Seven chapters down, who knows how many to go. Is it weird that I don't have a clue how many chapters there will be? If I had to spitball it, I'd say like eighteen. Just a guess. Anyway, it's a great feeling, to be working hard at something I care about. And a lot of… Continue reading Baby Steps
"Thinking of you, wherever you are. We pray for our sorrows to end, and hope that our hearts will blend. Now I will step forward to realize this wish. And who knows: starting a new journey may not be so hard, or maybe it has already begun. There are many worlds, but they share the… Continue reading Dearly Beloved
Another progress update, yay! The writing process is weird. For me, it's like take some notes, really try to visualize it (may take longer than a day), transfer it into prose, go to bed, wake up and read what I've just written, do some tweaking, repeat. Writing a novel is hard. I know what I… Continue reading What Truly Matters
I can see why I got lost chasing places I've never been. I hesitated when I felt your love, too scared of what I'd have to spend. I can't go forward on my own, but I will if it's toward you. Fear can never be enough to stop me from feeling good too.
I don't want to know if you've thought twice about a simply good thing, seeing nothing but the price. Freedom must be free hence the name and time, don't ponder on what's wrong because happiness isn't a crime.
So, quick progress update: I haven't felt this motivated in a very long time. Finally, I'm back in the headspace of almost exclusively thinking about writing and it's fantastic. But I'd be lying if I said I got to this point alone. If it weren't for my friend being genuinely interested in the story and… Continue reading Strength to Protect What Matters
Landslide coming down on me, the bit of sun that I can see is more than enough to ignite my soul and set me free. Countdown til hits the earth, let me show you what I'm worth when I take this worry and the hurt turn it all into mirth. Crawl, crawl if you can,… Continue reading Landslide
I procrastinate a lot. I mean a lot. Of course, I'm referring to writing this novel. Admittedly, I can say I'm procrastinating a lot less than I have been lately but it's still like pulling teeth to an extent. It's like I always just say to myself "I'll do it tomorrow" but tomorrow never comes,… Continue reading Not too much longer
In a melody that sounds much like a memory I found solace in a lyric so fragile yet flawless. Now I sing to that tune and remember that last spring I was afraid and alone but now my happiness is handmade.
Here's some more poetry from my man Langston Hughes. Every once in a while, I pick up his poem collection and I just feel inspired by his writing style. Here's a couple more that I really enjoy. Love Love is a wild wonder And stars that sing, Rocks that burst asunder And mountains that take… Continue reading Hughes Blues Part Three