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Daily Lit Deviations for July 12th, 2013
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Not EverythingA card falls to the groundNot Everything1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
much slower than a penny,
even taking Newton's law of
gravity into account.
And there isn't a name
for that green-violet color,
just before nightfall.
You can't explain the reasons
ice is slippery, or put into
words that rush of awe you get
standing at the lip of the
No one knows why cats sit
on top of boxes, or why
warm rain feels good when
it hits your upturned face.
There's a reason your mother
packed all her things and left one
day, but she didn't tell it to you.
Science can't do everything.
The Myth: Writer's BlockNeil Gaiman gave this example: (though I've embellished to make it a story.)The Myth: Writer's Block4 years ago in Writing More Like This
So my doctor came into the office and told me "Sorry, I don't feel like treating you today."
I asked him why.
He answered, "I have Doctor's block. I just can't see the point of putting bandages on you now."
If your doctor got stuck on your disease, I bet you would be really happy if he took the day off and said, "Sorry, I can't go on! I fail as a doctor!" You must be really happy seeing your doctor leave you behind in the office staring at him while you feel like you are dying.
What a good doctor does when he's not sure is to research the answer and consult with other doctors on the answer. He comes back to you with an answer that he (or she) thinks is reasonable through knowledge. He doesn't take the day off and write on his blog "OMG I have Doctor's Block and I can't treat this patient. What am I going to do?" and expect an outpouring of sympathy.
Neil Gaiman said we don't get Writer's block, we just get stu
pebblesthe sifters discoverpebbles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
among other flaws
lack of imagery,
absence of flow,
and scatter of adjectives.
deciding my poems
are nothing but pebbles,
paper and pen;
send me packing underwater.
for the moment
i get by
using squid ink,
i might imagine
or that a starfish
sees my work
march 21, 2012
Date a girl who drawsDate a girl who draws.Date a girl who draws2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You know the one. Her bag will be filled with discarded pencils and pens, scraps of paper with mindless doodles on them and blank books sticking out of her bag. She's the one who spends an hour trying to find the perfect sketchbook, only to pick up three more because she just couldn't help herself. She's the one hunched over in the coffee shop, rain or shine, the gears in her mind turning and turning while her hands move to catch up with every idea she has. She's the one who's too focused on what she's doing that her coffee's gotten cold and the people around her peek over her shoulder but she doesn't realise.
Compliment her drawings.
Ask to see more.
Turn the pages carefully, gently. Look at how hard she pressed the pencil into the page, the failed drawings, the successful ones. Look at the careful lines, the messy ones, the ones that give the drawings life. Linger on the pages you like but don't touch the drawings. Look at them carefully. Remember them.
UnreadI found my own book in the local used book store. The one I spent half of my life writing. The one that spent two years in the editing process. The very one that I autographed for my lover and found in the fifty cent bin of what used to be my favorite book store.Unread1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Cogito ergo sumShe sits at the typewriter, speaking her story as she types - her voice echoing in the room, caresses the walls. Legs crossed and still, her fingers tap a tango of a tale, clack like mysterious heels down a hallway. She is enrapturing and I wish to say mine but I am hers. She toys incessantly with my head, with my hair, with my coat collar, snaking her ink-stained fingers down over my heart.Cogito ergo sum1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Shall I break it tonight, sweet?"
An interruption in her story - my story. Sometimes she talks to me as if I were in the room.
I am in the room if she places me there, if she tugs the strings above my knees to sit me down in the empty sofa chair.
She tilts her head and clicks her tongue.
"You're too nice." Speaking to herself now, her eyes wander over the pages splayed along the floor in seeming chaos.
"Should have killed him when he was most deserving of it." I am rarely a wicked man, darling; besides, you guide my hand with your twisted and ever clever mind.
ProcessWrite something.Process1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Go on, already.
You’ve got plenty of ideas and time to
kill, don’t you? You’re supposed to be
creative,you’re supposed to
be linguistic, you’re supposed
to enjoy this process.
