Writing

[Miguez]

I've always had an interest in writing, and I finally decided to step up and actually do something about it.

Creative writing, does anyone here do it?

[inky]

I got my girlfriend her A in English 102, and I got straight As in English classes in HS and college. Creative writing is fun but you have to be in a certain mood to do an exceptional job. Sometimes I'd end up looking at a blank piece for a long, long time before I even write down a word.

Always have a strong opening - known to some as "the hook" - because most people will make their decision to either read, skim, or skip your work depending on the first few sentences. It also helps to rewrite it a few times after you finish the initial draft to add more details and remove excess words or even entire paragraphs. Try your best to avoid being redundant so always have a thesaurus with you (or a thesaurus website on the next tab); remember that repeating the same word even in different paragraphs will affect the flow of the piece, especially if it's an unusual one. Be aware of the consistency in your style. If you notice that mental fatigue is starting to get in the way of your creativity, take a break. Otherwise, you'll end up with a good start but leave readers with a bad impression. Most of all, be creative about drawing your inspiration.

[Miguez]

Thank you for the advice. Do you know of any place (forum/website) where I could share and discuss my work with others? I had my first go at a 10 minute power write and after some editing it came out pretty nice and I just wanted to get some input.

My only struggle right now is deciding between writing in my native language(Portuguese, not as much opportunity) or in English which I am pretty good at but still far from perfect.

[Kraq]

My only struggle right now is deciding between writing in my native language(Portuguese, not as much opportunity) or in English which I am pretty good at but still far from perfect.

There are ways to get around that, as inky said, using a thesaurus would help immensely.

[cin]

Hey,

I'm personally not a writer but a designer. However,
I think that there are certain techniques that could
overlap.

During my Msc I followed the course Creative Facilitation,
which basically means that I am able to facilitate a
creative session. Creative sessions are not always held
with creative people, but also with end users who might
have little to no imagination when they're asked for
input on the spot.

Certain techniques can loosen people up and get them in
a more visual, creative mindset. A great example for me
was when our facilitator asked us to close our eyes, let
our minds visit the house/home we grew up in, and then
asked us how many windows the house had.
Now, normally you'd think we would all simply shout a
certain number of windows, but unconsciously we were
walking through this old house in our minds, visualizing
each and every step of the stairs, every door and hallway
we passed on the way to these windows.

It might sound vague, and I am not sure if this would
apply to writing just as well as it would apply to what
I'm doing (we usually hold a Dynamic Braindrawing session
after this), but it can help you when you're stuck and
out of inspiration, to open up your mind and think visual.

Well, that's my input for you :] If anyone would be
interested in the creative techniques I use when organizing
creative sessions, just send me a pm and I'll be happy to
explain a few of my favourites.

edit:
If people are really interested btw, then I can make a
guide on it with tips and tricks for when your mind gets
stuck, or when you are brainstorming with more than two
people. :]

[Miguez]

Yesterday I couldn't sleep so I decided to pick up my phone and writte a little text about a girl who couldn't sleep. It was fun!

And thanks for the input cin(you're back?).

Spoiler!

Three hours

She looked at the alarm clock next to her bed and she realized how many hours had passed since she, unsuccessfully, tried to go to sleep. One. One long and slow hour.
In that hour she had done so much and yet so little... She had moved nervously and vainly in her bed, searching for that perfect position to fall asleep instantly. She had thought a lot about herself, maybe even too much. She reminisced about what had happened and she conjectured about what was to come. She reflected on her past actions and wondered if she could, by any chance, ever be any more idiotic and pathetic than she had been. Probably not.
She decided she wanted to change, but she knew that in the next few days she would either forget it or find an excuse not to go through with it.
Why is it that we make so many resolutions when we're lying in our bed, unable to sleep?
No one knows. At least no one I know of. And certainly not her.

After all, she doesn't even exist. She's just the outcome of someone's imagination.

[poehalcho]

Spoiler!

Hey,

I'm personally not a writer but a designer. However,
I think that there are certain techniques that could
overlap.

During my Msc I followed the course Creative Facilitation,
which basically means that I am able to facilitate a
creative session. Creative sessions are not always held
with creative people, but also with end users who might
have little to no imagination when they're asked for
input on the spot.

Certain techniques can loosen people up and get them in
a more visual, creative mindset. A great example for me
was when our facilitator asked us to close our eyes, let
our minds visit the house/home we grew up in, and then
asked us how many windows the house had.
Now, normally you'd think we would all simply shout a
certain number of windows, but unconsciously we were
walking through this old house in our minds, visualizing
each and every step of the stairs, every door and hallway
we passed on the way to these windows.

