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I have not met my writing targets for the past two months and that disappoints me a lot. Between work and school writing often takes a backseat. The worst part is that even when I do have free time, I usually either spend it resting or seeing friends. I do not want to sacrifice any of the things I am dedicated to or enjoy, and maybe that makes me greedy. I want it all. I want the freedom to do as I please, when I please. Those are lofty dreams, though. So, for now, I am going

My honest struggle with procrastination while writing my debut novel Merla. I explore how my environment, fear of failure, and perfectionism can lead to writer’s block—and how I’m learning to overcome them. It’s a personal look at breaking unhealthy cycles, building better habits, and choosing growth over guilt.

So January is almost over and I have vowed to write 5 chapters a month until my book, 'Merla', is done. I'm half way through chapter 4 right now. That means I'm going to have to write an entire chapter in one day. Tomorrow. Honestly my biggest issue with that is not at all that it's impossible I write fast and I already know what I'm doing because I plan extensively. My biggest problem is really that I get distracted at the drop of a hat. If I could sit down and spend a work

In a tiny boat on giant swells, the home to monsters below, sits a little man with dreams enough to fill the deep. Brave he is for the monsters below crave dreams uncorrupt. Their giant tails provoke great waves and fiery breath heats the sea. Yet, on he rows. A steady procession to distant shores. His dreams are undisturbed, safe in his heart on his tiny boat. The question now arises, much like the looming tide: should one fear the monsters or the one who fears them not? Oct

Writing a novel is a crazy undertaking. You have to have at least a little bit of insanity and a lot of ego. I, for one, have both in abundance. Jokes aside, right now I'm three chapters into my first draft after starting on December 31st. Merla follows the story of a young woman navigating the growing threat of miasmic beasts while everyone else buries their head in the sand. I've set her story in an alternate version of our world, where WWII was interrupted by the creation

A.I. isn't gonna stop a good writer from writing.

Sad, sad little girl trapped inside a woman's body, moaning the name of her captor, too afraid to grasp the future by the horns. Sad, sad little girl trapped inside a mother's body. Her daughters will never groan. They will grasp the future by it's purple horns. 27 October, 2022

My ongoing love affair with words stuns me to silence. I capture them inside my head and hold them hostage. I let them stew, ferment. I let them age into wisdom and become more than what they were. A beautiful metamorphosis that eclipses the natural and verges on the supernatural. Then I spit them out, in hopes that their venomous sting will bring us closer together. Nov 29, 2022 This poem was pulled from my notes app and was accompanied by a bit of journaling which I've incl

My first post!