#writingblock

Dine with me, in somber candlelight

Pretend with me, that all is fine

Fantasize with me, that all is grand

Disillusion me that all is in line

That I shouldn’t lose my strand of sanity

That you actually want to be a sort of savior

That I’m not alone

At a table set for two

worked on: “Spooky Boarding School” 

I began working on this on Sunday as I watched a movie and wondered: “what if that old, haunted house were turned into a boarding school?”  It hasn’t consumed my thoughts ever since, but both times that I’ve sat down to write since then, I have at least opened the document.  But today, I added at least two-thirds of a page onto the existing text!  It might not seem like a lot, but I actively tried to describe and convey emotions and to show instead of tell (this is a larger, more important concept than I have time to explain rn).  I’m more of a playwright than a general fiction writer, so describing everything can be a little daunting for me.  I never strike the perfect balance: everything is either too much or too little, so tonight I tried to find that balance.  

It can be discouraging or even frustrating to do so.  I often can’t think of the right word or combination of words and open another document until I can find something else.  So far, this has been very helpful.  It gets me out of my original mindset and keeps me working on more than one thing at a time.  The more I can move away from something and revisit it, the better I will be at attacking it when I return.  

I only wrote for about ten minutes for a couple of reasons: one, my dad got home from work late and I wanted to talk to him for a bit.  Two, I’m feeling very tired, and while I want to push myself to write as much as I can, I don’t want to be falling asleep at my nine-to-five tomorrow.  And, three, I have a headache and it’s all I can think about.  

overall success: (on a scale of Loki, from Avengers to Dark World) this was a solid Dark World right now.  Maybe a Ragnarok (with the first of the two bonus clips, of course).  I didn’t write for very long, but I did some fairly solid work in that time.  

listened to: the golf channel with my dad

munched on: exactly nine coffee flavored peanut M&M’s

It hurts to see you with her,

after all the sacrifices I made.

I moved here for you,

I gave up my dreams for you.

Late at night, 

I wiped your tears for you

and rocked your shaking body in my arms.

I stood there at your worst and your best.

You played rugby,

I shouted for you,

at the top of my lungs.

Fear of it all tumbling and shattering always looms

Yesterday everyone sat in black caps as graduates

Today we sigh in gloom and look to the moon