Blah, blah, being busy. Blah, blah, not reading books. Blah, blah, sucking at NaNoWriMo. Blah, blah, NEW GOALS!
Please proceed to today’s OneWord Wednesday. The word today is Border.
She was stuck at a crossroads with her childhood behind her, possibilities ahead of her, and so much expectation bordering her actions.
She doesn’t quite know what she wants. Where should she go now?
The past year had been so bittersweet. People came and people went just like they always did. Some were in shock, while others had finally just disappeared like she had been hoping they would. So much was changing around her and yet she felt the same. She felt like she hadn’t changed except to be a year older. While the future frightened her, the past scared her to death.
She didn’t want to stay the constant. She needed an adventure. And what better adventure is there, than the ones you dream about with eyes open?
This one…this. That is all.
Also, don’t forget to go check out Midwinter! I’m a Marketing Consultant on that project and I am so excited to get it going and make it huge! I won’t need to do much because it is amazing in its own right :)
I'm like you because I never finish anything. I write, but I'm not working on anything now. Anyway, I wanna say work through that writers block when it pops up, and I believe in you!!! Get that book done!! :)
Aw, thanks to whoever this anon is! I greatly appreciate the confidence! Slowly but surely working through the writers block! I believe in you also in whatever endeavors you are working on! :)
Things just got crazy!
Finally, I am in my last year of college! I was worried this would make this and next semester drag on. However, due to various projects, this is not the case. I cannot believe that it is already almost October! 5 days until October! Which, don’t get me wrong, October is my favorite month, but it felt like it was July just yesterday!
I got an internship back in March. I wasn’t going to post things like that here because I wanted this to specifically be a writing blog, but I changed my mind. I’m a woman, I can do that. But, it was supposed to be only a 16 week assignment and it is…almost October. So, needless to say, I think I am doing well and that they like me!
I am also a marketing consultant for a friend who is working on a start-up of a graphic novel/manga. You can check that out over HERE! It should be available sometime in November and I am really excited to be a part of the project and hopefully the parent company ReVision Studios once everything gets off the ground! Kayla, the main artist on the project, graduated the same year as me from high school. She is so talented and I am so excited to help get her dream job up and going!
And, last but not least, of course I am still working on my novel! I found a few people to read it and give me feedback so that helps. And, of course again, I am getting new ideas all the time.
More writing to come. Promise!
1. Don’t think that being published will make you happy. It will for four weeks, if you are lucky. Then it’s the same old fucking shit.
2. Hemingway was fucking wrong. You shouldn’t write drunk. (See my third novel for details.)
3. Hemingway was also right. ‘The first draft of everything is shit.’
4. Never ask a publisher or agent what they are looking for. The best ones, if they are honest, don’t have a fucking clue, because the best books are the ones that seemingly come from nowhere.
5. In five years time the semi-colon is going to be nothing more than a fucking wink.
6. In five years time every fucking person on Twitter will be a writer.
7. Ignore the fucking snobs. Write that space zombie sex opera. Just give it some fucking soul.
8. If it’s not worth fucking reading, it’s not worth fucking writing. If it doesn’t make people laugh or cry or blow their fucking minds then why bother?
9. Don’t be the next Stephen King or the next Zadie Smith or the next Neil Gaiman or the next Jonathan Safran fucking Foer. Be the next fucking you.
10. Stories are fucking easy. PLOT OF EVERY BOOK EVER: Someone is looking for something. COMMERCIAL VERSION: They find it. LITERARY VERSION: They don’t find it. (That’s fucking it.)
11. No-one knows anything. Especially fucking me. Except:
12. Don’t kill off the fucking dog.
13. Oh, yeah, and lastly: write whatever you fucking want.
Matt Haig, “Some Fucking Writing Tips” (via apatows)
I don’t agree with all of these (#10 I’m all about, though) but they’re funny. Fucking funny.
They Speak the Truth
They Speak the Truth: You don’t know what you’ve got, ‘til it’s gone.
And that doesn’t necessarily mean the good things you might have let go of. Sometimes it means damaging things or persons you have held onto that have held you back from growing into the person you are meant to be. Those things or people that were holding you down, slowly tearing you up, without you realizing it because, at the time, it didn’t seem ill fated. It didn’t seem like they were hurting. It had felt like support and care. Even if it wasn’t. I had a person in my life who wasn’t really as good as I had thought. Now they are gone and, while sometimes I get lonely, I don’t really regret it. It helped me to move on. It helped me to connect with new people and old friends who I hadn’t really talked to since high school. It helped me to see who really was there for me and who wasn’t, despite her telling me the complete opposite.
