RJ Singleton

@rsingwriting

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I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school.

And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good.

And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways.

Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.

Was it absolutely necessary to leave these incredibly passive aggressive tags on my inspiration post. Did that help you meet your word count today.

i found my name in a youtube video like “all these kids do nowadays”

there was a boy like me and he said the word “transgender” i knew what transgender meant but i didn’t know it could mean me

and i cried and cried because i didn’t know how to tell anyone

i talked to other people like me who told me “don’t come out if you don’t feel safe” “you don’t have to tell anyone”

i wanted someone to tell me that i had to i wanted someone to strip me of excuses i needed to stop hiding

i just wasn’t brave enough to do it myself

#my poetry #writeblr #transphobia tw

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because i’ve been crying

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because i have to go to school

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because i forgot to take my medicine

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because my friend is sad without me

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because i have a headache

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because i’m yelling and i don’t know why

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because i have no friends there

the Beautiful People want me to join them

today, i can’t, because i am not Beautiful

#my poetry #writeblr

do you mourn your daughter?

people ask my mom and dad

(sometimes even have the audacity to ask me

-"do you miss being a girl?")

#my poetry #writeblr #suicide tw #transphobia tw

judas the betrayer and john the beloved

judas

everything he did came so, so easy conjuring pretty words like a street magician or worse and he would laugh when i said this like a politician

#wrote this back at the tender age of 16. fucking imagine being 16 i was so very mentally ill #my poetry #writeblr #judas

it’s a strange beauty, the judas tree

the flowers are red

they bloom before the leaves

and the branches hang heavy with betrayer’s blood

it’s a strange beauty

that which comes from sorrow

#i regret to inform you i am once again judasposting #writeblr #my poetry

He tells me he’s worried. That he knows he cares more than I do.

I am worried too. That eventually he will see through my cracks.

He’ll know I’m bad. Worse than he insists he is. He will know I am a liar, and a flake, and that I am so fucking mean.

He will see that the bad in my head outweighs the good in my heart.

I feel awful for lying to him.

I feel worse when I tell him the truth.

I’m happy when he says he doesn’t want to talk to me. One less person for me to hurt.

I love him.

I miss him.

I want to be what he needs but I am not what anyone needs. I’m loud and lazy and thoughtless and this cements for me that I am cruel.

I thought I would feel better. My lungs feel like lead and I cannot catch my breath.

My body wants desperately to cry.

My eyes do not get the memo.

#writeblr #my poetry

the apostles to christ at their death

i always believed in you

i preached, endlessly

but you

you who gave us everything

the moment you lost what you had

i turned my back

claimed to never know you

i don't deserve a death any easier than yours

i wish i may die and be with you, lord

but i know i am going to hell

i suffer here, on my cross

a fate worse even than yours

it isn't enough

i never can be

- simon cephas, peter the betrayer, upon his inverted cross

#my poetry #writeblr

the boss and the big man

Start with the debatable - The thing that will make people mad - The thing that will make people tell you you’re wrong - The Boss loved men.

Then move from there To the indisputable The Boss loved at least one man.

His name was Clarence Clemons But they called him the Big Man And he played sax like nobody’s business And he kissed Bruce Springsteen on stage.

Clemons said they looked at each other And they fell in love They were each what the other was looking for.

And it was beautiful, when they kissed Because they loved each other enough to kiss Two men. A black man. A white man. Kissing under stage lights, proud, in front of the audience.

The Big Man and the Boss played music together And they loved each other And there is nothing else in the world anyone needs besides that.

#my poetry #writeblr #bruce springsteen #clarence clemons

i kissed him after church

he kissed me back -

but when i pulled away, he looked sad.

“why’d you do that?”

“got sick of not doing it.”

we never talked anymore

he looked at me, still

and he looked sad

just like when i kissed him the first time.

my parents, they praise him

they think he’s a good Christian

a good role model.

if he’s christ

that must make me judas

a betrayer, bringing poison with my kiss

#my poetry #homophobia tw #writeblr

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nearly 200 writing prompts // feel free to reblog

