Hello, people. A few items of business to bring us up-to-date:
- we went to the beach!
- I’m still alive, I promise.
- I’m still a writer even if it doesn’t seem like it.
Okay let me be honest here. Writing has not been coming easily. in fact, I haven’t written anything fictional besides the (very very) occasional flash fiction. it’s been hard. I don’t know why I haven’t been able to write. I thought I had gotten over my burnout, but I guess I didn’t. I’m still struggling with it.
I’ve been writing more, though. I’m writing a story in a notebook for the first time in a long time, and I’m in love with the characters. It’s a little thing. nothing much. but I’m enjoying it. that’s what matters, right?
As mentioned, we went to the beach and it was AMAZING. See above polaroids for proof. (you’re probably going to be getting a large photo dump in the future just so you know.)
Anyway. On the way to the beach, at the beach, and coming home, I was given tremendous amounts of inspiration. (compared to the past few months anyway.)
At this point, I’m not one of those writers who has 8943028 ideas and not enough time to write them – I’m the slow writer who has a hard time coming up with ideas and takes a long time to write them. so the inspiration was amazing. I saw so many different settings and characters and plots just in the people and places I observed.
Describing a tourist beach town, the sea, the guy I saw riding his bike, the library sign that said “Writer’s Club” in a teeny-tiny town. all those things. they all have stories. and I’m going to tell them.
Here are some snippets of journal entries from the vacation:
I’m sitting on the beach, my toes woven with the gritty sand and the taste of potato chips in my mouth. when we first got here I could taste the salt air but now it feels normal. a soft breeze blows, and I hear the crash of waves, a steady rising and falling, and the chirp of sea birds… I’m squinting at my paper because it’s so bright, even with my hat, and dreaming of all the stories I’m going to write.
we just passed a large United Methodist church… + I saw a person pressed against one of the front windows. I wonder what he was doing? I wonder if he knew someone was watching him?*
I’m brimming over with stories that must be told and can’t wait to sit down and start writing.
*No no I am not a stalker I swear. I’m a writer and therefore unnaturally interested in people :))
I just have so much to tell you all and I don’t have the time to say it. Like I mentioned, I’m probably going to be posting lots of pictures soon. I can’t wait.
P.S. On a blogging note, this is actually last week’s post that I… didn’t get put up on time. :\ I said a few posts ago that I may just post every other week, and that’s how it’s gonna be for right now. I may post more, I’m not sure.
Also, you may have noticed how my style has been changing. It’s a lot different from the original book review/writing updates blog I originally started; it’s become a place for my stories and interests and life to overflow. My posts are different, and I’ll probably keep changing it up. I love journal-style entries and photo dumps and journals and crafty stuff. I’ll still have writing and book posts, but I’m not going to limit myself to that. This is my blog and it reflects me. So that’s what you’re seeing.
Hope you don’t mind. Lots of love to all of you. <33
So… you’re not going to tell them how you got sucked out to sea??? I thought you were a writer. That would have been a great story.
I might in the next post. Or I might not. :p
Awww so nice! and that’s totally understandable about style changing. I want to change my style a bit too ^-^
Thank you! Yeah, I wish I could pick a style and stick with it! I love your style though <3