One Sentence Illusions: Twelve

She listened to storms, for it was natures way of conveying what was on her mind.


Wisteria Tag: Get to Know Me, Again

Big thanks to the lovely Grace and Leah for nominating me, and anyone I may have missed.
Going to answer both sets of questions, so be prepared for alot of information.

Do you write for yourself or for others?
I definitely write for myself, though I sometimes touch on subjects I think others think about; sometimes I even get inspired by what I see my fellow writers write, and often add my own intake.

Who has helped you improve your writing?
From a technical stand-point, a big thank you goes to all my past English teachers; without them I’d have many run on sentences and broken thoughts. From a poetic stand-point, I’ve “perfected” my writing on my own, creating my own style that I prefer.

Name three books that have been central in your writing (as in, they inspired you to write, or write a specific story, etc.)
I was always inspired by classics; my Dad used to read my “kid” versions of Frankenstein, Pride & Prejudice, Three Musketeers, and even had me do book reports on them. As I grew older, I was fascinated by the ability someone had to create a whole other world in their mind and put it onto pages, and I wished to do the same. Books like The Fountainhead, Way of the Peaceful Warrior, and many others have been creative influences of how I’d love to write.

What is your least favorite genre and why?
I suppose I’ve never been a fan of literal works; things like biographies and such. I like that books can take you anywhere, whether it be magical or grim. Books like biographies or true stories are harder for me to read, because there is no room for imagination, there is just words on paper telling a hard story.

If you could, would you try to change the landscape for young adult novels of this generation? How? (if this question is confusing: the norms of young adult novels today are pretty obvious–would you want to change them with your writing and how?)
I would love to change them; I have a difficult time reading books that are popular with my age group, because I find them to be too simple. The modernization of books makes it so that the words are simple, the descriptions are bland, and the story is predictable. There are few modern writers who write for teens that I can say live upto the standard of achieving the mix modern writing with classic writing. This is only my opinion though; I may just be entirely to picky with what I choose to read.

If you could write/collaborate on a novel with one author, who would it be?
James Patterson has been a favorite of mine since I could read, so I’d find it an honor if I could collaborate with him on a novel. Now, I’ve never read a Steven King book -sadly I’ve only ever seen movie interpretations- but I would love a chance to write with him, if only to understand how his writing process works.

What’s your writing process?
I think, then I type. All of my writings on this blog are all spur of the moment; there was no planning, no rough-drafting. Simply typing, revising, and post. I find that when something is revised and edited again and again to perfection, the soul of the writer just goes missing. So in order for my writing to in any way resemble me, I keep it fairly unedited.

What do you do to get out of writer’s block?
I paint, or I go walking. Usually my writers block happens when I feel mentally blocked in general. Imagine a waterfall, and at the top there’s mossy boulders blocking the water from tumbling down; I go for walks and paint in my room to help clear the boulders, and allow the water to flow free.

Do you like to listen to music when you write? Why or why not?
I’ve tried, but it never works. Whether I’m reading or writing, I have to have complete silence. I’m in such a trance once I start writing, that anything that cuts of my concentration also cuts off the flow of creativity.

How has writing changed your life (if it has–and it’s OK if it hasn’t!)?
I wouldn’t say it’s changed my life, rather it has let me see another side to my life. Looking back through old post from when I first started to now, I can see the difference in how my mentality has changed, how I’ve grown as a person. Whether or not I have writing to thank for that, I cannot say.

What keeps you writing in spite of everything?
It is still a great way to be open. I’ve never been judged on anything I’ve written, I’ve never felt worse for posting something, I’ve never felt like the things I post go without purpose. All of my writings mean something to me, and therein I can only hope they help someone else. Part of my purpose in writing is to help myself, but also others if I can; and that is what keeps me going.

Did you always love writing?
Yes, but grew up rather frustrated at my inability to create stories from nothing. I’m better at writing from what I know in my heart, rather than what I come up with in my head.

Favorite/recurring theme you enjoy writing about?
I enjoy writing about people the most. People are the most complex subject I can think of, and that gives you an endless supply of things to write about. I also enjoy writing about somber things; not because I am a sad person, but rather once it is written out of my head, I no longer worry about it.

Poetry/prose or creative non-fiction: which do you prefer write? Which do you prefer to read.
I love writing all these things, but I suppose my top choice is poetry/prose. That kind of writing works like my real life words do, giving you just enough detail so you’re satisfied but also vague enough so you don’t know everything. As far as reading goes, on this site I actually prefer reading the poetic things; however, in books I prefer to read creative fiction.

What in nature inspires you?
Absolutely everything. Inspiration can be taken from the simpler things, like the color of bark on a tree or a breeze on a cold night; or it can be taken from grander things like a sisters laugh, or fireworks bursting. The world has an endless source of inspiration in every turn.

Are there any musicians who inspire your writing?
I think I may actually be somewhat influenced by Eminem; his style of music reminds me somewhat of how I write my -what I like to call- rant posts. The words are still poetic, but it’s simple enough to sound like a normal conversation, and -in my opinion- always carries a strong emotion through every sentence. So while not all my writing is inspired by music, I would say some of my posts are inspired by the rap genre, and in particular Eminem.

