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On Writing, 2 Years Ago
On Writing, 2 Years Ago
How have we changed? May 25th, 2020: If my writing is ultimately an offering, who will receive its goodwill? I pray to some gods, but doubt permeates each piece of prose. The unsatisfying punctuation accompanying sleepless nights and anxious days. If I were giving my body and soul through writing to someone I love, I would doubtless be gentle. But would I be honest? Could I stay true to my…
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Building a Routine
When thinking about writing, a lot of things come to mind, but one thing I see a lot of is finding a way to write every day or in other words, building a routine. Before I get started with some tips I’ve learned from other bloggers and experience, remember: do what works for you. Some of the things on here that work for me might not work for you, and that’s okay. Everyone’s different. Without further ado, I’ll list some of the tips I’ve found and learned.
Try to write around the same time every day. For some people, this might mean taking a chunk out of their mornings to work on their WIPS, for others, this might mean staying up a little later to write. I’ve found I’m more productive at night so I try to write before I go to bed.
Don’t pressure yourself to write an insanely high word count. Of course, aiming high is always good but I’m talking insane like 5K in 90 minutes or 1K in half an hour. What word count is too high is different for everyone, so make sure you don’t stress yourself out(I know I do when I give myself impossible goals).
Try to start small. I’ve learned that you learn most things by starting small and working your way up like with instruments or sports. This applies to writing. Start by writing a sentence a day. If you go past this, that’s great! If you only have time to write one sentence that’s great too! It doesn’t matter that your sentence is two words as long as you’re working on your WIP. Progress can be slow. I feel like writers tend to forget that a lot. I definitely do. Once you feel confident that you can write one sentence each day, try to write two sentences each day and so on.
Don’t panic if you break your streak. Life gets in the way. It happens. For those who always find themselves too busy to write, I would recommend carrying around a notebook(either physical or virtual) or downloading Google Docs on your phone. There’s an option that allows you to work on your novel offline, and it has seriously worked wonders for me the days I was too busy to pull out my computer and write.
Take breaks. Drink water. Your mind will thank you. I swear there were so many times I neglected to do this, and because of it I got headaches so bad I couldn’t think let alone write. It doesn’t have to be that big of a break. Just taking the time to grab your water bottle or glass and take a sip periodically is enough.
That sums up my post for this week! I post writing advice every Wednesday so if there’s a topic you want to cover feel free to let me know! My inbox is always open to suggestions!
I think there’s beauty in broken things. Not that broken things are inherently beautiful, but I think it’s beautiful we can take our traumas and redirect them into functioning pieces of art. Kind of the same thing we do to ourselves. We are moving, functioning pieces of art. If you’ve experienced something tragic, something that encouraged you to stop, but you’re still strutting along, you are the hero in your story, and I applaud you. Keep moving. Keep telling the world that you’re here and that you’re going to keep being here. Winning isn’t about coming through unscathed but coming through regardless of being so. You are a flower in the crack of the pavement. The pavement said no but you grew there anyways. Be sad. Be imperfect. Have bad days. Be a little wilted every now and again. But when the sun shines bask in it and be proud of all the things you’ve endured, because they are worth being proud of, and I whole-heartedly assure you, you are supposed to be here.
ARTI HADIRMU
Jika bukan karena bunda yang menceritakan kisah ini sebelum tidur. Mungkin hampir setengah abad ini akan kulalui tanpa tahu arti hadirnya. Delapan belas tahun lalu dengan lembutnya ia bercerita…
Tahukah nak, dulu usia umat Nabi Nuh pada umumnya mencapai 1000 tahun. Suatu hari Nabi Nuh berjalan melewati seorang ibu yang sedang menangisi anaknya, yang meninggal muda yakni di umur 60 tahun.
“Kasihannya anak saya ia masih kecil, belum sempat menikmati dunia.” Rengek sang ibu.
Kemudian Nabi Nuh berkata,“ Wahai ibu jangan kau tangisi anakmu, di akhir zaman nanti akan ada umat yang umur tertua mereka seperti umur anakmu ini.”
“Wahai nabi, jika diri ini hidup di zaman itu, maka tidak ada yang akan diri ini lakukan selain bersujud padaNya”.
dan Ramadhan hadir menjadi solusi agar kita punya kesempatan untuk mengimbangi amal umat-umat sebelumnya. Supaya kita bisa maksimal mendapat pahala sebelum datangnya kematian. Hadirmu, solusi hidupku. Selamat bercahaya! Dan jadikan Ramadahan ini Ramadhan TERBAPER! TERBAWA PERUBAHAN GAIS!
Because I Didn't
Because I Didn’t
(Ye Olde) May 27th:
Understand disappointment as the wasted emotion, a rude proliferator of dread and fear. I would give it up first from my slew of gross tinglings, even amongst fierce competitors, jealousy, frustration, grief… The difference between grief and disappointment being not necessarily depth of feeling, or even its longevity; a person can ache of the latter all their life, just as…
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And I will become so whole without you that when you come back there will be nowhere left to fit you.
I will place flowers in the cracks of the pavement you created when you left, that when you, a noxious weed, try to grow among them, will be strangled.
And I will build a beautiful home from the remnants of my broken childhood. My scars plain to see on the stucco and plaster. I will reanimate broken glassware and place flowers once again in once-shattered vases. I will remake and rebuild my heart and make it a home for whomever wants to be there. As long as they water the flowers, feed the goldfish, change the occasional light bulb, and keep up on the repairs they are a welcome tenant in my heart.
And I hope they will fall in love with every extra stitch, every glued crack, every plastered hole, because they tell a story of ferocity, of versality, of rebirth, of never giving up, and of patiently waiting for them despite the storm.
They may never know me as unbroken, but they’ll never know me as incomplete.