It might sound vague, and I am not sure if this would
apply to writing just as well as it would apply to what
I'm doing (we usually hold a Dynamic Braindrawing session
after this), but it can help you when you're stuck and
out of inspiration, to open up your mind and think visual.

Well, that's my input for you :] If anyone would be
interested in the creative techniques I use when organizing
creative sessions, just send me a pm and I'll be happy to
explain a few of my favourites.

edit:
If people are really interested btw, then I can make a
guide on it with tips and tricks for when your mind gets
stuck, or when you are brainstorming with more than two
people. :]

Do it. The forums need some new posts :[
Lately I've been thinking of just hellspamming OTL full of all kinds of posts and threads in the hopes of catalysing some activity :[. Things really seem to have slowed down lately :/

@Miguez

The little short story is pretty nice, but I think the end is a little ..rushed? It seems like a very strange way to end. Might've been better to do something like "and then her alarm clock went off, she felt very refreshed". proclaiming her to be someone's imagination....serves no purpose imo :/

[Miguez]

Yeah at the end I started to get sleepy.

My idea was to end it abruptly in purpose, in an unexpected way, but I get what you're saying.

[Shomari]

Yeah writing is an art form and should be treated as such.
I'm no writer so I can't say much but diction is especially important.
Just write and write.

[cin]

Do it. The forums need some new posts :[

Alright, I will get on it as soon as I find the time,
which will most likely be on thursday.

And Miguez, how do you usually go about when writing?
Do you write when something comes to mind or do you
sit down and wait till inspiration hits you?

Might be interesting to try and test this so you can
find which way works best for you. But again, I'm not
a writer ;]

[Miguez]

When something comes to mind I open word/pickup my phone/a notebook and I start writting.

Yesterday I designed a character, I might use him for either a novel/serie or just short stories.

Today I wrote maybe a prologue for this possible novel, I felt inspired and wanted to try my new character on actual paper. And first person is confusing lol.

I'm just going to post both of them incase someone is interested. I'm trying to do something about a world like ours but with superpowers included, not sure which approach I'm going to take (mutation, science, alien, etc.) and I'm trying to come up with an interesting plot in my head for this guy. I might also change his power since this one, while interesting, isn't very astonishing. But still, something out of the ordinary might be better than the usual amazing kill them all power.

His Bio is very cliche-y but this is just a draft, something to remember when writing about him.

Spoiler!

Bio: My parents are Russian. They moved to America to chase after the "big american dream". My mom ended up addicted to crack and is now in rehab. My father works at a Starbucks... He's the janitor. When I was born they decided to call me Adam after a character from a movie they had both seen when they were kids, back in Russia.

Name: Adam Uliánov

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Location: Chicago

About Me: I'm a sarcastic and bitter person, I tend to be a jerk to people, the more I like them, the more of an asshole I am, I just can't avoid it (I'm probably going to take a different approach to his personality. I personally like the Adam from my text alot more than this sarcastic and bitter Adam). I have a bit of a problem... I can't forget stuff. I remember every single thing, every single detail in my life. I remember the day I was born, hell, I even remember when I was in my mother's belly.

Interests: I'm a socially awkward person. I like to play video games, listen to music, read fantasy books, watch movies and shows.

Notes:
He will later find out that he can also steal memories from other people, but this can only be done by kissing their lips.
He has only one friend. A girl. She also has a superpower but he only finds out when he kisses her and steals a part of her memory that reveals this power of her.
He usually wears the school uniform which consists of a dark-red blazer with a dark-blue tie, but when he doesn't he wears jeans and a sweater.
Plot summary:
Adam is a solitary guy, his only friends are his online buddies who he plays with and an american girl that he rides the bus with everyday when going to school. One day he's reading a book in the bus and she approaches him, and that's where their friendship start. Later it develops into something more.(in development)

Little prologue/first chapter

Spoiler!

I adjusted the tie around my neck in an attempt to loosen it up. I've always hated ties, they make me feel like a dog, and even though that's the biggest cliché of all time, it's exactly how I feel.

The bus has been way too crowded since the new school opened up, and I wonder if all these new kids didn't even go to school before or if their parents just wanted to move them to a closer and possibly better one. Maybe they just wanted to piss me off by making my bus trips a bigger torture than they already were.