Favorite poet, and why?
I don’t have one. Picking a favorite poet is like trying to pick a favorite artist; each one is so different from the next, and how can you compare apples to oranges to know what is best?

Least favorite book you’ve read?
Their Eyes Were Watching God. The one book for English class I actually suffered to read through, for many reasons.

Do you like typewriters? Do you, or does anyone you know own one?
I would LOVE and ADORE anyone who would give me a typewriter. I don’t know anyone who has one, but every-time I see one -whether in real life or in a movie- I want it even more. The clacking of the keys, the rhythm of the slider as it moves across, the ink pressing into the paper, nothing sounds more satisfying than that.

How do the current events influence your writing, or even just your thoughts?
Current events only affect my writing in the sense that I like to touch up on the subject of people; I feel if I get anymore in depth with what inspired me to write my posts, things get too opinionated or political. Especially with what has been happening this year. As far as my thoughts influencing my writing.. Well all I ever write is my thoughts, so you could say they are a very big influence. If I’m not thinking about anything, I don’t write. If I am thinking about something, you’ll find me clacking away at my keyboard.

Here are Leah and Grace’s blogs, go give these lovely gals a view.


Pens and Castles on a Cloud


Now I know I’m supposed to tag ten people, but instead why don’t I just out-loud tag everyone who reads, and wants to do this. If you choose to accept such a challenge, here are the rules:

Wisteria Writer Tag –
Thank the person who tagged you
Answer the ten questions given
Add your ten questions at the end
Tag ten people to do the challenge (or you know, tag everyone)

My Ten Questions:
Have you ever tried to write a novel before? Did you finish it?
Have you ever written/collaborated with a fellow writer? How’d it go?
Does anyone in your family write as much as you?
Are you inspired more by authors, or by people you know who write?
Do you have another hobby that influences your writing?
Have you ever not written/posted something, for fear of what others would think?
Is your writing more to help you, or to help others?
Is this something you want as a career, or simply a life-long hobby?
When did you first start writing, and why?
If you could trade your talent of writing for a different talent, what would it be?

NPWM Thirty: Lost In Translation

– Based upon the poem Hora Tras Hora, Día Tras Día by Rosalía de Castro. Gracias to two years of Spanish I actually partially know what the poem means; but the NPWM prompt said to listen to how the words are said and the rhythm, and “translate” in your own way.
Hour after hour, day after day,
I’m eternally swallowed,
By tormenting waves that wish,
Oh they wish,
To quench my flame.
However, they cannot be rid of thorns,
Thorns left on the flowers of my crown,
People speak such whispers,
Saying thorns should never be grown.
Don’t blame the flower, for never being worn.
But sometimes the thorns prick me,
I’m left with tattered skin and tears of crimson.
Agh! Why must it always be,
The prettiest things take my heart away from me?

NPWM Twenty-Nine: Memory Vow

I remember how his hands looked; Rough and Scuffed.
They reminded me of the cold Sleet of Night,
Of the Brisk morning Breeze.

I remember looking out the window, at the Cold leaves of Dawn.
Seeing how still Everything was in the morn,
Nothing came to Life with No sunlight.

I remember trying to read a book; eyes Struggling to find Light.
These kinds of days Provided No warmth,
Not even when I turned the page & Crawled into another Nook.

I remember petting soft fur; a Delicate animal of sorts.
A canine vowed to Protect the Land,
But even he couldn’t bear, Bear the weather and Stand.

I remember being Young. I remember when I was Full of Doubts.
I’ve carried them with me All these Years,
But I’ve Never allowed my doubts to become Fears.

NPWM Twenty-Eight: Bare

Both staring at the table.
Now we sit across from each-other.
I keep replaying the scene in my head like an old fable.
You scratch your knuckles against the table,
And I’m just putting in love some more.
You’ve got less heart in it now,
We’ve started this conversation before.

The NPWM prompt this day was to tell a story backwards, and I have to say this has been one of my favorite prompts of this month. I like that the story fits read either backwards or forwards.

NPWM Twenty-Seven: Live-wire

My chest is filled,
With a heavy sense of warmth.
Not with the desire of lust,
But with the passion of fire.

My chest feels light,
With a delighted sense of intrigue.
Not intrigue to learn more,
But with a wanting of the next day.

My chest feels safe,
More than just bones protecting me.
Not protecting me from danger,
But protecting me from the things that scare me.

My chest glows bright,
Finally happy to be filled with light.
Not because I did anything,
But because you are my live-wire.

NPWM Twenty-Six: Pulled-Apart Heart

Destiny is pulling, calling me towards my prime,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, driving me away from the dark,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, dragging me towards a harp,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, pleading for me to feel the strings,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, guiding me towards my art,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, placing a flame to old lies,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, lighting a candle for the demised,
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!

Destiny is pulling, pulling me towards the path of my heart.
Destiny is pulling, pulling on the Heart!