Writing scripts for the stage or screenplays is a whole other universe outside the realm of novels. However, if you’re interested in alternative storytelling mediums, here are some tips I can give you based on my own experiences.

1. Learn the formatting. Whether you’re supposed to use Final Draft or just a whole lot of indentations on Word, familiarize yourself with the format. (Title pages are always changing). Now, the rules might have changed since my writing this article, but general guide for a page is…

SCENE 1: THE TEST

ACTOR 1

(GROWLS) This is how you write, got it?

There was a point in my life where I really related to John Mulaney’s comedy sketch joke that he was a chronic people pleaser. “Running for the mayor of nothing” was the line when it came to trying to make others happy.

I wanted to do the same thing for the longest time. Write to please others’ expectations. And there’s a difference between writing for a job or for myself. When you’re given an assignment, there’s only so much you can do, especially for freelance writers.

I fall in love a little every day without realizing it. I guess there’s something silly about that, something akin to being a hopeless romantic.

If someone has a kind smile or a voice that reminds me of some celebrity. If they walk into the room with a swagger, a jacket slung over one shoulder and glasses perched on their head. If their mannerisms are quirky and artistic and endearing, well…

I’m head over heels.

“I’m pansexual, that means all of you are at risk”.

1. You woke up this morning and started your day, and regardless of how you started it, you’re here now. I’m happy you’re here to read this.

2. You have a wonderful laugh.

3. Somewhere, somebody is thinking about you. Even if it’s just that one person you held the door open for, you made a difference in somebody’s life enough to be remembered.

4. You tell wonderful stories, no matter written, spoken, or even daydreamed.

5. I like your smile, unique solely to you.

6. Regardless of your singing talent or training, you make music only the way you can.

Writers write with a whole string of “don’t knows” ahead of them.

Don’t know how the plot’s going.

Don’t know how the story’s going to end.

Don’t know if anyone will like it.

Don’t know if anyone will read it.

Don’t know if it’s worth the effort.

Don’t know what will happen because life is also its own series of “don’t knows”.

We don’t have a formula for success. Sometimes it happens, and I applaud every person who struggled to get there. I am inspired by you. I am motivated by those stories. Your stories.

Writing when you’re struggling is HARD.

Screw that idea that Van Gogh cutting off his ear and suffering with mental health somehow makes an artist “a genius” or better. No, it just means he felt a whole lot of pain while attempting to still, as the struggle went on, make some form of art.

Art isn’t made better or more ingenious because the creator suffers. It just makes it that much harder to write in the first place.

Writing can serve as an outlet, but that’s usually in the form of journaling. Trying to keep up with your OCs or your WIPs and your personal deadlines? That’s damned hard.

To all the wonderful writers, readers, artists, and overall, the dreamers I’ve met across all my social media platforms.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for sharing your humor. Your love. Your well wishes, interests, passions, hopes, aspirations, art, and creativity with me.

I don’t get to say thanks enough for social media. I guess it’s easy to see if as some omnipotent, all-knowing void where information goes to get likes or disappear. But it’s easy to forget that it’s more than that.

Write the characters you want to read in the world.

In my case, I wrote of a punk warrior with an undercut and serpent tattoos. Okay, so maybe they turn out just the teeniest bit evil as the novel progresses.

I have a TYPE, okay?

I’m not sure if other writers deal with this, but I find myself hitting this strange point where I reread my own writing, get to the final sentence, and go “wait, where’s the rest of it?”

Then you have the realization that, oh right, I haven’t written it yet.

I had a setback recently where I believed that nothing I did was good enough. I’d even started despising the thing I most enjoyed, my writing. Creating stories out of nothing. Creating art? Forget about it. There’s schools for people who are naturally gifted, and you? You’re not naturally gifted, so why bother?

I started believing my imagination was worthless because I’d never be the greatest at what I did. What’s the point if you want to reach the moon, but you find yourself in a gutter just gasping for air?