Battling The Blank Page

It turns out the only way to actually get good at something is to learn what you can and be bad how you will. As unfair as this seems, I have yet to find the appropriate complaint department. So in the meantime, I will be here, struggling to improve without dying from shame of not being perfect on day one. (She/Her)

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Begin with our Beginnings

I have wondered for a while what I wanted to post here, if anything at all.

I suppose I could explain that I'm an aspiring author, but that feels a bit like declaring myself an aspiring Olympian; let's get some points on the board before asking others to buy in.

I could talk about my stories, but they are still very much in progress, and I'd hate to turn anyone off by serving dough and promising dinner rolls.

So, for now, I think I'll just blog the ways I'm going about the daily battle with the blank page.

I don't pretend to be an authority or even particularly experienced. I could say that I will post all this in hopes of helping anyone facing similar white-space intimidation, but that would simply be a happy coincidence.

In truth, I just want what so many of us do: to make a tiny, observable mark in the great wider world. I suppose part of me hopes that being witnessed can be built into being successful. Well, with that, I suppose I've conquered the blank blog problem. The page is waiting.

Much love, Lily Blair

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writing a scene farther and farther away from the outline feels like running from a monster in the Woods. i gotta keep going but where the fuck am i

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Writing Vibes: 21 March (Evening)

Man, it's been a while since I could sit down and write one of these up! I've been on vacation to go to a friend's wedding (absolutely lovely) and, while I got a little bit of scattered writing done on the various trains and planes, I didn't have any dedicated time to sit down and just try to make progress. Now I'm back, mostly over the travel crud, and back at it.

Writing outfit: Bleach-splattered sweatshirt, comfy grey sweatpants, soft house booties, and the fluffiest blanket I own. PAs (Pet Assistants): Coby and Ollie have been taking turns providing expert support. Coby likes to stand his silly little blue lovebird butt right on the keyboard, while Ollie likes to supervise from on top of the screen (never mind he is much too big).

Beverages: Apfelschorle (writing this, I realized I do not know where my water has disappeared to. Should probably figure that out)

Kick-off song: "I Love You, I'm Sorry" - Gracie Abrams

Mood: Even though I know it won't be going into the story, I think I'm going to wrap up some of the character work vignettes I was playing with while on my trip. I didn't really have an ending planned for them when I started; can't wait to see what I pull out of my rear for a resolution.

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