one sight, smell, sound, feel, and taste to describe the aesthetic of your novel.
which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?
what’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?
is this a standalone or a part in a series?
are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?
how many times does the word ____ appear in the novel?
what’s the first line that comes up when you search _____?
what’s the first line of your novel?
what’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?
which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?
who are your character faceclaims?
sort your characters into harry potter houses!
which character’s name do you like the most?
describe each character’s daily outfit.
do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?
pick a color to represent each character.
pick a font to represent each character.
which character most fits a character trope? which trope?
which character is the best writer? worst?
which character is the best liar? worst?
which character swears the most? least?
which character has the best handwriting? worst?
which character is most like you? least like you?
which character would you most like to be?
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join me in my dreams
unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind
actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it
why is it so difficult to not borrow grief from the future
Dreaming of childhood and summer and lemonade and grass with daisies in it and running through sprinklers and devouring books in an afternoon and trying to swing high enough to fly
Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to his brother Theo (London, beginning of January 1874)