"Language leads a double life- and so does the novelist. You chat with family and friends, you attend to your correspondence, you consult menus and shopping lists, you observe road signs, and so on. Then you enter your study, where language exists in quite another form- as the stuff of patterned artifice." --Martin Amis
|| My new city trepidation’s float on high like the leaning buildings themselves, or maybe with the altitude of a low flying plane until I fit the world into words. I guess what I mean is 300 and some odd miles from home and I’m still just doing the best I can, thinking about how to say what I need to say, and hoping the sentences come out making sense. LA to the Bay part 2. Here goes nothing.
A much needed rant i've been meaning to do-
Growing up as a brown girl i'm sure many of you have heard numerous times that the respect of your family lies in your hands and that how you 'Present' yourself to others is a show of what type of family you hail from. However, ever thought that does it all lie in a girl's hand?
Nobody questions a guy if they wrong a girl but everyone has their ways with the girl when all she did was trust the guy? Loved him? Trusted him with all her being. All the while the guy just using her to fulfill his so called needs and what not?
At first. I too was against the idea of feminism and found the statement, "men are trash" to be somewhat unsettling but a few months down the memory lane i've my view changed. Under the false pretext of love they use you snd later toss you aside just because they got BORED?
Frankly speaking, our system is pretty much screwed from the basic level and our families are to be blamed too for this. Catch a guy wronging a girl, the first thing a parent would do would be to obviously cover up their son's "deed" because afterall he too is a human. Everyone makes mistakes. Done and dusted. Find a girl in a similar scenario and she is characterless, any opportunity to question her character isn't let past the eye. Why? Because she is supposed to be guarding the family's dignity. What of the dignity when your boy did such? Nobody thinks of that.
Its high time people need to change their approach towards such matters and stand up against whats wrong and fight for whats right because if they don't then nobody will. Peace out! .
Picture credits- @an.thro.poid
It’s so easy to let others things take priority over your writing, especially if you’re a skilled procrastinator 🙋🏼♀️ (still waiting on the redhead emoji!). Stay strong about protecting your writing time, even if it’s only 10 minutes a day. The words will soon stack up.
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"If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."
~ Toni Morisson
Finally I was able to resume my writing again, after a long time I didn't get an idea 😌. Happy weekend everyone.
I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.
Shannon L. Alder