Hurry it up.
Just go ahead
and enjoy it, already.
Clocks are ticking, you know.
There’s an awful lot of stuff
you could be doing right now:
studying for your SATS,
practicing for voice lessons,
conjugating Spanish verbs,
reviewing band music,
graphing absolute values,
finishing that 3-to-5-page-doublespaced-epic-with-five-marked-examples-each-of-alliteration-kenning-and-caesura-to-print-out-and-hand-in-by-noon-tomorrow…
But that’s not what you’re doing,
now, is it?
Oh, no, you’re just sitting,
typing a constant stream of words
that don’t really connect,
don’t quite follow any mode or meter,
watching them stumble slowly
TransitionMy blankets are knotted around my limbs, tangled and sweaty, mixed up with limp hair and cold, coiling skin. The pillow is smashed between the headboard and bedframe. I can hear my eyelashes scratch on the sheets.Transition1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I try to untangle myself with cold fingers, shuddering arms. It's hopeless. Tugging the corner up to my forehead, I shield my face.
The blankets on top of my face are being plucked, the threads skimming my nose and cheek.
"Hello?" I whisper. I try to force my legs out of their skeletal curl, but they stiffen against the cloth resistance. The silence stretches but does not break. "Hello?"
I push the blankets off myself, heaving, the bones in my elbows pushing towards my eyes. Finally released, I pant, focusing on the blue, night-lit eyes of my childhood self. The bruises around her eyes and down her neck highlight her pale hair and the untarnished portions of her face, turning her into a strange nighttime mask of pain and innocence. I have no pictures of her, we took no
Tips for the Messy WriterWhen the Muse StrikesTips for the Messy Writer2 years ago in Writing More Like This
I don't know about you, but most of my ideas for writing come to me in the shower. There I'll be, rinsing the shampoo from my hair, and suddenly a line flits through my head - a line so beautiful, so perfectly balanced between the universal and the personal that if I do not capture it immediately my muse will torment me with silence the rest of the year. Generally this situation ends with me haphazardly wrapped in a towel, running down the hall past the rest of the household - who have now learned to politely look the other way - to the dry erase board on the refrigerator where I can scribble out the thought before it evaporates into the ether.
If this is a situation familiar to you, then you may be what I call a messy writer. Messy writers are those for whom organization is not always advantageous, or even possible. This short guide offers five rules I've discovered help keep me on track once I've started a writing task. I hope you'll find them h
Found Poetry and Black Out PoetryFound Poetry and Black Out Poetry: Tips, Tricks, and How To'sFound Poetry and Black Out Poetry1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
The most common misconception is that found poetry and black out poetry are the same thing. In actuality, they are very different methods to achieve the same effect. Found poetry consists of rearranging words, phrases, and possibly even whole passages taken from different sources and reframing them as a poem. There are two different types of found poetry: treated and untreated. Treated poems are when the words you take create poetry that is dramatically different from the sources you gathered your words from. Untreated poems are when the words you take create poetry that preserves the original meaning of the source(s). Many who study found poetry attribute the origin of the form to the French Uruguayan poet Isidore Lucien Ducasse (1846-1870) in his work Poesies. After his death, the technique of found poetry
Why Read?It's something we've all heard many times before, 'If you want to be a great writer, you need to be a great reader.' We're advised to read whenever and whatever we can, and there are plenty of guides to help you up your reader's word count, but it's not always clear why we should be doing so. Well in this editorial, WritersInk will be providing some answers.Why Read?1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Let us not forget that reading should be an enjoyable experience, and that can be considered reason alone to pick up a book (or click on a literature deviation), but for the aspiring writer there are a few more benefits to consider.
“We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.” -- Jules Verne, Journey to the Center of the Earth
Reading is an inspirational experience. A good story or a well-told poem is satisfying to read in of itself, that's why we started writing them in the
Publishing Resources ListMake sure you the news article!Publishing Resources List9 months ago in Personal More Like This
So you've written something freaking awesome. You've edited a million times (and if you haven't, turn around and go do that. Right now). You think you maybe want to take the leap and try publishing something. But you have no idea where to start.