And as if the enormous amount of people wasn't enough to piss me off, the stench was even worse. I have no idea where or who it comes from but I can't take it much longer, it's a mixture of old eggs and sweat but I seriously doubt that anyone would bring a rotten egg sandwich with extra sweat sauce as their school lunch.

As I look outside I notice we're only a few stops away from school, but that wasn't all, in the corner of my eye I saw something, and it was with great amusement that I realized it was a girl, running and waving her arms trying to get the bus to stop so she could get in. She looked at me and my delighted smirk and it seemed to make her mad, but she didn't give up on her crazy run.
After some thinking I decide to let the bus driver know she has a desperate teenager running after her bus. I get up and force my way through the crowded bus, and when I finally reach the bus driver she stops to let the girl in before I could say anything. I guess she must've noticed her running after the bus too.

Looking behind I see that a big, funny-looking guy has taken my seat, so I decide it's best I just stay where I am. Not only did he look unfriendly, I remembered seeing him fight three other boys and coming out victorious. While I looked at him and reminisced about who these other boys were or why that fight had started he looks at me for a brief and yet way too long moment where we establish very awkward eye contact. I attempt to smile in a friendly way but it must've come out very weird because his face expressed nothing but confusion.

"Ahem, excuse me" I hear a coming from behind me. I turn around and realize it's the crazy girl, her face was red and she was struggling hard to catch her breath, but I still found her incredibly adorable with her sincere hazelnut eyes and her long red hair, caught in a messy ponytail. She was smaller than me , the top of her head barely reaching my nose. I looked down trying to figure out what her body looked like.

"Did you get out of your comfortable seat just to come here to stare at me and make me feel even more uncomfortable?"

I realized I hadn't said anything. I quickly thought about the perfect answer and explanation, while reprehending myself for thinking way too much.
"No! I was going to tell the bus driver that she had a crazy - I mean - not crazy, an unusual girl running and waving her arms like a mad person trying to get in the bus." Not at all what I had planned.

"How nice of you! Maybe you could use some of that will of you to help crazy people and step out of the way to let me pass."

"This spot is as good as any other, the bus is crowded."

"Yes but maybe I'll be able to stand next to-" The bus hit a gap in the road and jumped high enough to get everyone to lose their balance. I saw the strange girl stumble backwards and starting to fall, I attempted to grab her arm, but my reaction was too slow and by the time I had my arm reaching out to grab her she was already laying on the bus floor, looking at me with a mist of shame and anger.

[inky]

Writing fiction from a first-person POV is a tough one. If you ask me, third person omniscient or limited would be a better option since it gives you more freedom. The first thing I noticed about your prologue is the excessive use of "I". It gets the point across but it lacks style. There's just something about listening to the inner voice of a typical angst-driven teenager that deflects most people's interest. It doesn't have that flow that entices the reader to delve deeper into the story. In addition, if you have to make a written profile (in first person?!) about your main character, that means you haven't truly created him in your mind. It would really help your writing if you knew every character inside and out - especially since you created them. Looking at your work, I think you might be interested in reading Stephen Chbosky's The Perks of Being a Wallflower since the novel is somewhat similar to yours - teenagers, colloquial language, and everything else you can relate to high school life. If you want to see style, I'd say read Chuck Palahniuk novels. For excellent mind-blowing storytelling, Kurt Vonnegut. Writing fiction is not simply about listing the details of a story. There are many ways you can rewrite that prologue but only a few that allows it to draw people's interest and imagination.

Also, do you read a lot?

[Miguez]

I used to read a lot when I was 10-14, now not so much since I have less time. I've been reading Raymond E. Feist's work lately, it's an awesome fantasy collection. Love his characters and love the fact that all of his books were written on this world he developed himself.

In average I read 2-4 fantasy novels each year.

About that Bio thing, there was a contest and the entry consisted of that Bio in the first person and then a text about your character. I didn't enter the contest but I found the Bio idea interesting, especially since I'd heard before that when writing a novel it's a good idea to write a page about each of your characters.

I'll rewrite that part again from a third-person perspective and see how it comes out.

I have the character in my head, but writing what I actually imagine him like helps. It's not like while I'm writing I'll constantly go read the bio to remember who I'm writing about.

[inky]

The whole bio thing, IMO, would be more helpful if it came in a list/notes format instead of looking like a facebook page. But it is ultimately your story.

Spoiler!

Fantasy novels are fun but after a while they become predictable, boring, and the story seems to just slowly drag. Kind of like watching the old Pokemon series without the "final" battle with Team Rocket at the end of each episode.

