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There's really nothing quite like having a shitty night out because your friend's stalker ex successfully stalked you and showed up and you got injured while chasing him down the street
to then logging onto tumblr.com and wattpad only to see notifications from people reading the shit you wrote and published just for shits and giggles
every single day i have to remind myself to finish law school so i have a legit education while my soul keeps telling me to pursue writing
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I glorify anecdotes of victory
Of scarcity, living in misery
And surviving to tell the tale
I daydream about mourning
About giving up my dignity
Sleepless nights and hunger.
Just to witness the birth
Just barely grasping a bit
Of what I now have in abundance
Somehow, I miss the need
To hear from another mouth
"That's rough, buddy, that's hard"
Those moments when crying
On paper was neither the second nor the first
But the only nature.
Not making an effort
But a big one to stop
Victimized mental monologue
Undiscriminated, underrated
Sweet, sweet common life
If I could do it again
To be unwell, I say
Perhaps, I could handle it better
This time, I would finish
Just one more broken heart
Only until breaking the glass ceiling
Exchanging life for my dream
Just because now time passes
And my body feels like mine
And my mind is not empty
No headaches, no stomachaches
Not crying alone, not just crying anymore
Can I write every day?
Even if there's no gun over my head
No clock ticking
Telling me I'm about to expire
Can I write just for fun?
Or was it a desperate call
For desperate times
Do I lack what it takes
To simply step up and do the damn thing?
It makes me another addict with a pen
Self-sabotage self-destructive
Heminway morrison and plath
Just to feed the path
But to write , I enjoy myself so much
Makes taking the time feel like a crime.
^^^
I have thirteen unfinished stories
sitting in my drive,
Staring at me woefully
as I begin the fourteenth.
Knowing that this one too
is damned to remain forever incomplete.
Sigh
Ever struggle to write???
Any tips to get rid of writers blocks???
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why is it so hard for me to write a simple plot outline?! I get so hung up on the details. I find it easier to come up with the background and setting than I do with the plot of where the hell the story should go and how to end it. Its annoying. I get so focus on the why and wanting to make sure the story progression makes sense. Like why does this person lie? What’s the context and reason behind the lie? Is it believable? Does it make sense? How should the person react? Who is right or wrong in the situation? Does that reaction make sense? How does fuckin love work again? Shit, I’m too logical, even when I want to just write a dumb scene. This is why I have writers blocks and take 5 years to finish a story. I just want it all to make sense. *cries internally*
Writing prompt
Write a poem to your best friend
