#young writers
When someone says they don’t like your genre:
Sliding into that slush pile like:
When someone (who doesn’t write) complains about how hard it is to write something:
What fictional death impacted you the most?
For me it’s the iconic “Not Penny’s boat” moment. What fictional death got to you the most?
When that character isn’t quite turning out how you wanted:
Staring my 2019 reading list off strong
I’m starting 2019 as I mean to go on with empowering, illuminating and motivating books that get me revved up to face the challenges of this year. How are you kicking off your reading this January? Lemme see yo’ books! #My2019ReadingList
The 10 Secrets to Character Development
I get a lot of questions about how to create well rounded characters, so — here you go!
Check out this list of the 10 best ways to create memorable characters. Researched especially for you, my lovely #Writerblr family.
“I love you with all my heart.”
“I can tell the way you looked at me was different. Because you looked at me, the way I looked at you. And I looked at you as if the whole constellation had put itself within your eyes.”
“I guess I’m not really over you if I still search for you within other guys.”
“You say I’m not your type and that you’re into her. But when put in a situation that I’m standing next to her, your eyes don’t seem to acknowledge her as much as she wish they would. Your eyes instead land of the presence of me. How oblivious of you to think that I could not see you stare at me from the corner of my eyes. It has been months and I don’t look at you like the way I used to and we don’t talk anymore, yet you still continue to stare at me whether you’re sitting behind me, diagonal from me, or right in front of me. So tell me, am I really not your type? And does she really have your heart?”
— the words I’m dying to tell you
I look into the eyes of lovers and see nothing but an empty night sky, while I look into the eyes of “just friends” and see so a whole constellation. Love has such a pure meaning yet it seems to get skewed throughout the years. My advice to the world is that through all you’ve been through, strive to find genuine love. A relationship filled with selfish desires will never flourish far. Love comes from within, love expresses itself in the simplest way. Love is simple, but we, we as people today over complex the meaning of love. So now love is deemed to be confusing, another source of sadness, something that brings more stress upon a person. Which love shouldn’t be, love should be another source of happiness and something that eases the soul. Love is really simple, but we, we as a society have made it into something much more than what it’s supposed to be.
I sat from across the room with my group of friends and you sat on the other side with yours. We usually had our occasional eye contacts to one another. Then she came, she was one among the many that wanted your attention. I sat in silence from the other side of the room, watching her bounce her way into your circle of friends, she noticeably flirted with you as you laughed at her incoherent jokes and comments. Angered burned inside my veins as I continue to look off into the distance as the two of you continued your foreplay. She made a comment that caused you to throw your head back and laugh as she grasped the opportunity to slyly touch you. In the midst of her telling you about her all so interesting trip to Manhattan, your eyes scanned the room for mine. There I was, fuming with rage as we exchanged eye contact from a distance until she called for your attention again. She continued to talk and talk, but I could tell that you were not interested in what she was discussing, but more interested in the jealousness that took over me. I could see it, from the frequent glances and smirks you sent across to me with every phony joke she made. We were not even an item, we had never talked like that before, yet jealousness burned inside of me, and you enjoyed every bit of it.
“I found a guy that makes me want to write again.”
“I’m no me, without you.”
“I’ve never believed in this right person, wrong timing thing because to me, the right person is always timeless.”
“I want a guy that makes me want to write poetry.”
Winter Days
We were stuck in the middle of the biggest blizzard of the year and out of just curiosity, you suggested we go for a walk. I laughed at your silly statement and to my surprise, I found myself agreeing. And so I engulfed myself in my new black parka, slipped on my fuzz coated boots, and reached out for your hand. You led me first, making imprints for my following steps. And without me knowing, you stopped in your tracks and so the tip of my nose bumped into the broadness of your back. You turned around and looked down at me and I swear— as cliche as it sounds. The moment your eyes fell on me, my whole body felt like summer. Heat from within flourished every inch of my body and I felt like it was August 28th; the day we first met, all over again.
I really thought that if I distanced myself, and if I let go first; then I could move on. I thought that my feelings for you weren’t strong enough to foster. Until we were stuck in the same 10 am biology lecture, and you approached me with your autumn eyes, that I then knew why some feelings couldn’t simply go away.
— heart2heartwritings
The Moon’s Love
You’ve always told me about your obsession with the late night sky,
How the stars lay across the bleek black canvas like white dotted paint,
As the moon stood for all to see,
I remember that night when you had no complaints,
You sat amongst the ruins with your head towards the moon,
And you asked, “Why is the moon so lonely?” on that very day,
And I could only utter out a small answer to your lingering question,
“Maybe its lover is too far away?”
You looked at me with confusion smothered all over your face,
“But why is there distance when there is love?”
The moon doesn’t see the sun often but it still loves the same,
That kind of love is, well–hard to get rid of,
Because distance doesn’t always break people up,
Distance teaches people patience and trust,
And without all of that,
The moon and the sun’s love would just be stardust.
~ heart2heartwritings
A Guy I Once Knew
Autumn eyes,
You remind me of a guy I once knew,
His name no longer rings a bell within my mind,
But I do remember the day when he turned twenty-two,
He told me that he adored the freckles dotted on my cheeks,
I laughed and told him that those freckles were rather gold specks,
He chuckled with his deep dimple smile,
And asked me what’s next,
I told him that his eyes were like pumpkin spice and colored leaves,
“Why do you say so?” he’d say,
“Because those things are – warm,” I’d shyly reply,
His smile grew larger as he told me that I was so cliche,
But he is now just apart of the past,
My memory of him is now buried deep within the library of my mind,
In a book labeled, “Autumn Eyes,”
The pages within his book are sloppy and unlined,
But I don’t know why autumn still reminds me of him,
I guess warm feelings never go away,
Those warm autumn feelings,
Is still with me till this day.
~ heart2heartwritings
In that fleeting moment, I felt his touch on my thirsty skin. Fondling my existence with his gentle hands. Taking care of the unseen parts of me in ways I did not know existed either.
In that fleeting moment, we were insatiable. Each move igniting the flame a little more, each breath leaving us hungry for love -we did not know existed.