Well, this is a good place to be.
This the journal where I'll be keeping a running list of all the publishing resources I find, both on and off dA. Most of it will probably be related to literary journals, since that's the stage where I'm at in my literary career, but I'll add things about book publishing as I find them.
If you ever find a great resource, or if you'd like to request something specific, please leave me a note in the comments.
Also this journal is probably going to be super-messy and slightly badly-categorized for the first few weeks, so if anything looks out of place and/or you can think of a better way for me to organize this, please
Wings"If I didn't know better"Wings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She said, "I would say you have
Not the thin faeries wings,
But birds wings.
For after all,
There is something bird-like in me
A thinness of my bones,
We were twelve,
And though she laughed,
I caught her staring,
Assessing the sharp points
Of my shoulder blades,
And when she found me
Alone on the field,
Fear welled up in our eyes.
We are nearly grown now,
And while magic still runs
Hot in in our blood,
She has been through too many
It crops up as a joke, my wings.
"Maybe when you get your wings,
You can stop taking the bus."
She thinks we are joking,
But what else could drive me
To make morning bird-cries
In the lavender spring air?
And why else, when she found me
In the fog,
Were the birds singing
Of a sister flying home?
FemininityI’m a girl.Femininity1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
When I was young, I was taught being a girl had something to do with whether you sat down or stood up when your bladder was full and which of the bathrooms you went into when you were at a store. In kindergarten I was informed that it had something to do with the “parts” you had, after a classmate pulled down his pants during Show and Tell to show us his favorite underwear, and before the teacher could grab him managed to explain that girls couldn’t wear it because they didn’t have the right parts. And when I was six, someone in the third grade (two years older and still confused) told me that girls have long hair and boys don’t and that’s the difference.
As a first grader, this was enough for me. I was a girl, my brother was a boy, and according to Melina, all the boys in my class had cooties, which were like germs but only boys could get them. I didn’t buy it.
In third grade, I met a boy who had long hair and one of the girl
The Unseen Artist The Unseen ArtistThe Unseen Artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His music pours out from the deep crevices of the world
Embracing all and allowing all to listen.
Literary equivalent of speedpaint"You’re taking too long on that edit."Literary equivalent of speedpaint1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I’m being thorough."
"Well, don’t be so thorough."
"Really? But I’m your most thorough editor. It’s good for your reputation!"
"I don’t care! Just get it done."
"But… My brain will explode. Gray matter everywhere. A little lobe of prefrontal cortex, right there… sliding down your forehead like a limp, cold, dead larva… and splat, right into your lap…"
"Oh! God! Stop! Just… do your thing. Just shut up and do your thing. Eew."
Tackling Writer's BlockLet's face it, my fellow writers, we've all been there. Whether you write poetry, prose, scripts or non-fiction every writer has had one (if not several) of those: 'my muse! She hath deserted me!' moments.Tackling Writer's Block1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
You know it's true.
Writing is a passion of mine, and I hope to be published one day. As such, I'm not going to sit here and pretend to be an expert on the subject because a) I'm not and b) I don't think such a person exists anyway. Even so, I'm going to tell you guys (you guys being anyone who reads this) some little tips that I have learned over the years and find really useful when dealing with writer's block.