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ” 2: “ Not you again.. ” 3: “ Leave me alone. ” 4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ” 5: “ Why do you hate me? ” 6: “ I lost the baby. ” 7: “ I thought you loved me. ” 8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ” 9:“ I can’t believe you! ” 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” 11: “ You’re a monster. ” 12: “ I hate you. ” 13: “ Don’t leave me… ” 14: “ You’re a disappointment. ” 15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ” 16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ” 17: “ Are you upset with me? ” 18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 19: “ I’m going to kill you! ” 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ” 21: “ Thanks for nothing. ” 22: “ Dont call this number again. “ 23: “ Why did you spare me? ” 24: “ You need to leave. ” 25: “ I’m sick. ” 26: “ I’m dying. ” 27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 28: “ I thought we were family!” 29: “ There was never an us. ” 30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ” 31: “ I fucked up. ” 32: “ I came to say goodbye. ” 33:“ He’s dead because of you. ” 34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ” 35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ” 37: “ Dance with me! ” 38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ” 39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ” 40: “ Will you marry me? ” 41: “ I’m pregnant. ” 42: “ I need a hug. ” 43: “ You’re special to me. ” 44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ” 45: “ Do you trust me? ” 46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ” 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” 48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ” 49: “ Lets have a baby. ” 50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” 51: “ I want to take care of you. ” 52: “ Can we cuddle? ” 53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ” 54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ” 55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ” 56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” 57: “ Is that my shirt? ” 58: “ How did we get here? ” 59: “ You own my heart. ” 60: “ You’d be a great dad. ” 61: “ You’d be a great mom. ” 62: “ I want to protect you. ” 63: “ Whats the matter? ” 64: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ” 66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” 67: “ Stop being so cute. ” 68: “ You’re making me blush! ” 69: “ You’re teasing me again… ” 70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ” 71: “ You’re the best! ” 72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ” 73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ” 74: “ Of course I remembered! ” 75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ” 76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ” 77: “ Are you jealous? ” 78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ” 79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” 80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ” 91: “ I’m fine. ” 92: “ Are you drunk? ” 93: “ Are you high? ” 94: “ We cant go in there… ” 95: “ Give it back! ” 96: “ Well this is just great. ” 97: “ Don’t touch me. ” 98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ” 99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!” 100: “ I didn’t do it! ” 101: “ I did it… ” 102: “ I don’t remember that! ” 103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ” 104: “ Get that thing away from me! ” 105: “ You owe me. ” 106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ” 107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ” 108: “ Are you hitting on me? ” 109: “ Why are you naked? ” 110: “ You did what?! ” 111: “ You have… Superpowers? ” 112: “ Why are you bleeding? ” 113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?” 114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ” 115: “ That wasn’t funny. ” 116: “ This tastes horrible. ” 117: “ This is delicious! ” 118: “ Are you mad at me? ” 119: “ Stop ignoring me… ” 120: “ I love that show too! ” 121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?” 122: “ Lets blow this joint. ” 123: “ Let me help you with that. ” 124: “ Take that back! ” 125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ” 126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ” 127: “ What are you listening to? ” 128: “ I brought you your coffee. ” 129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ” 130: “ Run! ” 131: “ Lets run away together. ” 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ” 133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ” 134: “ Was I really that drunk? ” 135: “ Was I really that stoned? ” 136: “Give me back my phone! ” 137: “ You’re an asshole. ” 138: “ Are you cold? ” 139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ” 140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ” 141: “ Did you hear that? ” 142: “ It’s just your imagination. ” 143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ” 144: “ Stop being such a baby. ” 145: “ Go back to bed. ” 146: “ Are you okay? ” 147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.” 148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ” 149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ” 150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ” 151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ” 152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ” 153: “ Put me down! ” 154: “ There’s only one bed… ” 155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ” 156: “ How did I loose it? ” 157: “ I read your diary. ” 158: “ This is awkward. ” 159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ” 160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts. Please if you’re rebloggling tell your followers if you’re interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.

Sexual: 161: “ Bite me. ” 162: “ Make me. ” 163: “ Fuck me. ” 164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ” 165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?” 166: “ Okay.. This is new. ” 167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ” 168: “ You’re in trouble now. ” 169: “ What a pretty sight. ” 170: “ Bend over. ” 171: “ On your knees. ” 172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ” 173: “ Lay back. ” 174: “ Take off your clothes. ” 175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ” 176: “ I’m waiting. ” 177: “ You’re so beautiful. ” 178:“ As you wish. ” 179: “ First one to make a noise looses.” 180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ” 181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ” 182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ” 183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ” 184: “ Can I touch you? ” 185: “ Open up. ” 186: “ No strings attached. ” 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ” 188: “ Mine. ” 189: “ The nights still young. ” 190: “ We cant do that here! ” 191: “ Behave. ” 192:“ What did you just say? ” 193: “ Good girl. ” 194: “ Good boy. ” 195: “ Come here. ”

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Prompts if needed! :D I need to ressurect the Muse.

Do not be afraid of using an outline. An outline is not "cheating." A novel will not just happen to you - you must plan it.

I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, I’ve been writing more. “I won’t get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goal” used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldn’t cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now it’s something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, can’t stop now, because I’m enjoying myself, I’m having an amazing time writing. Something that hasn’t been true of my original works since middle school.

And sometimes I think, “Well, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.” And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fucking Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good.

And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I don’t feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and I’ve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways.

Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But it’s much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.

i think the reason that listening to people speak a language that you don't is so pretty is because you don't have to focus on processing the words that they're saying, on stringing their syllables into sentences and formulating a reply. you can just focus on their voice, the cadence of it, the rise and fall. you can just listen to it, let it wrap around you. and it's so amazing - they have access to this entire other world that you are only just able to glimpse into because of people like them, who live in that world and yours, at once. that's beautiful.

#bilingual #language #free verse

sparkingstoryinspiration

Write a story including a set of three things

1) a candle, a broken promise, an engagement ring

2) a water bottle, a missing person, a sunburn

3) a bride left at the alter, a map, a dangerous family heirloom

4) superpowers, a bookstore, a Christmas tree

5) a county fair, a photo album, amnesia

6) a magical supply store, a talking and judgmental cat, a mixed up stock shipment

7) a fortune teller, a thief, and a bank heist gone wrong

8) a shopping list, lipstick, a taxi

9) a sunrise, a bumper sticker, the color orange

10) two friends, a penny, a pirate ship

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