#writersofig

you forget your size, you fold your shining edges, to make others rest.

you were born for more, to fill air with your real voice, to stand, not to bow.

you deserve full light, you are not an apology, take your space, stay whole.

1 - Make a chapter out line as you go, so if you need any sort of information about what's happened in the book, you don't have to scroll through each and every paragraph you wrote.

2 - Your first draft is not Your published book, you're gonna have to revise it and edit it a lot over the while, so Let it Suck. It'll turn into a second, third draft, and published book in the end.

3 - What matters is that you wrote, not how much you wrote. Try to set a daily number of words for you to write, that way you get consistency and it gives you a routine to follow.

4 - Remember that many books have been written, many with the same premise, but by different people. If you worry that your idea is too average or too oversaturated remember this:

5 - Don't make scenes too long, dont detail what you don't need to. If your character is going to develop via an event, detail it where needed, don't detail every little thing because it makes the scene unnecessarily long.

i sit in a navy blue t shirt

with inoperable wounds

desensitized

yes

i should’ve danced with him at prom

my mother should’ve treated me

like a human being

you should’ve been ready to marry me

before seven years elapsed

but it’s all for not

i lose

and lose

and keep losing

A power outage traps two strangers in an elevator together.

A accidentally sends a text meant for their ex to a wrong number, and the recipient, B responds.

Two people both reach for the same book at a bookstore, striking up a conversation about their shared interests.

One person accidentally spills coffee on another while rushing to catch a train, leading to an unexpected conversation.

Two acquaintances from high school years ago end up sitting next to each other at a wedding reception and bond over their mutual dislike of weddings.

The rush in your veins,

The racing of your heart,

Things that people call butterflies;

But the love I found was nothing like that,

He was like a fine wine getting better with age,

While I was like a bird rotting in its cage.

He was full of calmness inside,

While I was like a turbulent storm;

Talking with him was all I needed to feel alright,

And his shoulder felt like home;

When he was with me I desired no more,

Because love is found in comfort;

Not in chaos.

Saumya Thapliyal