In a writing and editing update post I talked about how I’m breaking up my poetry book Breathe into three separate books. I didn’t go into much detail, I only mentioned (I think) that it would be released in March.
Now, I have a bit more time to go into why I’m doing this and what the message is behind these poetry books.
I’ve got a new story in the works, up on Wattpad and on Tumblr called To Be A Hero.
I was challenged by a friend and fellow writeblr (@gingerly-writing) – a writer on tumblr to write a superhero story, something completely out of my comfort zone. I’ve only kind of started stepping into the whole superhero thing in general a couple months ago with No Capes on Wattpad and the release of Dr. Strange (My all time favorite male actor: Benedict Cumberbatch. Whoop!).
So, after about a week and a half (maybe even more) of hem-hawing I wrote the first chapter of a superhero story.
It’s always a joy to be nominated in a tag and I love the unique idea of being able to change the questions every time around, so thank you Rad Girl!
- Give nominees 11 questions to answer.
- Tag 11 people.
- Answer the 11 questions.
- Thank the person who nominated you.
I’m writing actively again!
In a previous post, I talked about life and writing. The post was riddled with self doubt, sadness, and writer’s block. Now two weeks later I’ve got a new writing project under way, and dearly loved, while I’m taking a break from regular writing stuff.
Warning this work is unedited.
It wasn’t the belly flop or exasperated cry that followed it that alerted me that something was wrong, although in hind’s sight according to Jeremiah I should’ve know that meant something was wrong.
This review is also published on my goodreads and my instagram.
Warning: possible spoilers
I’ll admit I wasn’t a big fan of ‘Wind, Sand and Stars’ when I first started reading it. Now that I’ve closed it’s pages, I don’t love it but it’s not as bad as I first thought it was. I’m giving it four stars because it was a solid book with vivid descriptions, beautifully written lines, and interesting philosophical beliefs embedded in it’s lines.
However, the prose and writing style that made this story so unique, may have also been it’s partial downfall, in my opinion.
It was by that window
where dreams came true,
where life was fought
and life was lost.
The cherry wood sill,
stained with blood and paint
worn by warm hands, pens,
and carved by relentless tears.