I’ve been hearing a phrase that I don’t like lately and I think it’s even more horrible coming from a writer’s mouth. “I need…” Why do I hate this? Because it sounds like desperation. I sounds like a task or a chore. Writing shouldn’t feel that way. Not at first, especially. You don’t need to… Continue reading Pep Talk and Tips for Writers With Low Self Esteem
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Am I a good writer?
You're not a real writer if your writing isn't literary. If you don't stay up all night bent over a keyboard or notebook, hand aching. If you dwell in the fantastical and impossible, instead of augmenting the real and important. My entire life I've been a writer and yet I've spent my entire life doubting… Continue reading Am I a good writer?
5 ways to nurture your creativity when it’s feeling low
Set a timer for 15 mins and write whatever comes to mind Even if it’s The boy went to the shops to buy some sweets! Maybe something interesting will end up happening to the boy! Don’t force things that aren't working in terms of your current work in progress, but write random things and you… Continue reading 5 ways to nurture your creativity when it’s feeling low
Journal entry: feeling creatively meh
I haven’t felt creative lately. I mean I’ve been writing for my uni work, sure, and it is flowing more or less when I sit with it but I don’t feel very engaged. Excited? Sure? I don’t feel the urge to write my novels. I don’t feel excited for uni to finish so I can… Continue reading Journal entry: feeling creatively meh
Winter Road – Short Story
A distant moon, behind ominous clouds, painted the night; snow falling in thick clumps upon the houses in Birmingham. Kate knew this would happen. She whisked around her small apartment, hopping over the clutter on the carpet to switch off her electrics. But she always forgot something, perhaps this was why there was a familiar… Continue reading Winter Road – Short Story
Born Again (poem)
Limp leaves slip slowly While I reach out to catch A moment of clarity: I have not composed a poem In many months. Pregnant is my pen Ready to birth a new era Of limitless creation. I will not sever my hands From my wrists, again I will write. I will write. I will write.… Continue reading Born Again (poem)
A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Today the sun defied the rules of winter Bursting through the clouds in disobedience 'Let me shine,' she sang 'I have done my waiting!' How fierce she is as she first strikes And you realise how much you missed Something in just a single moment. The rays penetrate my windows, A gentle hand warm against… Continue reading A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
A letter to my writing buddies
You’ll get there one day. I can’t tell you where “there” is but your version of it is coming, as long as you don’t give up, that is. Everything you write might seem wrong right now. That’s okay. Or maybe you’re not really writing; it’s just notes here and there. A jumble of chaos. That’s… Continue reading A letter to my writing buddies
Journal entry – a dream
I have a dream for my life. And yes, it is a dream and not a plan, for I fear it will never come to be. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live,” but perhaps Dumbledore never possessed a dream as beatific as this. A dream of peace. A dream… Continue reading Journal entry – a dream
“Exposed” – creative stream of consciousness/journal entry
I’m not myself. It’s like the skin has been peeled away entirely, leaving exposed muscle and nerves and fragile bones. A simple gust of wind and I feel it all over, rubbing against tight strings of ligament barely holding me together. I ache. How long have I been like this? As fragile as a glass… Continue reading “Exposed” – creative stream of consciousness/journal entry