There are so many grains of sand they can not be counted.
I can’t find any words to write though.
So much desert, so little to say.
I am in the desert, the words have deserted me.
Plan with me April Journal Layouts
Plan with me as I sort out my April journal layouts. Moleskine diary, Leuchtturm Bullet Journal and my morning pages, morning thoughts journal. Monthly and weekly layout thoughts and a return to my Iconic Essay Journal for the blog.
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I hate you Friday Fiction Writing Prompt
I looked at you and felt every cell in my body react. It was like an allergic reaction, my body unable to cope with your presence, or unwilling.
This week’s Friday Fiction Writing Prompt is about explaining why you really, really hate someone. Now I know that all of you reading this will find that difficult. You are all such loving and wonderful beings, the thought of you not liking someone, let alone detest them is anathema. Yet that’s today’s prompt.
Being able to describe how someone feels about someone else is key to storytelling. It enables the reader to understand the dynamic between your characters. Even characters on the ‘same side’ don’t always get along, and this can have interesting implications for your plot.
Explore how this ‘other’ person makes you feel. It will be a test if you really like all people, to try and get inside a character who hates someone. You will need to try and twist the positives you know and understand and turn them into negatives. Why do they hate them? Has something happened in the past, by this other person or someone else in the narrator’s backstory? Does your narrator hold prejudices?
No restriction on the rhyme and reason for the hatred. See how far you can take the narrative. But remember it is only a story, it is only fiction. No one in the real world really hates someone… do they?
No word count, just write and have fun.
The Steam Punk Rides Again
I try to wake up, to feel alive. I attempt to bring my body and soul together, in agreement, for the day ahead. It cracks. It groans. It sounds, and feels, like an old steam engine. It is more contraption than a biological entity. A worn out and tired old steampunk.
Many years ago it had energy, beliefs and causes. It stood proud against conformity. It rattled at the oppressor. It bellowed toward the indifferent and traditional. It sought a different way.
Oil the joints, Stoke the fire
Slowly the contraption stirs into a more acceptable state of affairs. Levers lift, valves restrict or open and energy begins to flow. Pumps push vital needs and gifts around sealed systems. Movement becomes possible. I have potential.
The signal is green, the track is clear
I lumber forth. Bit by bit I increase my metabolism and speed. As far as I can see, the way ahead is easy to navigate. There are no points to manage and no obstructions bar my way. Yet, I keep my eyes open for the signs. I look for the signals that warn of danger, that tell me to slow or wait. When did I begin to listen and look for safety advice from others? When did I begin to follow the tracks without question?
The smoke belches toward the sky
I sigh as I move on. It’s a journey that takes energy. Some days it takes a whole lot more. It takes a little bit of the very being that I am. Every day a little less of me attempts to travel. A little less of my soul, my essence, my reason, joins in. And rightly so, what’s the point when the track is carefully laid out in front?
Exhale, and breath in again
or
jump the tracks
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Seeking creative perfection in the vernal equinox
Today is the Vernal Equinox. In the northern hemisphere, it marks the beginning of Spring. Along with the September Equinox, these equinoxes are of interest to this creative minimalist. They are boundary markers. They mark the end of Winter or Summer and the beginning of something new. But I like to envision them as moments. A perfect moment of balance. A perfect moment captured.
The equinox is the brief moment before the tipping point. A moment when there is no change. A moment when everything is balanced. Just balance. Equality. A brief moment of perfection perhaps.
I know perfection doesn’t exist. As a creative person I struggle with that fact. Everything is in flux and everything changes. Even if we could capture perfection it would not last. To capture something in a creative moment, capture it perfectly, is a subconscious dream that is regularly a conscious nightmare for this creative.
To know that perfect balance exists, however briefly, is a lovely thought. Perfect balance at a single moment. A snapshot of time. An equinox.
It’s a thought I hold and offer up each and every equinox. It’s a moment to give thanks, to offer gratitude and be grateful. Moments of balance, perfect balance, exist. They are brief and pass, but they return. They exist just like the brightest summer day or the darkest winter night.
A wise person once said that there is nothing knew under the sun. Balance has always been there and always will. I give thanks that it is.
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