Obviously I don’t have any followers or any traction, but that’s okay — this is really just a reminder to me why I’m doing this. I’m giving myself a year to do something that I love, and posting the things I write to a random blog space is the first thing I could think of. . . I’m not doing this for attention or to make money off of it, I’m doing it because it’s my passion. Creating things is my passion, the things I write about are literally held in my soul. . . And even if no one ever reads it or if everyone hates it, if I never figure out how to get myself out there — a more productive or cohesive way to create, then that’s okay. At least I tried? At least I tried to take a step towards something other than the mundane life I live?
Anyways, feel free to comment or send in ideas or whatever
Edit: all of my creations are from my soul, I’m sharing them in hopes that you’ll either see why I love them so much or give me constructive criticism — not so you can steal my work. I give no permission for anyone to borrow or copy or whatever. . .
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It’s pretty eye-opening when you realize everyone you meet is just a person. . . Just some guy. . . Just some girl. . . She’s struggling with cancer, he struggles with nightmares, they’re going through a messy divorce — and all of them have to save face during the workday in order to be taken seriously.
And all of them have had first loves, all of them have had the chicken pox or the flu, all of them worried about being enough at one point— all of them have weird quirks like being double jointed or their birth mark is a blonde patch at the back of their head. . .
They’re just biding their time, enjoying their lives—hoping that whomever they come across isn’t someone they have to survive. . . The greatest love language there is—is to give someone rest, I realize. Everyone just kind of wants rest.
I had a tattoo client ask if I ever used AI to design tattoos for me. Man I spent the better part of a decade doing shitty bit work as a graphic designer and now that I have the space to do whatever I want, I'm gonna let the computer generate random garbage for me? What next should I have a computer that eats my dinner and fucks my wife?
I feel like people get so hung up on the results of a thing that they don't appreciate that the process of making it is, actually, enjoyable.
It's like if you have a friend who likes to bake, asking if they'd like to just buy cupcakes from the store instead of making them. The end result of the cupcake is secondary to the joy you get from having made cupcakes.
Art isn't a slog or a chore or something I want to avoid. Art is fun. It's rewarding. It feels good to do it. You may as well be asking me if I want the AI to watch television for me, it doesn't make any sense, I'm not participating and would gain nothing from it.
So the anxious, overprotective parent in me feels the need to drop a dime.
I cannot say this strongly enough: PROTECT YOUR WORK. Don’t rely on anyone else, or common decency, to do this for you. There is an entire branch of legal practice devoted to arguing about intellectual property (frequently short-handed as IP) rights. If there’s an entire branch of legal practice devoted to arguing about a thing, it means that it’s important (and often, that there’s big money at stake).
A few good strategies to protect your work/IP:
1) KNOW YOUR PLATFORM. Every platform has different rules. Some have more robust IP protection than others. Here are Tumblr’s:
HOWEVER (AND THIS IS IMPORTANT!!): other platforms do not necessarily have the same protections. I regret to say that I have personal experience with this as far as Discord and other DM services go; DM services have almost no protection, even with date/time stamps, while most blogs have protections akin to Tumblr.
2) Put all of your OC–art, writing, whatever–under a Read More tag. This ensures that if you ever choose to delete it, it really disappears from Tumblr, because even people’s reblogs won’t have the text–only a link to an abandoned page.
3) Limit how much OC you share. I know, this is Writeblr, sharing is kind of the point. What I mean is, don’t share long, continuous chunks of text. I’ve learned over time to keep it to 1-2 pages (~300-800 words).
4) This one is a kick in the head, and I’m sorry: there are people who have no qualms or scruples about stealing the hard work of others. The law of averages dictates that some of them are on Writeblr. My life experience outside of Writeblr tells me that wolves wear sheep’s clothing, and I see no reason to expect that would be any different here.
This is really so very important and so good of you to share, @typewriter-jade
Unfortunately all of the above is very true and the advice shared is probably the best advice you’ll get for keeping your stuff as safe as possible.
Please do take the time to ensure that you work out a plan for how you want to share your writing. It took me a while to find a process / plan that works for me and makes me feel comfortable about sharing my writing.
This might be unpopular but I’m not going to use simpler vocabulary in my writing if it’s out of character for the narrator. If my POV character is a botanist, he’s going to call a plant by its name. If you don’t know what it is you can either Google it or move on just knowing it’s a plant of some sort.
I don’t like this trend of readers being angry that not everything is 100% understandable for them. I want my characters to be believable as people and sometimes people use words people outside of their field will not understand. That’s not a bad thing.
