Anne Sexton, Suicide Note, The Complete Poems / Maud Hart Lovelace / Unknown / Unknown / Edgar Allan Poe / F. Scott Fitzgerald / Al Bernstein / Unknown / John Keats, To the Ladies who Saw Me Crowned / Louisa May Alcott, Little Women / Frederick Seidel, June, The Cosmos Trilogy / Unknown / L. M. Montgomery / Iris Murdoch, The Italian Girl / Unknown / Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 16 June 2019 / Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath / Scout Clementine / James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal
You know what? Maybe the iceberg on top is how much words there are on the paper. But you wrote that entire chunk of rock. Because a word is not just a word. With every sentence you weave, you are conveying a multitude of meanings, you are juggling different characters with different agenda’s, you have pages of background info rolling around in your head. After writing, the iceberg may just be two characters having dinner together and talking about their spaghetti for a full paragraph. Yet beneath the surface you have written two characters carefully scanning each other’s reactions for any sign their dinner-date is in love, too. The iceberg might be a stiffening of character A’s stance, a look, the balling of fists. But you know the trauma that happened when A was sixteen and you have been digging and groping for the most subtle and yet most right way to convey that. For every action you write, you have written thoughts, discussions, motivations in your head. For every scenery you have plannend a country. Even if you only write a hundred words per hour, you are writing half a life. And your readers might not see the entirety of your work. But as they admire the iceberg, part of their awe will come from sensing something vast and enourmous underneath the water.
working on my Sheith fantasy au and it’s… going. slowly
one of the reasons why "what if people went on a road trip and it was weird" is one of the oldest story types is that a lot of sense of personhood has been, historically, tied to place. the weird road trip says "what if we went somewhere else, where no one knows us, and tried out being a different person".
Odysseus, the famous liar, goes on a weird road trip & over the course of it becomes several different people, and then comes home & is all those people as well as himself, wearing the echoes of those other people
I worked in a sportcentre where I was sort of bored all the time, so once I was reading the businesscards of my boss when the phone rang. I still had them in my hand and as I picked up and introduced myself, I used my own first name but my boss’s last name. She has a common last name, so it wouldn’t have been a problem. The only thing was: it was my boss calling. And she knew my actual last name.
I worked with toddlers and pre schoolers for three years. Sometimes I accidentally slip and tell a friend to say bye to an inanimate object (“say bye bus!”) & occasionally they unthinkingly just do it.
The Boxer by Mumford and Sons except playing in a late night train that’s nearly empty but for you, while you watch the rain out the window and drink your complimentary hot chocolate.
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i’m looking for more writing mutuals! i’m interested in mainly fantasy & poetry (but if i like your writing genre doesn’t really matter) so reblog this (onto your writing blog & tag where you follow from) if you’re following me & i’ll check you out! i’m not really following many writers and want to remedy that in 2019.
Yes! Thanks! I love these children. Well, the protagonist, Tungsten, he’s the sweetest guy. He has just joined this band of traveling magicians and artists (the Elements), and he’s trying so hard to fit in. His biggest wish is quite simple: he wants to belong somewhere. But the antagonist, Espen, has his eyes set on the Elements. I don’t want to spoil how and why, yet! Espen isn’t brutal, but the end surely justefies the means to him. And he really believes in this end. By threatening the Elements, he forces Tungsten to help him spy on the very people Tungsten would love to call his friends. Poor Tungsten is going to feel pretty guilty for a while.
does anyone want to come tell me about their wip or their ocs? im procrastinating hard here lads
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis // @i-wrotethisforme // Jorge Louis Berges // @smokeinsilence //@viridianmasquerade //Jorge Louis Berges // @honeytuesday // Kaveh Akbar // F. Scott Fitzgerald // AKR //Olivie Blake, from “Alone With You in the Ether” // Kaveh Akbar, Pilgrimage
For Tin: If you've ever had any 'paranormal' experiences, which ones stand out the most? (Sorry if this is kinda irrelevant to the world, I'm not too familiar with your WiP yet so I don't know how prevalent paranormal occurrences are 😅)
Tin: I’ve never met a ghost, if that’s what you are asking. But I don’t see why everyone insists on hanging out in empty buildings and graveyards all the time. I prefer to not take the risk of getting into a fight with something I can’t shoot.(There is magic in my world, but this is not experienced as ‘paranormal‘ by the inhabitants. Though the paranormal does not really exist in this world, it is reffered to as ‘the occult‘ and some people do believe in it).
This blog will combine three things I love dearly: writing, talking about writing, and aesthetics. So if you have an amazing OC for which you crave an aesthetic moodboard or Instagram page - tell me all about them, and I will make you one! After all, every writer needs fanart.
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