Friday, February 20, 2009
In which I change the story line
URGH! I can't seem to get a story line to play out. And I can't figure out if I want to write in first person, or third person. Somehow, writing in first person seems to come a bit easier. But writing in third person is a good way to grasp the feelings of other characters. Can I split it up? I have seen books where there is some in first person, and other parts in third person. And it worked fine. I think I am just going to start over.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Pieces of me
Broken and shattered;
the shards fall to the ground,
Like a melancholy carousel,
We keep going round and round
I have lost touch with life and reality
I am in a waking dream
I have no love, nor joy
I do not feel beyond brutality
A haze sets in around me
The darkness is growing nearer,
I do not know myself at all
And nothing is getting clearer
I know no feelings of my own;
other than resentment
What will it take for me?
To feel something like contentment?
I pick up the shattered pieces
Though I know not where they go
Will I ever begin to heal?
Only God shall know
I never meant to hurt you,
My emotions are stripped bare;
Though you will feel the brunt of it
That in itself is not fair.
I want to feel love and joy
These things I dream of with a passion,
Yet in this waking dream of mine,
I feel little to no compassion.
I must find myself and heal on my own
Before I hurt you more,
I never said I did not love you
Because I have felt it before
I am an empty shell,
Or an apple dropped and bruised;
so I gather up the pieces
Even the ones left unused
I'll put them back together,
Though God know how long that will take
I must find myself and be me again
It is the decision that I must make.
-K.L.L.
Copyright 2009
the shards fall to the ground,
Like a melancholy carousel,
We keep going round and round
I have lost touch with life and reality
I am in a waking dream
I have no love, nor joy
I do not feel beyond brutality
A haze sets in around me
The darkness is growing nearer,
I do not know myself at all
And nothing is getting clearer
I know no feelings of my own;
other than resentment
What will it take for me?
To feel something like contentment?
I pick up the shattered pieces
Though I know not where they go
Will I ever begin to heal?
Only God shall know
I never meant to hurt you,
My emotions are stripped bare;
Though you will feel the brunt of it
That in itself is not fair.
I want to feel love and joy
These things I dream of with a passion,
Yet in this waking dream of mine,
I feel little to no compassion.
I must find myself and heal on my own
Before I hurt you more,
I never said I did not love you
Because I have felt it before
I am an empty shell,
Or an apple dropped and bruised;
so I gather up the pieces
Even the ones left unused
I'll put them back together,
Though God know how long that will take
I must find myself and be me again
It is the decision that I must make.
-K.L.L.
Copyright 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Day one...
Well, it's day one of my blog. Not day one of my journey. I chose to start a blog as something I can use to reflect on any thoughts or feeling I have during the process of writing my novel. Throughout my journey, I will post various things such as quotes and excerpts from my novel-in-progress as well as any other writing that comes to mind. I occasionally write poetry as well, so I will post some of that.
My hope is that I can share my joys and obstacles in this venture that I have dreamed about since I first started writing at the age of 11.
Day one joy: I have someone that has connections to help me when I am ready to be published.
And it's only the beginning.
My hope is that I can share my joys and obstacles in this venture that I have dreamed about since I first started writing at the age of 11.
Day one joy: I have someone that has connections to help me when I am ready to be published.
And it's only the beginning.
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