I took a break from reading fantasy series and moved to a few single book novels. Currently reading 1Q84 and I have to say that I was surprised with the story and style. I usually try to stay away from translated novels since the art tends to become lost in translation but this one's definitely an exception.

[Miguez]

Yeah everyone keeps telling me I should move on from fantasy novels, but I want to atleast finish the Riftwar Saga from Raymond E. Feist.

After I do I'll try different genres. Or whenever I get bored of fantasy :p

Tried something different. Right now I know what my main problem is and I know how to solve it. I've never actually read any english books, most of my english knowledge comes from watching movies/tv shows and the internet/games.

The books I usually read are in Portuguese therefore I've decided to buy one or two English books with a similar genre/plot to what I'm pointing towards right now and reading daily while trying to write something more everyday.

I came up with a new and possibly alot more interesting idea, this is a 5 minute draft I'm hoping to continue it later on today.

Spoiler!

Adam stood on his feet once again after hearing another explosion.
"These cells are made to resist most attacks from the outside. You should catch some sleep, it's going to be a long night." said Cicer, Adam's old and eccentric cellmate, with an annoying tome.
"I can't, they remind me of when the Extremists captured me, the explosions, the screaming, it's just -"
"Stop complaining, you're worse than my whiny son." interrupted the old man before turning his face to the wall to go back to a snoring sleep.
He felt tired. Tired of his immature cellmate, tired of being held prisoner by the Extremists, tired of his life. In his many decades of life he had gone through a lot, and several years back he would probably feel excited by the possibility of being saved, but now he just felt indifferent and tired. The small cell had barely enough room for two grown man to lay down in it, and it smelled horribly bad because the prisoners only took a bath every two weeks. If you can even call shooting a hoses at hundreds of people a "bath".

[inky]

You don't have to abandon fantasy novels altogether. Just take breaks between each book or halfway through. I read a few books in between Robert Jordan's WoT series but after finishing the 6th book, I think I'll take at least half a year before I pick up the 7th.

[Miguez]

Here's what I came up with yesterday. Don't feel obliged to read it, it's just here incase you feel any interest.

Spoiler!

Adam stood on his feet once again after hearing another explosion.

"These cells are made to resist most attacks from the outside. You should catch some sleep, it's going to be a long night." said Cicer, Adam's old and eccentric cellmate, with an annoying tone.
"I can't, they remind me of when the Extremists captured me, the explosions, the screaming, it's just -"

"Stop complaining, you're worse than my whiny son." interrupted the old man before turning his face to the wall to go back to a snoring sleep.

He felt tired. Tired of his immature cellmate, tired of being held prisoner by The Extremists, tired of his life without emotion. In his many decades of life he had gone through a lot, and several years back he would probably feel excited by the possibility of being saved, but now he just felt indifferent and tired.

The small cell had barely enough room for two grown man to lay down in it, and it smelled horribly bad because the prisoners only took a bath every two weeks. If you can even call shooting hoses at hundreds of people a "bath". Light came in from small slit under the door, barely enough to make it possible to perceive where your cellmate was. As for the noise, the massive iron door kept out most of it, but loud noises would still make it through.

"Do you think The Public is coming to rescue the captives?" Adam asked anxiously after sitting down on the cold floor. He was also tired of being imprisoned, he missed the fresh air, the gigantic prairies covered in snow. He longed for the day he would be able to run through the dead forests chasing after or running from his friends Petrov and Annya.

"I think I want you to calm down and let me sleep." grunted Cicer.

"Come on, you've been in here before, you must know what the hell is going on outside!"

The boy had been hearing explosions outside and guards running past his cell door for some time now and he could only hope it was The Public's army coming to save the prisoners. That hypothesis created new hope for the already hopeless teenager. He couldn't remember how long he had been in that prison but he knew very well that he wouldn't last much longer without succumbing to depression or even madness.

"How do you know I've been here before?" the old man was now sitting, his interest obviously triggered by what the kid had just said.

"I heard the guards talking." he answered "One of them said he remembered you from the breakout a couple months ago."

"I have no idea how you could possibly remember that. Still, I don't know much about what is going on, but I'll tell you what I do know, if it's enough to shut you up."

Adam was thrilled, and he couldn't avoid smiling when Cicer let out a sigh before starting to talk.

"I'm almost certain that what is going on is no breakout. The explosions are coming from outside, if it was a breakout we'd be hearing a lot more in the tunnels than guards running by. I do believe it's The Public coming to rescue the captives. Before they attacked squad camp we received a letter from the headquarters telling us to regroup near Restod and to bring as many men able to fight as possible. I didn't understand their intentions, but orders are orders."

