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A bust for the week for me in writing; though I read many wonderful poems by Litnetters.
Did not win either of the two forum poetry contests I entered that ended this week either (the field was too deep, and I had too little coin to bribe).
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
update: 2-short ditties written after posting this: This week already looking better
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tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
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My writing week has been very productive thus far. I started writing a novel that I have had in my head for quite some time now. It's a historical fiction set during the period of the Norman Conquest in 1066. So far, I have written around 7 pages.
Just finished "Talking to Filet Mignon", posted in another thread. Most weeks I don't finish anything, so I guess this one's alright.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
i havent written anything new for a while. its sort of depressing. hopefully this is just a phase.
This week I am mostly ....... feeling frustrated by the static.
I consider my self a writer, not that I am particularly good at it, or because I have had anything published...yet.
But I must be a writer because I am being driven slowly mad by it.
It is hard to explain to someone what writing is like without sounding a bit crazy.
When I write the good stuff, the stuff I am pleased with, I never feel like I have written it at all. It is like I have written down something that already existed somewhere in my head. I liken it to there being a radio in my brain, now and again I accidently tune into a station that just reads out stories, I write down what I hear coming over the radio. Obviously I have to muck about with it a bit, but I am always amazed when this voice pipes up and begins to dictate a story to me apparently out of thin air.
See I told you it all sounds a bit mad.
But the worst thing is the frustration.
See I can't force the radio on to the "story station" it just randomly tunes in when it feels like it, at all times of the day or night. But maybe worse than that is the fact that I can't switch it off either. When the voice is not speaking there is static.
And that's the most frustrating sound in the world.
Terrible writing week. I've got four stories on the go, and each one needs a couple of hours of work before they're done. Since Monday I've worked on them for about... hmmm... seven and a half minutes.
It's those heavy nights over at the Bloke's Thread http://www.online-literature.com/for...ad.php?t=43406. They've got me all disjointed.
However, a woman I thought I *MIGHT* date tomorrow night just gave me the brush, so that Friday feeling will all be invested in writing. At least that's the plan.
Regards
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine...
Ooo I must rant more often, I managed to finish one story last night only to have another one come through strait after
Interesting! Would you happen to involve the Byzantine Empire sometime, I'm fascinated by Byzantine history.Originally Posted by Venerable Bede
This week has been a strong writing week for me. After wasting the last few months only writing for the newspaper and wishing I was an actual writer I've buckled down and wrote.
I've try to block out two hours of every night to sit down and write. The time fluctuates nightly depending on homework or my energy level, but I've averaged about a hour-and-a-half of straight writing. Normally I free-write for the first half-hour and then move to writing fiction, my true passion, for a hour.
It's amazing how productive I'm getting by forcing myself to do it. Getting over the initial hump of procrastination has led to exciting things, and the more I write, the more addicted I get. It's fun, rewarding and tiring, but I'm hoping this routine sticks or else there's not much hope. I've spent too long wishing, and not a lot of doing. No more waiting on the sidelines.
"Smooth seas rarely make skillful sailors."
Sorry, but the story takes place in northern England. The Byzantines may get a brief mention since many English fled there after the conquest but most of the book deals with the peoples of Britain. I'm thinking of posting the first chapter up to get some feedback if anyone's interested.Interesting! Would you happen to involve the Byzantine Empire sometime, I'm fascinated by Byzantine history.
I have written numerous poems this week. But one special poem is my masterpiece. Thanks... That poem is now on its way to a very special friend.
A masterpiece?I have written numerous poems this week. But one special poem is my masterpiece. Thanks... That poem is now on its way to a very special friend.In such case the friend will have to read it several times
As a side comment, it's good to realize that some people are still capable of valuing other people, whereas the whole opposite always comes from the least expected person. That curious thing called 'betrayal'...
Oh Max, I am sure my friend will. But I mean it's my masterpiece, not a masterpiece... I do hope my friend isn't expecting perfection. YOu know me Max. I don't write perfect. I write from my heart. Sometimes the heart can be broken, sometimes it can be completely shattered. But there is always room in this tiny messed up heart for a dear and special freind.A masterpiece?
As a side comment, it's good to realize that some people are still capable of valuing other people, whereas the whole opposite always comes from the least expected person. That curious thing called 'betrayal'...
No person worthy to be called a friend is ever expecting perfection. What one expects is respectful attention and consideration, which is quite different from condescending, as many people often believe.
What really matters, Mary, is that the words you wrote will be surely read several times and will be somehow replied. The point in doing something for someone is that "the something" doesn't fall in the void. That's what counts.
And once again you have made me smile a smile of contentment, that can only be found in the heartfelt response from a friend. Thank you my dear sir.
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