So lately I’ve been off my game, far more than I usually am with my lasy ass self. I’ve been running through the ropes (if that’s what the phrase is coined as), constantly getting anxious about me taking longer than I should due to being infected with the plague-inducing writer’s block and creator’s block. But I take accountability, that the reason why I don’t have all that I want is because I’m not only afraid I’ll mess up through the steps, but that I won’t make it far with this aspiration. So I’ve decided to “reframe the focus” - it’s a new mantra I think everyone should try. It’s like changing the mechanics of reality so that our brain can operate on a different frequency and help us actualize better feelings and productive activities. So by next Friday I pray that I’ll have hauled ass and release this last chapter. Not for everyone, but for me... I’m gonna start (or actually continue) to show up for myself ~ LD •
today has been one of my best writing days of the year - 1,000 written for my novel, 1,146 words written for a short story which is now finished, 365 words written for a summer program essay. to top it all, i reread my words, and they dont suck 100%! only about half ;)
all of these achieved because i put writing as my number one priority. higher than schoolwork. i use my free period to write, and i usually get my words done. because i know that i have to get homework and studying done, but not necessarily writing. i wouldnt recommend this method if you have a load of work - writers have to take care od ourselves, but this is definitely for those of us whose free time could be spent on writing but dont.
make writing a priority, make it a habit. your words will then shine.✨
Blackboard quote continued...
I conclude from the last two quotes that be happy with what your life is,
Its good that we cannot erase and re creat something, let's move on and accept everything as it is without erasing and recreate something....
“Have you stopped writing? What’s wrong?” Those questions were enough. Enough, to make me think;
Enough to make me reflect upon the things I have been going through;
It reminds me of the days, when I used to sit and stare into void.
I feel my body shiver, as I realize:
I have been staring at my notebook for a couple of minutes
Which almost felt like a lifetime. “What’s wrong?”
I wish I could answer that question. I wish!
I wish I had an explanation; Even if it were a vague one,
But at least an explanation. At least to comfort my mortified soul.
Maybe the ink in my pen wants to revolt.
Maybe the pages of my notebook hate being scribbled on.
Maybe I am losing myself to the hands of Fate.
I know! I know what you are thinking. I know you are trying.
But somehow you are unable to. Take my advice: Don’t even try,
You won’t be able to decipher what I am trying to say.
I don’t want you to read this. I don’t want anyone to read this.
I stare at my pen. “Why am I even writing this?” I think to myself.
I think I should stop, or else I may indulge too deep;
I don’t want to enter those secluded corners of my mind
From which I have forbidden even myself for years now.
I can’t anymore…
Did you know that 81% of American’s want to write a book?
BUT less than 3% actually do it!
What are the other 78% doing?
They are making excuses:
"I don’t have time."
"I don’t know where to begin."
"Nobody will want to read what I write."
"I am not a strong writer."
Don't believe all of the misconceptions
about book writing.
Regardless of what is going on YOU CAN DO THIS!
You can do this because you have the desire burning inside of you.
Don't use time as a crutch for avoiding your published author dreams!!!
Hi! I am Nicolya, I was in the majority once.
I spent YEARS saying I would write a book, but every time it came down to it, I just filled my mind with all of the reasons why it could never come true.
But one day I decided....I was sick and tired of being sick and tired! I dreamed of writing my first book for years! It was time to stop dreaming, and start doing!
After actually writing my book I realized
that the only thing truly standing in my way was ME!
Maybe you're feeling the same way.
Are you sick of falling victim to your own excuses?
Are you tired of hoping and wishing and
ready to make your book your reality?
Writing your book is the chance to get your story out into the world.
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• | unwanted thoughts leave my surface as soon as I absorb your vibes.
Or may be I consider them less.
A dimension you show me of us,
The eyes you trap me in,
Some words that disperse through our hands,
The waters we dive and never get to rim,
All these matters like breathe and soul,
Or may be I consider them like bliss | •
When I look into the mirror, I see a girl of average height. She isn’t really skinny, but she isn’t necessarily big, either. She’s normal. Often, I wonder what she sees when she looks at me. When looking at her, I can always immediately appreciate he curves and the “tiger stripes” that are forever present just above her hips. I want to tell her that they are beautiful. But when she looks back, I can see the disgusted awe on her face, as if to say that these are not tiger stripes but purple vines trying to grow long enough to become a noose around her neck. She says these are not tiger stripes but battle scars from the war against her own body. She doesn’t think they are beautiful but instead a constant reminder of the seemingly ever increasing three-digit number. I wish she loved them and can tell that she is trying. She traces them all the time; that shade of purple is now her favorite. She is trying, but it is hard to learn to love what you were taught to hate. She’s tired of hating this body. I am tired of hating this body. It is that of a goddess’s. This body is a temple dedicated to me, and I only require weekly sacrifices of chocolate. I want these vines to grow to the ceiling, and those who oppose will hang from them. I have no more time for your hate – for my own self-hatred. I look into the mirror at the girl – at myself – and I say, “I love you.” #selflove#tigerstripes &vines #nyc#poetry#newyorknewyork#manhattan#poet#prose#writing#writersblock