"They must've been trying to create a large army to re-capture Vosta."

"Vosta? And what do you mean - re-capture?" asked Cincer apparently worried.

"You didn't know? The Extremists made an attack on Vosta and they gained control of it. I heard it from a family who was escaping when the Capture Squad who was holding me captive managed to capture them."

"That's very saddening, I had no idea they were already invading our territory. Did they kill the citizens?"

"Apparently they are just forcing them to move out of the city into concentration camps where they work as slaves. It seems their plan is to turn Vosta into a defensive stronghold as well as an advanced headquarter."

[Skyve]

Oh is that what you meant by creative writting.

I've had a couple made before as I play on a GTA San Andreas roleplay server where you need some kind of biography for your character.

Spoiler!

Chapter 1
It’s a warm day in Lyon, France. As usual, people are working, kids are laughing and birds are singing. Cheesy? You may think. Jean-Marie Dubois, young cook and experienced hiker, is driving back from work in a fairly excited manner. He’s been waiting for this for a long time. His girlfriend, the beautiful Marie Rousseau was awaiting him. They had both agreed earlier that they would have sex, hot and intense intercourse. She wanted to conceive and well … Jean-Marie just wanted to get laid. As the clock hit 7:30 PM, Jean-Marie parks his car on the driveway and clumsily rushes to the door. He dashes to his bedroom and is completely stunned by the beautiful sight that was presented to him. There was Marie with her hair done and wearing a tightly-adjusted red erotic outfit. Jean-Marie slowly closes his eyes, praying to God. The husband takes off all his layers of clothing and jumps on the desert. Sadly, all good things come to an end… Nine months later, Lucas Dubois was conceived.

Chapter 2
At this point, the life of the Dubois family was quite redundant. You have the husband, always complaining about the lack of sex in his relationship. You have Marie, over occupied by her project of launching a fashion line, foolishly hoping she gets a chance at the Paris fashion scene. And of course Lucas, young and calm boy. Although a C+ student, he was quite the entertainer. His whole class loved him. He was funny, outgoing, and fairly good looking. As his mother would always say, he’s a clown just like his father.

Chapter 3
The fights between the couple were getting more and more intense. Jean-Marie was desperate for sexual intercourse and Marie would simply refuse to put out. Needless to say, they eventually had to attend couple therapy as the relationship was just getting ridiculous. Lucas didn’t care much about his parents problems. He was in Grade 8 now and was pre-occupied by his own problems such as puberty. Teachers were also a problem to him now. He just disliked them all. They were all too arrogant and ignorant of certain aspects of life. Lucas had lost total interest in school and slowly started failing his courses. At some point, he didn’t even bother with studying or doing his homework. He had find a passion, music.

Chapter 4
Our young teenager had developed a liking for Techno/DnB music. Matter of fact, he started editing music using cheap free software found in the Internet. He proclaimed himself as “DJ Bezer.K”. Although his music was loud, Lucas couldn’t help but notice a sound coming from upstairs. It was quite strange to him as his parents weren’t usually back home at this time of the day. He slowly climbed up the stairs, looking around carefully for anything suspicious. As he was gaining altitude, the sound was clearer and clearer. Was it an orgasm or just his dirty pubescent mind playing tricks on him? Before he climbed the final row of stairs leading to the third floor, he quickly looks at the entrance. He notices a pair of really large sandals. It didn’t make much sense to him then. He continues his ascension and is finally able to locate the source of the sound. It was from his parents bedroom. At this point, Lucas was panicking. What was happening there? He finally builds up his courage and pushes the door open. The scene was horrific. There was Nado Rémond, a 6.4 feet tall black guy, humping his mother from the back. He had a huge smile on his face, and his mom seemed to appreciate Nado penetrating her. Lucas quickly closed the doors, passing his hand through his long hair, trying to analyze what he just saw. The head of “Ultra Style Inc” was tapping his mother.

Chapter 5
After that event, things had change drastically in Lucas life. He developed an addiction to cocaine as his life was unstable. He decided not to attend College, which wasn’t much of a problem for him as he was getting a decent salary from DJing around the province. His mom had bought him a professional DJ set on the condition that he’d never say to his father what had happened with Nado. DJ Beser.K was all over the place, hitting all the popular nightclubs. As his was reaching the peak of his career, everything fell down. His drug dependency took over his life and he had come to the conclusion that he needed to go to rehab. There, he spent the next three years of his life.

