The Writing Thread

[Meowi]

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Thanks!

[jaycee]

Nice work Meowi! (And I love the dedication! )
I've recently discovered a liking for Edgar Allan Poe through the Alan Parsons Project. Here's the only story I've read (so far) - http://poestories.com/read/systemoftarr - and my favourite Alan Parsons Project song (at the moment) to go along with it - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHNxBheFAt4. (Quite plainly, I discovered the story through the song - their album Tales Of Mystery And Imagination was a concept album based on Poe's works.)

[Meowi]

Originally Posted by jaycee

Nice work Meowi! (And I love the dedication! )

I acutally wrote it about Stevie and myself. Its about how I hear her voice, singing everday - but never once I have met her.

[daniellaaarisen]

So I wrote this a few weeks ago and I don't really like it.... but I think its something a little different from me so whatever, I can post it.




Untitled

I broke my wrists and broke my spine and
the entire time that I lay in that bed
I wondered how I’d bend—

I wondered if I could melt the lines
off the clock, or the ones
on my face that I saw
in a familiar nightmare. I wondered

if I could still write with my tongue
if my mouth became dry and my
hands became numb. I wondered

if I ever had anything worth writing about
at all. Or if

the fire in my veins and in-
between my legs would surpass the
time I don’t really have, if
the moments of truth
that I keep in my breast pocket
were all that true at all. I wondered

if love beat tirelessly when
the gentle beat of the world was gone, if
the seconds that turned into hours that turned into
days were really as
wasted
as I once thought. I wondered

if I’ll miss what it feels like
to rock a baby to sleep while I am
falling asleep in the arms of my own baby, if
the systematic sway of the numbers
and figures that carry our world
would carry me
to the world beyond this. I wondered

if this world is so great after all,
if beauty can breathe in its own precious life,
if I can outlive all of these moments
of wondering where to begin.

[daniellaaarisen]

Originally Posted by jaycee

Nice work Meowi! (And I love the dedication! )
I've recently discovered a liking for Edgar Allan Poe through the Alan Parsons Project. Here's the only story I've read (so far) - http://poestories.com/read/systemoftarr - and my favourite Alan Parsons Project song (at the moment) to go along with it - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHNxBheFAt4. (Quite plainly, I discovered the story through the song - their album Tales Of Mystery And Imagination was a concept album based on Poe's works.)

Poe is so fantastic. I think my favorites by him would have to be "The Fall of the House of Usher" followed by "The Cask of Amontillado."

[David]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

if love beat tirelessly when
the gentle beat of the world was gone

Beautiful, just beautiful.

[equeen102289]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

So I wrote this a few weeks ago and I don't really like it.... but I think its something a little different from me so whatever, I can post it.




Untitled

I broke my wrists and broke my spine and
the entire time that I lay in that bed
I wondered how I’d bend—

I wondered if I could melt the lines
off the clock, or the ones
on my face that I saw
in a familiar nightmare. I wondered

if I could still write with my tongue
if my mouth became dry and my
hands became numb. I wondered

if I ever had anything worth writing about
at all. Or if

the fire in my veins and in-
between my legs would surpass the
time I don’t really have, if
the moments of truth
that I keep in my breast pocket
were all that true at all. I wondered

if love beat tirelessly when
the gentle beat of the world was gone, if
the seconds that turned into hours that turned into
days were really as
wasted
as I once thought. I wondered

if I’ll miss what it feels like
to rock a baby to sleep while I am
falling asleep in the arms of my own baby, if
the systematic sway of the numbers
and figures that carry our world
would carry me
to the world beyond this. I wondered

if this world is so great after all,
if beauty can breathe in its own precious life,
if I can outlive all of these moments
of wondering where to begin.

I love this.

[Zombie]

^^^^

Seconded.

You've a gift, Dani. Don't stop writing, yeah?