If there's one thing I've noticed when myself, or anyone else I know that writes, is suffering from writer's block, it's that writers always seem to feel bad when they're not writing. You can stop that attitude right there. Every writer has a blockage sometimes, so why make yourself feel even worse about it? If there's one thing we know for certain about writer's block, it's
PilkunnussijaHere's what I think:Pilkunnussija2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There's a certain joy in not doing this face-to-face. For one, I don't have to leave my apartment and I have the quiet company of my goldfish and my goldfish alone. (I don't like people, which is why I love books. You can understand that.) For another, I don't have to see your presumably crestfallen and injured attitude when I tear apart the prose you cried and bled and sweated over for weary nights on end. But really the best parts are those uninterrupted hours alone with your manuscript and the shred of you that lies inside. It's a small shred, but an important one. It's the one that tells me who you are and what you think and how you feel and I never have to look at you and be disappointed when the real thing doesn't come up to scratch. As I sit there, un-tensing and re-tensing and tense-shifting and shift-entering (and damn it, wishing English were like German so I could get rid of those clunky space-wasting n-dashes--oh, damn there they are again) I feel li
The Chronology of StorytellingImagine you're reading to a live audience. It can be as big or small as you'd like. It can be your writing or someone else's. It doesn't matter. Indulge yourself in the fantasy. So you're reading to a live audience. They're enraptured. They're engrossed. They're generating a movie in their heads as you weave your tale. Imagine how important every word you produce is to these movies. Every detail you provide adds another layer. They smell the flowers. They feel the roughness of the brick. They see the vivid colors of the clothes.The Chronology of Storytelling1 year ago in Writing More Like This
And then you require they perform time travel to make the movies accurate.
The chronology, or order of events, in a story is something I've been focusing on a lot in my writing lately. I'm not just talking about the overall chronology. There's obviously a beginning, middle, and end to a story. You progress from one event to the next. Things happen in chronological order. That's how, y'know, stories make sense. That's also
Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of ReconciliationI am a book blogger.Critic vs Writer: A Conversation of Reconciliation2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Since not everyone is familiar with the term, I'll go ahead and lay it out for you. I read, analyze, and write about books. I give my opinion on characters, setting, genre, style, and sometimes even covers. I say what works, what doesn't, and what I'd like to see.
In short, I criticize.
Back - back foul demon! Burn the witch! Don't come anywhere near me!
Yeah, I know you're all thinking it. What gives me the right to rifle through someone's hard work and put its flaws on display? Who do I think I am, slandering authors with false interpretations and quotes made out of context?
I'm a writer.
Yeah, of nothing but muck and lies.
No, no, I mean I write my own fiction. Or at least I did.
What, couldn't take some of your own medicine?
Yes and no.
Like most writers, I crave exposure. I want my work out there, read by the masses and enjoyed. DeviantArt, my blog, they're both small outlets where my writing can be seen.
But, as most writers
Date A Girl Who WritesDate a girl who will argue with you over which brand of pen is better. Who needs more RAM on her computer because of Word files, not game files. Who has two bookcases one for filled notebooks and one for other author's works.Date A Girl Who Writes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find a girl who writes. You know it's her because she'll always have a pen and a notebook with her. Occasionally a tape recorder. She's the one who would have as much fun at home on a Saturday night with her computer as she would out at a party.
You see the weird girl sitting on a park bench looking engrossed in watching the people that walk? That's the writer. They watch people, how they act, they discover how people work. All for research. For their next big novel.
She's the girl hunched over a laptop at the coffee shop, or a notepad. Her fingers are moving so fast they're only a blur to you. Her previously fresh-cooked muffin is now cold. Her tea has simmered down to a lukewarm. Sit down. She won't notice you for a moment, she's lost in a different world
To War Against the Dialogue Tags!I am waging a war. Consider this your invitation to join my army.To War Against the Dialogue Tags!1 year ago in Writing More Like This
What is this war about, you ask? It's about destroying dialogue tags. What are dialogue tags, you ask? They are the parts that explain who's talking, like "he said" and "she asked". Why am I doing this, you ask? It's not that they kicked my puppy (I don't even have one, despite the opposition's claim). It's not that they burned my toast. It's not even that they opened my favorite book too far and creased the spine. Here. Let me explain why you're going to be fighting the good fight.
Dialogue tags have a use. It's a very useful use, even. They prevent confusion about who generated what dialogue. So why am I up in arms about them? Simple. They take up space and often are unnecessary.
There will come a time in your career, if you pursue your writing, when you will have to pay close attention to word count. Dialogue tags are used so often that they eat into your precious word total something fierce. So what can be done? Read