Chapter 6
It’s June 6th 2000, it’s a rainy day at the “Aéroport d’Orly” (Paris). After coming clean, Lucas decided to leave his homeland. He wanted to leave everything behind. His drugs, his DJ career, his family. On his ticket you could read “Départ: Paris, France – Destination: Las Vanturas, San Andreas”. The famous sunny state of San Andreas seemed to him like an ideal place to live in. Plus, Las Vanturas was a haven to anyone in their twenties. There, he did what he knew best – DJing. DeeJay Beser.K was back in action. His friends James Clarke & Aleksandra Vespera of SANews helped with promoting his career but it didn’t manage to attract more fans. He had a small fanbase but most of the American population simply didn’t like the Euro vibe that Lucas DJing had. He soon realized that he couldn’t make a living off DJing, it simply didn’t cover the expansive lodging Las Vanturas had on the market.

Chapter 7
His DJ career in Las Vanturas wasn’t a complete failure. As stated earlier, he did have a small fan base. Part of that fan base was none other than Mark Herman, legendary Deputy Chief of the LSPD. Herman had heard about Lucas quitting the “game”, which came as sad news to him. Generous person by nature, Herman offered a job to Lucas. Full-time job as a “Parking Bodyguard” for the Los Santos Police Station. The pay was decent and Lucas simply couldn’t resist. Our young adult eventually got offered to attend training to become a Cadet.

Chapter 8
Many years has passed since Lucas admission to the Police Department. Our young adult had grown a lot and was a key member of the police force. Matter of fact, he was now a Sergeant and took care of the Field & Training operations. Looking back, Lucas would laugh at his past. How did he even fathom of becoming a successful DJ? His partners kept teasing him too, calling him “Sergeant Beser.K”. It was all for the laughs.

Chapter 9
Through out his career, Lucas had made Ivan Branislav a good friend of his. Ex-Captain of the LSPD and now member of the Bureau, Ivan was your typical stonehearted Russian. Not many people could get along with him, but Lucas did. Everyday they’d meet up at the Sticky Ring and talk about what had happened during the day. Lucas was especially interested in Ivans stories as they were always interesting and action-packed. From hearing all those stories, Lucas had grown an interest for the Bureau. Afterall, the F.B.I could provide him tools that none other could give him. Considering his past drug addiction, Lucas had a personal motivation to track down the sell of Illegal Narcotics. The Bureau seemed to be the perfect opportunity for him to hopefully change the outstanding drug trafficking in San Andreas.

Current Chapter
It’s April 30th 2011, Lucas is driving around doing his usual patrol. Only today, he makes a quickstop to the Bureau. There, he opens one of the public PC and starts typing his application.
*Click*
“Send”

[Kraq]

Hey,

I'm personally not a writer but a designer. However,
I think that there are certain techniques that could
overlap.

During my Msc I followed the course Creative Facilitation,
which basically means that I am able to facilitate a
creative session. Creative sessions are not always held
with creative people, but also with end users who might
have little to no imagination when they're asked for
input on the spot.

Certain techniques can loosen people up and get them in
a more visual, creative mindset. A great example for me
was when our facilitator asked us to close our eyes, let
our minds visit the house/home we grew up in, and then
asked us how many windows the house had.
Now, normally you'd think we would all simply shout a
certain number of windows, but unconsciously we were
walking through this old house in our minds, visualizing
each and every step of the stairs, every door and hallway
we passed on the way to these windows.

It might sound vague, and I am not sure if this would
apply to writing just as well as it would apply to what
I'm doing (we usually hold a Dynamic Braindrawing session
after this), but it can help you when you're stuck and
out of inspiration, to open up your mind and think visual.

Well, that's my input for you :] If anyone would be
interested in the creative techniques I use when organizing
creative sessions, just send me a pm and I'll be happy to
explain a few of my favourites.

edit:
If people are really interested btw, then I can make a
guide on it with tips and tricks for when your mind gets
stuck, or when you are brainstorming with more than two
people. :]

That is honestly amazing, I'm definitely going to do that tonight. Please do share more techniques!

[cin]

That is honestly amazing, I'm definitely going to do that tonight. Please do share more techniques!

I actually started the guide about a week ago I think, but
due to lack of replies I deleted it again lol..
I saved the posts I had so far so I can always copy paste
them back but I got the feeling people weren't really that
interested in it. I can also pm it to you if you want, but
I had only just made a start with an introduction post.
You'd have to wait a bit before I start explaining the
actual techniques ;]