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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personal, writing, Writing Intentions

Writing Problems

There’s nothing more frustrating when you’ve finally got yourself into a writing routine, the determination has never been so strong and the motivation drives you with so much force you wonder where it has been hiding all your life. And then life gets in the way and your writing goals go out of the window. Which, is what has happened to me in the past month.

Trying to juggle writing with life is exhausting and I seem to be daydreaming more about writing then I do actually writing. I’m hoping to get my act together in the next few weeks and properly plan my writing days without any distractions – hopefully nothing new pops up to hinder me, as seems to be the problem these days.

Right now, so I don’t get too down about it, I’m setting myself a few short term goals;

●Make progress on the poem I’ve been asked to do (unexpectedly by someone who hates and doesn’t understand creativity so this is a proud moment for me)

● Write small pieces of poetry down when I can and any plot details

Hopefully things will be back to normal soon for me.

creative writing, original piece, poem, poetry, writing

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.

creative writing, flash fiction, original piece, writing

The Demons are After me Again

The demons are after me again. I’ve bolted the door, this time it’s steel. I learned later rather than sooner, but that couldn’t be helped.

Demons are tricky. They take away your rationality and cover the clever bits in your brain. They make you believe that you can’t function without them. That you are dependant on their presence as, without them, no one else would care. Your brain would only contain your thoughts. A negative voice is better than no voice at all. A party is better than being alone. Something is better than nothing, right?

The walls wobble, the floor shakes.

I can cope.

I

can

cope.

My eyes blur but I’m not afraid. I stand with my back against the door, my room rumbling, crumbling.

“I can cope.” I whisper, as the door explodes against my back, wooden splinters clawing at my skin.

As if I could ever build a steel door.

original piece, poem, poetry, writing

Pulses

Swept

in the magic of no endings and beginnings

limelight centres hushed chants

reigning the rhythm

glittering glamour confines

tantalizing, shimmering, romantic

smoke wraps around leaves

breathe in the bittersweet electric

plucking strings, tapping drums

an undetonated bomb swaying

flirtatiously, recklessly, gleefully

limbs fluidly clicking

to each demanding beat.