It’s another day where I’m just hanging against the wall. You don’t notice me as much as you did when you first put me up here. You look at me from time to time, but the looks are fleeting. All you do is poke and prod at me when you need to. It hurts. It always does. Those punctures will never heal and you just seem to keep at it. There are times where you impale your unknowing and innocent victims against me. You’re a monster, but I love you and I’m here to serve only you. Other people have impaled other victims on me, but I resent that. Only you have the right to be near me.
No matter how painful some days may get, I still long for the moments you stare at me. The satisfaction I see in your eyes as you rearrange the victims on me. I feel loved when you fill me with your impaling instruments. It just means that you need me and I’m here to help.
Ahh, the life of a cork board is not that easy. I pity those papers and those pushpins really hurt. My mind is twisted at times, just hanging here, waiting to hold your important notices and be of use.
What a sad, masochistic object! Haha.
Be inspired everyone! That was my challenge for the day!
Alright, another thing. I am terrible at poetry and I have no plans of doing any of the poetry challenges. Instead of a poem, I’ll be making short stories or blobs of things I can consider as “creative writing”. Moving on… today’s challenge!
Her blue eyes shined through the dreary grey that surrounded us. High school is a bitch. It’s the worst time to be awkward and a loner. She was one of them, the outcasts. The dull weather did not help the low feelings showing in her eyes. I observed her from afar because I was an awkward loner as well. It’s not that I was a stereotypical geek or nerd. I kept the athletic half of my high school life away from the spotlight and the academic half for all to see.
Enough about me.
Mistrust, it’s the one thing I’ve always seen in her eyes. I’ve always wondered why that was so. I learned she was a transfer student during our freshman year, but still two years later, she’s still alone and miserable. She walked along the halls like a ghost. No one ever noticed her or even pushed her aside. It was like she did not exist to anyone, except for me. I wanted to know her, but I was too afraid to talk to her.
It was after class and like everyday, my mind was focused on her. I went to the unused auditorium located at the far end of our school. I spent my afternoons there whenever the drama club had no productions to work on, which was not very often. It was one of my rare escapes. Luckily, someone left a guitar on the stage. It was one of my guilty pleasures. Only my family knew that I played the guitar. They were all too familiar with my fear of performing.
I held the guitar in my hands, feeling the smooth wood and the tight strings. I closed my eyes and started to play. In my mind, I could see her. Those blue eyes, the soft brown hair, and the delicate face were what filled my mind as I listed to the twang of each guitar string I plucked.
As my fingers slowly came to a stop, the images of her faded away into black. I was left with my own thoughts and the guitar in my hands. I felt the longing for her. It was driving me mad, but my own fears and insecurities held me back. I sighed, opening my eyes and putting the guitar back where I found it.
“That was beautiful.”
I turned around with a snap, not expecting anyone to be in here, but I relaxed when I was met with a familiar pair of blue eyes. The blue eyes I’ve longed for so long.
I hope this was acceptable for my challenge entry for the day!
As writers and soon-to-be published authors, what dreams or fantasies do you have?
Personally, I would daydream about seeing a book I wrote in the hands of one of my idols. They don’t have to be writers just as long as I admired them, someone famous or well-known. It would be one of the things I really don’t imagine happening. It’s lame for a daydream, but I think any of us would faint at the sight of Ms. JK Rowling walking up to you and asking you to sign a copy of your book for her. I think these little fantasies help us to push ourselves to write and get a little step closer to getting our books on those bookstore shelves.
I’ve been pretty blank with what to blog on and I’ve just been having “brainfarts”, but I’m glad I’m not blank on what to write in my books. I’ve been writing a lot and I hit the 50,000-word mark on my second manuscript. I feel good about it.
Just keep on writing. Be inspired.
I am nearing the end of writing another book. It’s still a couple chapters away, but the end is in clear sight. Everyone knows the saying, “It’s not about the destination, but the journey.” Well, this is another challenge in writing. Some of us immediately know the end of a book we’re writing. I currently know the desired end of the book I am writing and now I’m worrying about how I get to the end. The journey to the final page should be something great and unforgettable.
I can feel the excitement of almost finishing another book creeping up on me. By finish, I mean to finish the first draft. It’s my second baby. The first one took its first step, but stumbled. I’ll get it trying again soon along with the second one.
I hope everyone is having a good time and progress with their books.
Each word we write is a step closer to adding to the world’s art. Be inspired everyone!
…I was actually bored these past two days. I was working on my report since Saturday and only finished last night. It took a while because I had to make a presentation and being as indecisive as I really am, I made a PowerPoint and a Prezi. Haha. Sue me for being too OC, but at least I finished it all.
I’m a bit annoyed that I could not get any writing done. I actually miss working on my stories and I’m craving to do so. But of course, even though I’m aspiring to be a published author one day, I have to focus on my schoolwork. I think I have nothing to do today, but I’m sure something will come up (and just as I’m writing this, things are coming to mind).
I’m still starting on The Psychology of Creative Writing, but here’s a writing tip (from Writing Tools).
Build your work around a key question.
It’s the real reason why you are writing a story. You don’t start something that goes in random directions and with no end in sight. That’s what we have real life for. I’ve been wondering about how series novels go. It appears that they have a key question that runs throughout all parts of the series. It’s obvious in some, while hidden in others. Is it okay to change key questions as the series continues? Does that mess up the readers?
Well, let’s just make sure we’re not writing all over the place.
I’ll be posting this weekend, I hope. I have a lot on my plate this week.
Inspire and be inspired!
…I end up doing my requirements so I can pass my subjects and get that Master’s Degree. I guess it was good that I got bored. This was my dilemma the whole month of January. I was either doing homework, reading, or writing. I finished reading the books I got for Christmas long before January ended, which got me bored really fast. I’d have bouts of inspiration and writing tons, then it’d be gone, which was a bit annoying, but of course only natural.
Anyway, because I’ve got no other novels to read and my mind is taking its sweet time in throwing up words, I’m starting to read creative writing books. I’ve currently opened The Psychology of Creative Writing. I’ll be sharing whatever I learn from it and maybe stay on track with my writing tips from a novice writer to another.
Please, if you can recommend good books on creative or novel writing, share them right here. Also, don’t hesitate to share any good novels, I’d love to discover new things to read.
Be inspired and inspire as always!