creative writing, personal, writing

Writing Problems PT. 2

It’s been a while since I was last active on here. It’s the same old life getting in the way cliche and wishing that the things I loved the most were getting in the way of life… like writing for example.

What’s annoying about having to take breaks away from writing, is when you do go back to that novel or story or poem, the ideas you had are lost and all you have in front of you is a bunch of words going no where and you feel like a part of your mind that had your shit together is hibernating in a locked room somewhere in your brain.

Getting back into the habit of writing every single day, even a line on a scrap of paper, is hard. Some days I feel like it’s forced, other days it’s a routine I want to scratch into my brain and I feel like I’m on my way to finally getting my stuff together. And then other days I’m left with a blank page which represents my thoughts.

But, I’m trying. And I guess that’s what counts.

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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.

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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Writing Intentions

When I first began this blog, my intention was to post my poetry and other pieces of my writing every now and then. I set a goal of posting every week and of using this to inspire me to write more. Plus all of the lovely creativity I’ve found on here has been a source of encouragement which has filled me with lasting inspiration.

However, it’s been nearly 5 months (or maybe 6?) since my last post so you could say I’ve failed in my initial goal.

The truth is I’m a perfectionist. The pieces I have posted took a while to write and even now I’m not completely certain that they are finished and should have been put up for other people to see. And the only pieces I do, absolutely adore are too personal to post – yes yes, the best writing is the ones where you share your soul with others. But I’m not a fan of letting people know what I see and feel, even if they are shown through snippets of poetry and prose.

And another truth is that there’s not enough time to write. Sure, I can make time to but I hate being rushed. There isn’t time to explore, think and take my time in letting ideas form. I’m constantly in a rush to find inspiration, to write the one piece that will make someone stop and say “Wow”. Setting up this blog made me realise that I care more about what other people think of my work more than what I do about sharing my work just for the fun of it.

Starting from now I will use this blog for FUN. I will stop worrying of what people think about my writing and feeling like my pieces get lost in between all the brilliant pieces of writing that I’ve seen so far on here. Cause’, when it comes down to it, my pieces may not get recognition and may be forgotten but at least I can say that I created something. That I took the time to start it, end it, edit it and finish it.

I should be grateful that I can create. And if you can create something that you loved nourishing then you should show it off to the world. Be unafraid of criticism. Regardless of what others think, a creation should not be hidden. It should be seen for what it is and it should fill you with pride that finally the idea has now become solid, for all, but most importantly, for yourself to see.