You don’t have to understand every word to get the gist of what’s happening. I’m not going to slow down an action scene to describe every weapon because someone might not know them by name. They can just assume it’s a weapon because that makes sense in the context of the scene.
I just had a debate with myself over using the word mezzanine, wondering if I should describe it instead. Ultimately I decided the character would call it a mezzanine, and therefore readers could look up a new word if they didn't know.
It's how I learned words like myriad as a seven year old reading Lord of the Rings for the first time, why would I steal that experiance from someone else by simplifying language?
my favorite thing relevant to this is when a dumb character uses regional or obscure words completely casually, but i have to look them up. To me it's a big weird word, but to the silly town drunk in a story what else are you supposed to call that thing??
anyway, read outside your culture as well, even if it's just the state/city/country next door that you've never been to. you will expand your vocabulary substantially.
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This is an extremely frustrating trend to watch happen. Indie writers already work so hard, and there's nothing they can do. Amazon doesn't give a damn, they profit either way.
Please download Libby if you want access to free ebooks that were legitimately purchased by a library. Hurting people like this means they can't afford to write books.
circling back around to the issue of writers being expected to do all their own goddamn marketing via social media these days, because it completely nixes the possibility of writers being weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, or misanthropes. 80% of the literary canon was written by weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, and misanthropes. if you weed out everyone who’s the wrong kind of insane to maintain a twitter presence, who on earth is left
i heard a talk about this by a terrific mystery novelist, John Straley, titled “In Defense of Misanthropes in the Arts.”
I’ll never forget him sharing his candid fear that authors like him, authors who did not want to post on Facebook or Twitter, authors who wanted to be curmudgeonly and left alone, were being steadily squeezed out of the writing world as publishers foisted more and more promotional work directly onto authors.
Not everyone is cut out for the spotlight. Not everyone wants to be their own hype man. Not everyone presents well in 280 characters, especially in a space they don’t even want to be present. The time suck, the scrutiny, the punishment for making a “mistake” -- all this extracurricular work is so different from actual writing.
Make room for weird reclusive shut-in eccentric misanthropic artists and writers. Don’t forget those voices are worth your attention, too.
It’s such a lie to feel like we can’t survive on our own, when we do it all the time. My spirit is at peace and feels strengthened, it knows something I don’t know. . .
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In both I’ve fallen out of rhythm with how life is truly supposed to be; I’ve lacked the balance that true peace and strength are supposed to give you
I thought both would fix me? Save me? Heal me? Were the answer to all of my problems? I realize I’m bigger than that. . . More complicated at least. . .
Suicide is selfish, for sure — I’ve scared a lot of people, but truly it was just to escape the noise and all of the pain that being extreme about either love or God could never save me from. . .
This is my lowest low, lower and further than any mental breakdown or panic attack or regular attack has taken me — further than any bad relationship has pulled me. . . And it’s a nightmare I’m forced to wake up to everyday, despite being reminded constantly how bright I am, how bright of a future I have, how I should be happy. . .
I wish I could sit here and write about multiple subjects, I wish I could be a better friend or lover that makes people feel seen. . . But I’m stuck and I have been and I’m going to get myself unstuck, for sure because I don’t want to ever be here again.
Obviously my problem is that I’m always in my head, I’ve become very self centered and blind — probably — I can’t even see how bountiful my life is, or recognize what to do with it so it flourishes the way I want it to . . . Just let me deal with the shame of my scars and noise in my head without having to explain it over and over and over again. . . So I can do what it is I want to do and be the person I want to be. . .
P. S. If you’re struggling, don’t wait until you have 6 breakdowns over the short span of 2 months — and you wake up feeling like a monster scaring everyone away — to do something about it
1. My hair is growing back and it’s back to being thick again
2. I’ve been taking vitamins so I feel less fatigued all of the time
3. My credit score is back up, my savings are looking good too — even after I go on an upcoming trip
4. I passed my classes without my GPA absolutely dropping, thanks to my wonderful teachers
5. I’m soon to be engaged to the love of my life, whom I should’ve never left but I’m thankful — he never left me
6. In my humble opinion, I think I look sexy “overweight” and I’m feeling that “I’m hot stuff” feeling — but I am still working on my nutrition so I can live longer, keep my heart healthy — possibly avoid the micro plastics that could cause cancer. . .
