Writing Prompt #2

Write about a person who gets stuck in an elevator on a very important day. Who is it? When does this happen? What happens?

This Week, The Trend

More writing has been accomplished for today. I'm on a roll. It's really all about self-discipline and motivating yourself to do it. If I don't motivate myself, it won't happen. But, now I'm on chapter eight and I'm pretty sure I know where to go next, it just may take some tweaking here and there to get it to that point. I don't want to have a story that drags on and on.

On a different note, I applied for a writer's job at a non-profit organization. Of course along with a bachelor's degree they require at least two years job-related experience. It's all they want these days. Experience. I don't have that much said experience but I do have that very expensive, spiffy English degree, people. 

I am a writer. I have experience as a writer. Maybe not in the professional sense they are requiring, but I do know how to write properly. I know how to do research. I know how to do things. But, of course, there are probably people out there who have that experience they are looking for. That's how it is. But I applied so I can't say I never tried. Again, I get so frustrated with how things have worked out. The disappointment is getting stifling. But I keep on going because I'm young and that's what I have to do. That's life.

One day, I will get recognized for my writing. One day, people will notice what I'm doing and it's going to make a difference to so many people.

Writing Prompt For The Day

Close your eyes and think back to one of your happiest memories. Write about that memory, using as many descriptions as you can.

Onto Chapter Seven....

It feels really great to be able to say that I'm not on chapter seven of my novel. Things are progressing rather well but of course, we'll see how I feel about that once I'm on the rewrite stage.

My characters are also progressing and hopefully they are standing out on their own. I like to develop strong characters that people either love or hate. There should be no in between. Their emotions should be felt by the reader. Their anger, sadness, love, betrayal....everything. Writing holds no boundaries. I'm just going for it.

I was given some advice the other day. Just don't hold back and go for it. You won't achieve anything if you don't do something. If you have a passion for something, then don't hold back.

Which brings me to my most recent post. It was more of a rant towards those who refuse to believe in what I'm trying to do because it just doesn't make sense to them. It's not doing what others are doing. I'm trying to express my own creativity and some people don't understand that. That was what I was trying to get at it in my last post.

To be a writer (or whatever you decide to be), a person really needs to let go of all insecurities and just be who you are. Put your heart and soul into what you do. Who cares what anyone else thinks? Just be you, you know?

Now I'll get on to writing chapter eight. :)

Believe

The frustrations of doing this are mind blowing. The stress of it all is out of this world insanity.

I understand that some people just don't get it. They don't get the whole novelist idea. The desire to be something where you can create a whole different world and characters to go with it.

I'm just trying to accomplish a life-long dream. I'm merely trying to do something I'm passionate about. I'm not doing this just to pass the time. I'm not just trying to get attention. Because let me tell you, most people could care less about this whole thing. It doesn't concern them. It's not apart of their every day lives.

Is that what frustrates me? I would be lying if I said it wasn't a part of it. Sure, I want to be noticed as a great writer someday. I want others to take note of the struggles I have to go through to accomplish this because I feel it matters. It all matters. I just want people to look past the superficial part of their lives and look deep into themselves and realize their own dreams. To go for it. Stop being afraid of who you are and what you really want in life. I feel it's all worth the fight to get. To be truly happy. Writing is what makes me happy. It's sad to know that there are people out there who haven't really realized what makes them happy. They may think they know but really don't. They're wasting away, trying to find the next fix to make them happy.

I don't even know where this post came from. It's almost two in the morning and I should be in bed. I have to write in the morning....

New Poem

Here is the poem that I wrote the other day.

Hello Loneliness

Your body disappears like a wisp of smoke
Through my fiercely clenched hands.
Turned so white at the knuckle.
Desperate and confused,
My heart pounds faster as I watch
It all evaporate into nothing.
All the memories and laughter,
The many tears and the anger.
Nothing will ever bring you back
There are no words I could express
No tears that I could cry.
I would give the world to see you once more.
To see your bright smile,
Your smiling joyful eyes.
But there is nothing I could say.
Except for goodbye to you.
And hello to loneliness.

It's still a pretty rough version but this is the jest of it. Concerning my novel, I still haven't really written anything on it but I have done some editing. And I have thought about scenes. Hopefully, tomorrow, I can get my brain around to writing on it. We shall see.

One of These Days

I didn't get any writing done on the novel today. Still feel kinda crappy and worn out from being sick last week. But I did manage to write a poem today. It kinda came out of the blue. Gotta love moments like that. I'll try and post it tomorrow once I polish it up.

Yesterday, I also managed to work on a bit of the screenplay. It surprised me that I even opened the document, much less felt like working on it. This screenplay has left me feeling so hopeless and confused on so many occasions but I'm not giving up on it. It's like my baby.

So I guess I was more productive on certain things than I thought.