Ink, dripping like blood from a fresh wound;
they are blind to the human that hides behind the story.
Pens, carving deeper scars than any blade;
they are oblivious to fires that burn brightly in their wake.
Words, carrying insults that drop like toxic bombs;
they are hunting for a headline to feed their selfish lust.
Lies, spreading like a virus through fragile human hearts;
they are insatiable creatures consumed by soulless hunger.
Those sharpened tongues are aimed right at your throat;
beware the deadly crossfire.
I love the community spirit of WordPress
One of the things I have come to love most about WordPress is the meeting of minds, even if only in a virtual setting. I initially set up my blog because I love writing in all its capacities and thought it was an apt way to further my creative output, plus I had only recently published my first book and knew blogging was a good way to meet other people interested in reading and writing. Meet people I most certainly did and I continue to be amazed by how many exciting projects, generous spectators and likeminded writers there are out there willing to support others. There are people whose work I now admire and advice I value.
Take for example, Mel; a fellow writer and blogger whom I found out about here on good old WordPress, who continues to support my writing endeavours. There is also Morgan, a poet and writer whose work I stumbled upon here and have followed ever since, with her debut novel having recently been released. Then there is Mishka, another highly involved member of the blogging community who today has released three books that I can’t wait to read.
I could go on, but at the risk of being here all day naming great bloggers, I will simply close by saying that I truly appreciate the support of people, however small a gesture may seem and hope I can return the favour by continuing to follow your posts and discover your work. It’s a great feeling knowing we are all in this together.
peel back the layers,
expose the fragile, beating heart.
a stolen breath,
that shield, once strong, unravelling.
Feel the words
flow past your lips,
and carve in me a memory.
Close it up,
shut out the world,
pretend I feel no influence.
they mask the truth;
a tainted core will never heal.
Editing – A writer’s biggest foe
Any writer will likely tell you that the editing process can be both intimidating and time consuming. So often the excitement of officially finishing a manuscript is at once diluted by the realisation that this means we must embark on the painstaking task of revising our work to try and iron out any errors and polish the quality of the content. To put it bluntly, it simply isn’t much fun; completely contrasting with the immersive delight that comes with actually writing.
With several projects I’ve worked on in the past, most notably the first book I released, The Vessel, I got into the habit of editing as I went. Of course there were still major revisions and repeated tweaks to be made once the initial draft was complete but my routine generally consisted of a solid block of writing, followed immediately – or sometimes the next day – by reading over what I had just written and fixing any glaring mistakes such as typos and repeated words. It may have only made a small dent in the overall workload but I liked the idea that I was at least lessening the burden, making it somewhat less daunting when the time came to delve fully into editing.
With my current work in progress however, I have abandoned my usual habit and opted instead to focus solely on my first draft as a means to get the story out of my head, leaving the entirety of the editing to later in the process. I must say I am enjoying the feeling of progression and continuity this has allowed but know I may doubt my decision a little when I have to start looking back over what I have produced.
Do you prefer to edit as you write, or do you leave it all until after your first draft is finished?
I gaze at you with envy,
soaring oh so free,
drifting where your wings may take you,
a chorus from within.
To shake off the shackles of humanity
would be the greatest gift of all,
to join you in the skies
and leave this world behind.
Oblivious to turmoil
and spared of self-made strife,
Mother Nature’s messengers
with purest of intentions.
Alas, I must stay,
but where’s the harm in dreaming?
So fly my feathered friends,
in you our hope lives on.
My latest project is starting to really take shape and rule my writing time
For a fair amount of time after I published my first book, The Vessel, I waited. This was not because I didn’t have other story ideas mapped out already, nor was it because I didn’t want to carry on writing. I have realised with hindsight that it was largely a reluctance to move away from a project I had spent so long thinking about, working on and immersing myself in.
Even when I got a new work in progress officially underway, it took me a while to get that same buzz I got from The Vessel. This was also in part because its progress was repeatedly slowed and interrupted because of commitments to various freelance writing jobs during the very early stages. After a solid week of good progress however, I found myself gripped by that same excitement I felt back when The Vessel took over the majority of my writing time. I now know with near certainty that this new project will be the next thing I publish. Still a long way off perhaps, but exhilarating and motivating nonetheless.
Have you ever felt a subconscious reluctance to move onto a new project? What are you working on now? Do you get a buzz when a WIP starts to take shape?
Shapeless shadows drifting,
obscured by their own darkness.
A whisper in the breeze,
a raindrop on an ocean,
lost, but no less living.
Elusive and intangible,
like hunting smoke with nets.
If you can find the courage
to let your voice go free,
then I am here to listen.