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Angels Light

Angels switch off stars

blackbirds begin a new song

chirping Sun awake

Moon moves on

soothing restless souls to sleep

owls observe from shady trees

Day and Night switching places

following the world’s slow spin

continuing our hearts duet

coaxing the solos of lonely beats

twirling with Times swirl

pulsating to the tick tock

flicking of Angels light.

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Novel Ramblings, personal, writing

Novel Ramblings

I haven’t talked about my novels in progress on here as I’m quite self conscious when it comes to discussing my work.

So far, I have 7 novels which I have started. Two, I haven’t touched for a few years or more, three I have dabbled with in the past year, but there’s two that I have done the most work to. One is purely fantasy with a hint of dystopia and so far I have done over 10,000 words. My other novel, which I started for my Major Project at uni, has nearly 25,000 on it and is probably the most ambitious novel I will ever try to do. It’s a mixture of Greek mythology, fantasy and dystopia. When ever I have felt down, I remind myself that being a Writer is a positive thing and this novel in the one that always comes to mind and makes me carry on.

Keeping motivated on my novels has been a challenge. I wouldn’t say that having a multiple choice of which novel to do has been a hindrance as such, in fact I like having a list to work on. It’s more about the effort of not letting the motivation and the expectation of what a Writer should do get you down.

I feel like I’m failing as a Writer sometimes. Last year, I lost all love for writing, after graduating, and didn’t write for about 10 months. And then at the start of the year, I looked back on my novel and, out of nowhere, I wrote 10,000 words in the space of three weeks after nearly a year of writers block. And, on my other novel I manged to change the plot add add another point of view for what was suppose to be a background character and add 7,000 words in a month for it. It’s literally all or nothing with me.

Writing and editing is a weird process. I’ve had a break from novel writing for a few months, to focus on poetry and flash fiction, and to reflect on my novels. I’ve got a good idea of where things are going, and I know what tweaks I need to do to cement my worlds.

But the one thing that’s the most challenging, more than anything else, is trying to find a name for the world’s I’ve created – which, arguably, I’d say is more time consuming than picking the right titles for my novels!

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Winters Sky

Daisy chains stitched into her hair

rigidly pinned into a crown

each bud an honourable kill

a new chain for another battle won

no gaps, no losses

as erect as a tree

but as strong as stone

broader than any giant known

armour heavier than marble

plainer than winters sky

she swings her sword high

faster than a shooting star

and jabs it through your plates

puncturing your flesh

exploding like wildfire

decorating the ground red

birds and roses coat her helmet

tricking dying eyes to believe

they’re already in heaven

until she flicks the visor down

forcing birds to flee

petals falling from beaks

leaving weeds behind

revealing eyes as burnt as coals

you’ll screech for Lucifer’s help

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I Fell From the Ground and Landed in the Sky

My minds a forgotten doll

whose seams are ready to burst

as pills pop out of cottons cracks

prolonging the pounding

my heart sleeps in a dense grave

barely ringing chimes

disintegrating with every pump

wondering how many more times

my shell’s a crumbling coffin

no room to win in restriction

dust coats vision and bones are bitten

tongue can’t click conviction

my unspoken thoughts play

in opaque black silence

too tired to collect them

too hollow to try.

Too weak to push the lid

blow memories through the gap

and cry infront of strangers

maybe give directions

to find loose pins

doubting they could find a way

to stitch up the cracks in my dolls coffin.

creative writing, personal, writing, Writing Intentions

Writing Intentions: Part 2

In the past week, I have rekindled my love/hate relationship with sharing my writing online.

Sharing my work has always been weird to me. I tend to care too much about what others think. When a piece I particularly love doesn’t get as much attention as my other pieces then it can sting a bit, BUT, I am getting better at posting for me rather than whether other people will like it or not. Which I think is a thing every writer has to learn and adapt to at some point.

I’ve noticed I tend to get into a cycle of posting regularly for a week or so and then being inactive for about four months or more. I used to have writing blogs on Tumblr and I deleted them because I wasn’t consistent enough in posting which I thought was a bad thing. In truth, it’s not. This blog is mine. My writing is mine. And I only owe it to me to post what I want and when.

Some habits don’t die but I’m hoping to evole the cycle of ‘posting as much as I can in a week and then neglecting this account for months’ in to ‘posting regularly as and when and having no more than a months worth of inactivity‘. Maybe this goal is realistic or maybe it’s not but I can try, right?

I intend to not delete this blog, like I have done with my others. I’m going to use it to help me to deal with my insecurities as a writer and to encourage me to post in a pattern that suits me, rather than to prove that I have ‘finished’ content to post. Also, constantly setting up blogs and then deleting them over and over can get pretty tedious to sort out.

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Leading to Hope

Leaving sand behind

along with dizzy sweats

parting the waves

limbs relaxing

sinking under cold comfort

lungs aching

after sucking too much air

stars waver, wriggling blurred directions

as water knots hair

sparks so close together

sealing the gap, leading to hope

maybe lines in roads do join up