Hello guys! And happy World Poetry Day! I hope everyone is having a fabulous Monday and nothing is fiercely worrying/depressing you. Life is to short! Anyway, it’s time for another chapter of I’m Wittier In Writing!
For anybody who don’t know, I’m Wittier In Writing is a post fortnightly meme created by me, Astra, so that I could share my trials and tribulations that might have happened over the past two weeks connected to my writings. I just this might be a good place to express my feelings over my writing experience and hopefully these might be a little bit relatable.
Here are the previous two chapters if you missed them:
I have been writing everyday. Well nearly everyday anyway, I kind of let myself slip over the weekends and today, but I actually did write everyday! I am trying put a new schedule of sorts and that includes me writing (well typing) up my first draft for the duration of the bus ride (around fifteen minutes) every weekday morning. It seriously did help me a lot and I think if I hadn’t of kind of pushed myself to do this, I would be really behind on my writing goal. I think I’m kind of obsessed with having an designated seating place to write (which is basically somewhere cozy at home). But if I stay in that frame of mind, my WIP won’t be done for years. I have to face the fact that I won’t be able to have that perfect, comfortable place on demand and sometimes you do have to write on the stiff, bus seats to get through it.
So I’m all good during the morning but in the evenings…it kind of slips away. With my life being as jam packed with stuff as it is now, I can barely make time to do my revision, let alone write! I know there must be a more efficient way to do this, I just haven’t found it yet!
I am loving Twitter at the moment and reading all of the lovely relatable tweets with the amwriting hashtag. I guess it just makes the whole process more real knowing that your not alone. That’s kind of the reason of why I was thinking about going to that writing club. So that this whole process doesn’t have to be a lonely one. I guess the whole writing a story ordeal has to come from you and you alone, but those acknowledgements at the start of books aren’t there for show.
And now for World Poetry day, I will give you an extract of my ‘NaNoWriMo story converted into a poem’ poem. It’s probably the most terrible thing you would of read, but I have to get a tough skin somehow.
Cold as stone
Hard as stone
Pieces of herself peeling away
Though even those are trapped
By the bars of her cage
She is hollow
But the act that sent her to hell
Filled her with a light which could only come from heaven.
It is extinguished now
And she isn’t sure she wants it ignited
Yep that’s all I’m showing! Crap I know but I girl has to start somewhere!
Those are my musings and I hope you found them at least a tiny bit entertaining! Be sure to tell me how horrible that part of my poem was.
I’ll write soon!