Writing As A Means Of Self-Expression
There’s plenty of people who know me. They know who I am, they know what I do, they know why I have bouts of sudden ‘I can’t do this right now, go away,’ and they know that I can come off as cold or unfeeling when that isn’t my intent. I’ve always been this way, and I suspect I will remain this way for the rest of my life. However, over the last year or so, I have come to enjoy writing. I pick random topics, talk about a variety of different things, and I keep going even when I’m not entirely sure what the hell I’m doing.
Because of this, I look for outlets. I’m not good at expressing myself. I’m analytical and logical, my brain operates on a more ‘black’n’white‘ basis, and I tend to piss off a lot of people without meaning to. I can express myself in writing with greater success than I can with words. It’s one of the reasons I write.
Truth be told, I know I’ve been neglecting my blog.
I’ve been neglecting my readers and followers.
I don’t know what to write, these days. My creativity has taken a hit. I’m static, at the moment. Everything is fuzzy and grey, the world is blurry, and my thoughts are a mess because I can’t, for the life of me, figure out who I want to be. I don’t know what I want to do, what I really want to do, but I do know, without a doubt, that I want to write.
I write fanfiction. I write fiction. I have moments where poetry flows from me (and all who read it seem to like it well enough). I take classes online through the Mystery School of the Goddess, and my insights there seem to be liked well enough. I’m a writer. I write. I know this is the one thing I am good at, something that I excel at, and I want to keep pushing forward with it.
Like I said in my last post, I’m working on HubPages. It’s going well, I’m enjoying that aspect of my writing, but I like to tie things together. While I can’t upload what I have there onto this site (because that would be considered plagiarism, in a way), I can leave little tidbits. Kind of like a sample. For those who do like what I write, I’ll leave a link that’ll open the rest of the article on a separate page for your enjoyment.
The Silence of the Night
Shadows danced across the ground, the city sleeping as a hundred-thousand souls rested, unaware, of the subtle, preternatural shift that was occurring. Streetlights flickered, the bulbs flashing rapidly. Rain fell in waves, leaving the asphalt as black as the abyss spoken of in the Old Books. A lone dog howled in the distance, its call fading into nothingness. Iris listened, knees tucked against her chest as she rested upon the window-seat overlooking the half-dead yard stretching out behind her father’s house.
Dark, looming shadows swayed along the edge of the fence on the edge of the property. Iris could see them, watching her house, always silent, as their too-long arms emerged from the dark, inky mass that was their bodies. Their hands disintegrated the moment they touched the boundary, the black, inky substance vanishing into the darkness around them.
This was the third night they had appeared on the edge of her father’s property, their sudden interest in her home boding ill for her family. Iris tightened her hands around her knees, drew her thick, soft blanket tighter around her shoulders. Her father, he was likely still asleep. On the floor. Drunk stupid, a part of her snarled as she watched another of the Shades reach for the fence.
Continue Reading: When Stars Fall
The above is a small part of the full story, and I do hope it’s something you liked. I had a great deal of fun writing it. I’m enjoying writing, a bit more than I did. I might have a hard time piecing together how I feel, but I have an idea on how to move forward. I can do this if I try hard enough.
Soon enough, I’ll be going back to Metro for Massage Therapy.
This is a choice I made, one I think I will stick to. It won’t be easy, given I have to drive half-an-hour to get to class four days a week. I’m also looking for a new job, once that is in the same town I’ll be in school at. I tend to do well if I can keep my mind occupied, so I think this will work well for me. I have an idea of a few places I’m gonna try, but it’ll be an ongoing process until everything else is underway.
There’s a lot to work on, for all of us. We all must do what we love because that’s what makes life worth living. Writing is what I enjoy. Due to that, I’ll go all-out. Now I just got to think of various topics and ideas and thoughts to share with all of you that you’ll enjoy.
I also plan on using the dictionary for a ‘Word of the Day‘ since the DailyPress doesn’t do prompts anymore. That’s one thing I miss, as it gave me something to write every time I checked the Prompts page. It’s something I would like to do again.
That’d be fun. And that’s a lot of words. I could do phrases, too…
As is, I have a lot to consider! What about the rest of you?
What do all of you think?