[Sleepless-Child]

Untitled

I broke my wrists and broke my spine and
the entire time that I lay in that bed
I wondered how I’d bend—

I wondered if I could melt the lines
off the clock, or the ones
on my face that I saw
in a familiar nightmare. I wondered

if I could still write with my tongue
if my mouth became dry and my
hands became numb. I wondered

if I ever had anything worth writing about
at all. Or if

the fire in my veins and in-
between my legs would surpass the
time I don’t really have, if
the moments of truth
that I keep in my breast pocket
were all that true at all. I wondered

if love beat tirelessly when
the gentle beat of the world was gone, if
the seconds that turned into hours that turned into
days were really as
wasted
as I once thought. I wondered

if I’ll miss what it feels like
to rock a baby to sleep while I am
falling asleep in the arms of my own baby, if
the systematic sway of the numbers
and figures that carry our world
would carry me
to the world beyond this. I wondered

if this world is so great after all,
if beauty can breathe in its own precious life,
if I can outlive all of these moments
of wondering where to begin.

This is beautiful, I can't even believe you don't like it ! You really have a gift, but I think you already know that, right?
Makes me want to write. Thank you.

[daniellaaarisen]

Originally Posted by David

Beautiful, just beautiful.

I'm glad I'm inspiring you to write some lovely poetry on my Facebook wall, David.



To everyone else: thank you. But seriously, you guys flatter me...

the frustrating thing about art is that I don't know if it's ever possible to be satisfied!

[David]

Originally Posted by daniellaaarisen

the frustrating thing about art is that I don't know if it's ever possible to be satisfied!

Beethoven was often dissatisfied, especially with his early compositions; but was also often very satisfied, as he was with his Missa Solemnis.

[daniellaaarisen]

Originally Posted by David

Beethoven was often dissatisfied, especially with his early compositions; but was also often very satisfied, as he was with his Missa Solemnis.

David, you ALMOST just compared me to Beethoven. The master of all compliments!

[Meowi]

Hi,
I really want to write a novel... But when I start one, I just stop writing. I'ts really annoying becuase I have a huge amount of ideas in my head.

Sometimes I think it's just becuase I am so young
But then, there is this kid I know who has written an novel and that gets me - jealous.

ARRGH!

(Help much appreciated!)

[LittleCharmer]

Originally Posted by Meowi

Hi,
I really want to write a novel... But when I start one, I just stop writing. I'ts really annoying becuase I have a huge amount of ideas in my head.

Sometimes I think it's just becuase I am so young
But then, there is this kid I know who has written an novel and that gets me - jealous.

ARRGH!

(Help much appreciated!)

When it comes down to it, writing is a discipline.. Like any other talent or hobby, you have to work at it to get better. It's a common misconception that talented writers are just able to sit down and write a novel, like *that*.. anyone who's ever tried will know it doesn't work that way and it's often genuinely difficult to even get started!
If you're really serious about writing a novel, why not set yourself a target? e.g. "I'm going to write 200 words a day". Even if what you write isn't for the novel, or it's just writing whatever pops into your head, it's still getting you into the writing frame of mind. Once you get into the habit of writing, the ideas should begin to come at that time every day and you can make your targets bigger and it might begin to take shape.
(I study creative writing at university.. this is pretty much all we do )

[daniellaaarisen]

I agree with everything that LittleCharmer said.

Honestly, literary inspiration just doesn't erupt out of you. I have to either wait around to feel inspired or go force inspiration onto myself. For instance, when I was writing my one and only short story, I went and stood on an overpass at night maybe ten different times. My story partially took place on an overpass, so I would literally just stand there at 10PM and talk to myself. I got a lot of weird looks but honestly? I never would have written that story without it, and I'm actually fairly happy with it now.

So writing IS a discipline-- it takes perseverance, motivation, resilliance. More than anything, it takes a genuine interest in your topic. I have never written about something I don't care about, although I have tried many times (and failed miserably).

With that in mind, if you're going to tackle a novel, don't go into it blindly. Plan out the intimate details of the plotline before you start writing. Know everything you want to eventually happen within the story and get yourself excited! If you have a strong sense of where your story will eventually go, you'll be more excited to eventually finish it. Have direction, and then you will build focus.

Good luck!