NaNoWrimo has been keeping me in my study but I only need a couple more good word days and I’ll be at the 50k by the end of the week.
I have always written things, wanted to write things. Poetry, stories, novels, essays, and even articles. I’ve wanted to draw, build websites and learn to program. Thankfully I’ve never wanted to paint (God the thought, I’m a messy person!) lol
I have always had so much ambition, but writing is the only one I have stuck with well over 80% of the time. Along with my ambition, I also have fairly severe depression and anxiety. While these two “conditions” in and of themselves do not affect my creativity the self-doubt and second-guessing myself on such things as wording, “am I moving to fast in my story and not building up?”.
My poetry is the worst though. I love writing stories, of course, I always have even though I’ve never technically finished one in the traditional sense. But my poems are my love, my written children and every one of them I am terrified if they are good. Even though until recently have never been seen by anyone but me. A few have been submitted and some I’ve written for my wife (who I lovingly call “The Boss” or “Angel”).
So far today I’ve written another four-hundred and some words, not as much as I’d like because I had a lot of phone calls to make. I went back over what I had and started changing things because the nerves kicked in.
Tomorrow I will be doing some research on this subject. Look into how common it is and any possible relief there may be.
Edit: Doubt or not, I’m the first to admit I think I will forever and always SUCK with punctuation!!!
Be well and safe my friends
we had found the stars, you and i. and that is given once only.
-call me by your name, andré aciman
Synopsis: Erranae was a simple teenager in an even simpler fishing village on the coast of the Maenite Sea. Their only real motivations were catching fish, eating fish, protecting their little brother, and just being around fish in general.
But this fish-obsessed teen won’t be able to hold onto their simplistic, easygoing lifestyle for long. As the world around them begins to crumble, Erranae is forced onto a crazy quest that will lead them to discover things about themselves that will disrupt life as they know it.
As the world begins to be destroyed, Erranae is forced to take up the ultimate task: ending the War of Gods
Main Characters: Erranae, a fish-obsessed, constantly sugar-high, non-binary teenager; Ekkae, Erranae’s little brother, a shy, sweet, 10 year old boy; Mae, a petty, sarcastic, but also protective goddess.
Trigger Warnings: violence, and so far, that’s it???
Tag list: none, currently
“I want to awaken that sleeping fire in your chest.”
— Chuck Akot, from Memoirs, SLEEPING FIRE
i love my love
Ideas pop up in the strangest places. So if my eyes glaze over in the middle of a dinner party or I suddenly disappear from a tour of the zoo, try not to worry.
I will probably come back.
7:05pm (approx) So I was sitting here arguing with my dog, The Boss is at the two girls choir concert and I turn on some music and stare at an empty page. I’ve been thinking about a spiderweb I saw yesterday morning encrusted in frosted dew (or just plain ass frozen, IT’S COLD). So I thought maybe a poem would come to me about that because I’ve had some word snippets flying around and shit.
NOPE! Out of the blue I start writing about something completely, well not so completely, random. An idea I had days ago and haven’t thought of since. 8:20pm (approx) I 387 words out, then they came home and I had to hear all about it lol. Could be a better word count I guess but hey, I’ll take it. Is it any good? Fuck I don’t know, I don’t really like anything I write.
I hope the urge/spree continues tomorrow while it’s just me, two dogs and two cats. Well, my asshole dog (who I love to death) and our senior baby girl (who I’d die for) and two cats who sleep all day unless hungry.
Be well and safe my friends
P.S. I still have to delete the song lyrics I type when listening to songs with words!!!