Can you write a love story if you have never been in love? You don’t want to be waxing lyrical about flutters and aches without any certainty on the subject. My hunch is that falling in love hurts. I think that it is terrifying. I love things and some people, but I have never been … More Doubt; the anti-muse for the unpublished writer.
Instant gratification is not good for creativity. I got nothing.
*Every once in a while, I take a moment (usually when I should be doing something urgent and important) to look through my trusty notebook and see what unedited gems I came up with when I wasn’t paying attention to whatever was happening around me. An earlier post can be read here Scribbles and rants. … More Scribbles and rants
It is one am in the morning and dead quiet in my stuffy little room. Tonight is the night, the plot must move on and there can be no more excuses. The laptop sits on my thighs which are covered by a duvet. In that last sentence lies the problem, I blushed at writing thighs. … More Late night pains
I love dark romances. Not because when most responsible heterosexual women who happen to be responsible adults go ‘ugh, he has a neck tattoo’, I go ‘Jesus, Mary and Joseph he has a neck tattoo’, no. I like the dark romances because the climactic heart-breaks are horrific. When a criminal or biker or werewolf or … More When I’m famous
By the skin of my teeth, by a hair’s breath, by the thousand fervent prayers my mother told me counted. Living, being, not going into a homicidal rage. Always just close, close enough. A ripple under the skin, a bump below the surface. I will not be a wave, I will not be a … More Before she went boom
There is a moment of panic when I realize that it is not there. I try very hard not to lose my shit in class. I’m already late, there is no need to be loud as well. The image of it lying on my bed, forgotten for the first time comes to me. Closed and … More Security blanket