Thursday was a magnificently productive writing day, for my own projects. Listening to the Tom Holland episode on Jay Shetty’s podcast On Purpose got me feeling more motivated. I listened to it on the 8:30am commute to Isani for my practical driving lesson. The streets were still pretty empty, which I really enjoy because in […]
Sometimes I’d rather not Stay somewhere where my mind gets a little bit crazy Gets a little bit too stuffed Sometimes I’d rather not Be somewhere where the energy is a little bit negative Is verging on overbearing Sometimes I’d rather not Have to pick up the pieces and sweep them under the rug Because […]
I know they say the key to life Is to focus, to know how to breathe, to know we’re blessed And yet… I feel my cheeks heat up, my blood simmering; I still get too stressed I know they say to calm down, think about all the time we still have on our hands And […]
Today’s short fiction mission: “Your goal as a writer is to give your characters goals and then prevent them from reaching those goals. The goal is to be mean.” -Mary Robinette Kowal I watched a short lecture by the science fiction author (and puppeteer!) Mary Robinette Kowal. She breaks down the key difference between novels […]
“Thank you for that lovely eulogy.” Sarah’s mom wiped her eyes with her handkerchief, dabbing lightly at the corners and examining the cloth for make-up stains. She pulled my hands into hers and smiled tightly at me. “I’m so happy you and Sarah are still such good friends.” “Of course. We’re best friends,” I said […]
When the world ended, I was alone in the woods. It was my third day out camping with two of my friends, and we were supposed to head back to the city the next day. “Something’s wrong with that person,” Maya said, looking uncertain as we watched this figure sway and stumble towards us. They […]
Do you ever think about your death? More specifically, how people will react if you die. The truth is, I know that no one will care if I die. Is that a comforting or discomforting thought? On the one hand, with no one to care if you die, there is a sense of anonymity. You […]
Prologue The poem goes, grow down, grow down, because growing up sucks. The poem goes, grow down, grow down, because you have so much more freedom. To be whoever the hell you want. To live outside of people’s expectations. To have fun. To explore. To breathe. The poem goes, grow down, grow down, because life […]
One day, the carnival was not there. The next, it was. Emily knew this because she remembered looking out her window at 3:42pm the previous day, distracted from her chores by the raucous screams of the neighbourhood boys who were stupidly fanatic about a dead squirrel on the road. Rolling her eyes, she had glanced […]