7. I love my family now and my past trauma doesn’t seem so scarring anymore — we hang out, we talk, we cry and I don’t feel anxious about conflicting with them
8. I can hardly see the self inflicted scars let alone my acne scars so maybe this water drinking and vitamin taking thing helps idk
9. I’m learning to enjoy being alone, more and more — just enjoying my own bubble and my own life and my own company // in some ways I wish I hadn’t hated it and avoided it so much growing up, because now I have to interact with others 😂
10. I seriously don’t think it’s all that deep — doing things my own way for a year beyond my family, my exes, my community wasn’t super great (obviously) but it did teach me to ask hard questions and it opened my eyes to how many people actually know how to answer them
11. I still really really love my job — we just did a concert last Friday that lasted three hours — bro 👀 those old people can dance — and they’re full of so many stories. I love It.
12. I did delete a lot of my social media accounts and stop talking to a lot of people — but it wasn’t out of depression or devaluing them this time, it was just one of those. . . I love you, but i think we’ll both be happier without each other — things
"Uh-huh. We have ten dogs, all pretty much different breeds...six of them are my babies (I named em and picked them out)” Her big yellow eyes bug out, “—but the rest are my buddies, do you wanna go see em?" Jade ushered the camera man along before he could respond, wine glass in hand.
"There's Spartacus, he's a Doberman — then there's Maximus —“ she spins around, kimono making her seem like she’s got wings. “—those two are a pitbull bulldog mix, he's blue nose though so he's not too swoll.”
Maximus huffed and snorted.
“Then there's rocksteady and bebop, our twin harlequin Great Danes.”
They were Aleksander’s buddies, not babies, his buddies. Aleksander bathed and groomed them by hand, setting aside time twice a week to thoroughly groom them. Beyond that they follows him around the house, around the property, went with him on trips. . . You’d think they were teacup chihuahuas and not massive Great Danes. . .
“And then there's Kazbah my hippie dog, he's an akbash, they live in the mountains and herd sheep and kill mountain lions. . .” She threw herself over the fuzzy dog, combing through the silky fur.
“I’m turning forty in August. Three kids, full time job. All my kids are under the age of seven. The amount of mental energy it takes, you know, juggling all of them and the constant questions about nothing. I mean, mom is busy, please, just give me a second. My husband tells me that it’s just the season we’re in. We’ll get back to it. But I just want it to slow down so I can pause and breathe. Everything just changes so fast, you know? When you’re a little kid, and you turn into a teenager, it’s like: ‘Oh, I’m changing now.’ But you’ve been coached. You’re prepared for it. Then you go from teenager to college. That’s a big change. Then from college into your twenties, still changing. But at some point you kinda feel like I’m an adult, and I’m done. But you just keep going. It’s like oh shit, no, no, I’m going to keep changing. And these aren’t like the earlier changes. These aren’t the ones you get to plan for. Well some of them are, like: ‘We’re moving to a new place.’ Or ‘I’m going to get a new job.’ Those you can be ready for. But as you get older shit starts getting thrown at you that you’re not planning for. Dodgeballs. And you’ve just got to pivot. And all of the sudden you realize, that moment in time, right before the dodgeball, that was the last time you saw the old you. And you didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
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write for yourself. put your fantasies on paper. no one knows what you are writing. no one knows what's in your head. no one is going to write it for you. if you don't write down your ideas they will disappear. if you are too scared to write your thoughts then don't write, try something different. if writing is the only way, get to writing. no one else's opinion matters. no one else's opinion will ever matter
this isn't about sharing or posting your work, btw. this is just about writing it at all. BUT for things you want to share....someone is waiting for your story. your rarepair. your bizarre self-insert oc. your ""cringe"" obsessions. someone out there wants to find it and go "yyeeesssssssss thissssssss! finally!"
even if your thing is so niche it's only that one person, you just made their day? they will replay your story in their head for years. stories i didn't even like come back to me at random times because i learned something from them or they evoked an important emotion. sometimes they just used a word in a way that stood out to me, so now i use it that way too.
you never know! you cannot imagine how much someone might want to read your ideas! hell, they don't even know until they read it!
What’s your love language? Or maybe, what could someone do today to make you feel loved?
Also, you’re such a muse; inspiring to reach the wave length you’re on or have been on. Muah*
I really appreciate that as I’ve been in a very withdrawn mood lately — just been obsessing over One Piece. . . I think people just showing up for me//being considerate or thoughtful is enough love to be honest. Even if I don’t reply, I love that I’m still being thought of and considered. That’s enough for me.
Cheers X
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