This Truth often speaks of the things that we have and take advantage of, though. And I certainly have had plenty of those. The one most recent is my grandfather. He was at a nursing home quite close to us…until about two hours ago when he was loaded up in my Uncle’s car and headed out, 6 hours, across the state to another nursing home. This one is in the town my grandfather grew up in; his sister lives down the street from it. Family is all over the place. And it is for the better. I know that. But, knowing he is so far away if something should happen makes me a little sad. It was nice knowing if anything had happened, my dad would be called and we could be to the hospital in less than 45 minutes. Now it is a quarter of the waking day away. Proximity was taken for granted.
So, They speak the truth. Whether it is for the better or not, you don’t realize what you have been holding on until you finally let it go. You don’t know what you have, until it leaves, for better or for worse. Don’t take things for granted. Especially people. I know it is hard. I do it every day. But then there are moments when I just sit and think about everything I have been blessed with. My parents call me spoiled because they didn’t have these things when they were younger. They mostly use the word “spoiled” to just get me railed up. In some I am spoiled, in others I am blessed. Blessed to have parents who work super hard to help me with the things I need. Blessed to have parents who just care.
Don’t take things, people for granted. I know it is hard, but just remember the little things. Later on, they might just move you to action.
101 Books in a Year Challenge
I have decided to try reading 101 books in a year. I know I am already a few weeks into 2013, but I work well under pressure :) I will post the full list in the side bar navigation for anyone interested.
I might post my two cents about whether the book was good or not after each one, too. Haven’t decided on that one yet.
Wish me luck!
One Word Wednesday//Sweep
They were talking. It wasn’t deep conversation, but it was more than they had done in the past few weeks. They talked about classes and work, about how quickly the weather changed from sunny and warm to biting wind and below zero temperatures. He would go off on some complicated philosophical theory he was learning about in class and she would tune out. She would just watch his face, watch his expressions, how he moved for his beer. He was on his third one but she new it barely touched him.
He put his beer glass down onto the table, a little louder than intended, and it made them both jump. Then he was watching her, waiting for her to say something ordinary, to keep this…charade going on.
She didn’t know what she wanted then. Was this all they had to look forward to? Sitting in a bar with their friends around them, but feeling a little awkward. Was she supposed to sweep it all under the rug? He hadn’t apologized. She doubted he even knew he did anything to her.
She had finished her own drink while he was talking. Now she spun the glass around in her hands, waiting for a revelation. He just watched her. She knew that if she sat there long enough she wouldn’t be able to stay angry. That’s just how it was; she would get upset, he would say something, almost anything, really, and she wasn’t angry anymore.
Not this time.
"I don’t want to do this," she said, wrapping her hands around the glass she was spinning. "I’m going to, uh…head home."
She stood then and slipped out the front door of the bar and into the cold before anyone could try to stop her. She walked to her car and he didn’t follow.
She wished he had.
He took her heart,
even if he didn’t know.
He will take it with him
wherever he might go.
She handed it over,
she didn’t put up a fight.
Looking back on it,
she can tell it wasn’t right.
He made promises
exclusively to break.
She never used to hold grudges,
but everything changes when you ache.
He broke her down,
he left her high and dry.
She doesn’t know what happened,
she tries her best not to cry.
She didn’t have a chance.
The sadness will soon have won.
Now she can’t figure out how to fix
what he doesn’t realize he has done.
One Word Wednesday//Under
Under the weather, out in the cold
Looking around for someone to hold.
The wind whips through me,straight to the bone
and on these usually busy streets, I am alone.
The snow starts to fall, it looks very pretty.
The street lights throw a glow on the city.
I don’t know where exactly my feet are going.
But there is a heat in my heart that is burning.
It is aching for a place, somewhere new.
My heart is aching to be close to you.
Incomplete List of Small Pleasures
- Seeing a friend that you haven’t talked to in forever.
- Rock formations
- Sound of passing traffic without horns or sirens.*
- Smell of rain
- The ocean
- Finally breaking through writer’s block.
- When he makes my heart jump.
- A REALLY good workout
- A REALLY good meal
- A REALLY good book…like REALLY good!
- College Football
Enjoy the holiday, all. Happy Thanksgiving!
*On the list inspiring this list.
[Inspired by This]
Holy shit. IT'S DONE.
The Yeah Write Review | Issue 01
You guys! The lit mag is done! It came out SO well, the articles and stories are so great. I’m so excited I could cry. AHHHHHH!
Now go get it! And reblog the crap out of this post! And tell your friends in your creative writing classes, and your NaNo friends who need a creative boost, and your professors and parents and best friend and cat!!!!!!!