Except for writing up a few blog posts, I’ve taken a break from NaNo writing today. I went outside for the first time in forever, capturing some pretty awesome pictures of life, if I do say so myself, and enjoying the perfect spring air. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to roam outside barefoot, the rain of the past week has made the grass soft, clean and the dirt soft, succulent, the perfect amount of soggy and dry. Whew, that was a long sentence, I apologise.
It was a breath of fresh air, literally, after being trapped inside with only my thoughts and my mounting, invisible failures to draw on. It’s not like I go outside that often when it’s not raining, never mind what my Instagram depicts, but there’s something about knowing you can’t go outside. It zaps the life out of your writing, your art, everything. This post is the most constructive I’ve been all week, it’s refreshing.
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’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.
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.
Over the past couple of months since I’ve been awarded my badge of honor on weheartit, a social network for sharing inspiring, funny, and uplifting quotes and photos. Since I announced I was honored as a 2016 heartist on Twitter and Instagram, I’ve had a couple of curious people message me, wondering how I became a heartist.
It was never my intention to become a heartist on weheartit, in fact I only had my account for about six months when I was informed that I given the badge of a heartist.
Based on a prompt set by @dialogue-prompts on tumblr:
“I know you’re not, you don’t have to-”
“I’m fine! Ok!? Can you just leave it please!?”