I'm gonna start a new thing. I find awesome articles about writing all the time, and I'm going to start sharing them here in my journals and then hopefully get a discussion going about them in the comments.
First up, this article from writerswrite.co.za shared the result of a study examining different ways 2,000 writers overcame writer's block. Some are pretty standard, but some of their ideas are definitely outside the box. Check it out:
I'm a personal fan of cutting the internet and breaking out one of my many fountain pens for a good, old-fashioned writing session. Sometimes jazz helps. But what do you think? Have you ever used any of th
Sometimes I feel so alone--
Lost and wandering in the dark--
It feels like all hope is lost
Like even God has moved back.
In frustration I cry out,
“Lord, Where have you gone?”
“I’m here, right with you,
I haven’t ever gone away.
I am waiting right here,
Just come close to me.”
I hear whispered in the dark.
Sometimes the stars are blotted out--
Lost and wandering over the waves--
How can I find my way alone
Without any type of guiding light.
In fear again i raise my voice then hear:
“I’m here, right with you,
I haven’t ever gone away.
I’m waiting right here,
To keep you from gett
I pray each day
I trust the Lord
I believe he hears
Through it all I cling
Yet I wonder each day
Am I strong enough?
Through trouble I pray
Through good times i pay
I try to keep my thoughts--
Both absent and present--
Only on His strength,
But am I strong enough?
I trust Him for my needs
Though perhaps not for the wants,
I know He will supply needs
But what about the one thing,
That treasure I want deeply?
Am I strong enough to believe.
I believe He can grant this,
I have seen and I have heard,
How he has granted others
This very same treasure.
I know he can give this
But am I strong enough to believe?
I will get that mouse,
Just you wait and see!
I will get that mouse,
He won’t escape from me!
Wait! There is is!
Pounce! Aw, I missed.
Back to waiting,
This meal will happen.
Back to waiting,
Just watching him fatten.
Wait! There he is!
Pounce! Shoot, i missed.
I will crunch him down,
This will be a great meal!
I will chomp him down,
His fate is sealed.
Wait! There he is!
Pounce! The chase is on!
Scamper little beast,
I am faster then you!
Scamper little beast,
Your minutes are few.
No! Don’t go back there-
Pout! I will not loose!
Back to waiting again,
Patience is all I need.
Back to waiting again,
His actions I can read.
Th
She thought he loved her
He said it all the time,
Yet she can never do enough.
What she does is always wrong.
Can’t he see the heartbreak
His harsh words cause each time?
Can’t he see the falling pieces
He has chiseled from her heart?
She thought that he loved her
Back when they were quite young.
Back then there were warm words--
Now there is only cold insults.
Can’t he see he is killing
The girl he once held dear?
Can’t he see how she is falling
More to pieces every time he yells?
She thought their life together
Would be filled with happy times.
She lounged fireside beneath her favorite throw, basking in the birth of autumn. Raising a glass of warm cider to her lips, she sighed and lazily reached to scratch her tabby cat beneath the chin. “It’s a good day to read, isn’t it?” she said. He blinked slowly and purred back at her. “I thought so.” She took another sip of cider and opened her book to the familiar scent of crisp paper and the anticipation of another page.
I opened my eyes to a beautiful face, but she wasn't smiling.
"Good morning, Sunshine," she said totally deadpan.
I grinned, but something about my face felt off. Literally. Reaching up, I felt what was left of my cheek. The sticky blood and protruding bone should've sent me into fits of nausea, but I felt nothing. I groaned. "I always knew I'd end up a zombie."
"Welcome to the club." She held out a hand to help me up. "It's not so bad. No, wait. It is."
On my feet, which thankfully weren't broken, I looked around. Nothing to see but small mountains of rubble and a smoky sky. "Where are we?"
"Oh, this? It's just a little simulation I lik
Come, my friend, let me sell you a wish!
Just tell me of your heart’s deepest desire;
I have vials of potions all quite rare.
Whatever you wish I can grant it,
All you must do is step forward and pay.
Do you wish for the wealth of kings?
Do you wish for money to buy your dreams?
Here is the potion, see the golden glow?
Just drink this and you will have wealth.
The price for this is small, I promise,
It costs only your friends--you can buy new ones.
Come, my friend, let me sell you a wish!
Just tell me of your heart’s deepest desire;
I have vials of potions, all quite rare.
Whatever you wish for I can grant it,
All you must do
When I was a senior in college, one day of my Christmas break was not like the others. That day, I sat at the kitchen table with my father and gathered the courage to ask, "What was she like, my mother?"
A spark lit in his gray eyes as he slowly set down his newspaper. "Your mother, huh?" He thought about it for a while, and the spark grew into a flame. "When I looked into her eyes, well ..." He paused, staring off into space. "I saw the sky," he said softly. Then he looked right at me. "She lived like she'd just won the world at a carnival. She held everything by a string and spun the stars on her fingernails, but it never made her happy. N