I’m trying to do the weekly and daily writing updates again this month, if you were a fan last November, you’re in for a befuddled treat again.
Once again I haven’t really prepared for this month except for joining a cabin with some NaNo buddies and setting my word count goal. I have a vague idea of what I’m doing this month. Cue nervous laughter.
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.
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!?”
This has been posted on my website, writing blog and tumblr.
A lot has been going on for me lately; personally, academically, online and mentally.
Those of you who know me from Wattpad know that I posted a new short story collection on Wattpad, then took it down two days later. You may have also noticed that I also took down almost the rest of my stories leaving two still posted. You also realize that on March 1rst I was supposed to reveal the chapter of my NaNoWriMo novel: We Fall Down, it didn’t happened.
Disclaimer: Some parts of this post are cross posted both here, on my writing blog, and on my tumblr. Self love is different for every person, just as it will be for each of your characters. This is a brief post, as such I am brief in my descriptions and reasoning. I may expand at a later point. There are also two kind-of-almost swear words in here, so…
I often see self love romanticized and of all the things writers tend to romanticize, this one upsets me the most because it can make people who struggle with self love feel worse. It’s damaging and harmful to your audience, in this case I recommend you do valiant research if you don’t struggle with or understand self love.