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by NelY
Rated: E · Book · Writing · #2292262
... where my muse goes for 2023 ...
... here is where my muse goes for 2023 ...
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May 18, 2023 at 10:24am
May 18, 2023 at 10:24am
#1049789
         There'll be other ones after this one. They just keep on comin', and comin' from them—darn. The drums beat me down like a madman; to some, the divine has abandoned us; surrender to closure and the end. Everything's throbbing in my stomach. It feels as though a tornado is raging inside of me, and I'm being turned inside out like a drill as a result. I can't take it any longer; it's beyond my strength. Whether you like it or not, there's nothing you can do about it; it's coming—the "f-art".
May 18, 2023 at 8:14am
May 18, 2023 at 8:14am
#1049780
         I am. Each and every one of them had been affixed to the wall with a pin. I have always found solace in the unpredictable chaos of life. To me, it is like a beautiful symphony, with each note playing its own unique role in creating a harmonious whole. So, I toss in whatever I want, allowing the pieces to fall where they may. It may appear as a confused mess to others, but to me, it is perfectly orchestrated—a masterpiece. For a fleeting moment, they entered my world, only to disappear without a trace. Their intensity is glaring. I found myself unable to discern the direction they would take. When the final chapter of one's existence draws to a close, the particulars become inconsequential. As the final act drew to a close and the theatre fell into silence, I could still discern the faint melody of the stout soprano resonating within the shadows. What ensued was a sense of tranquilly for me—finally, it arrived.
May 18, 2023 at 5:23am
May 18, 2023 at 5:23am
#1049777
         He stood there, gazing, just watching the train pass by him again and again, like it was a dream, waving goodbye each time. He put in his effort, and he wasn't the least bit timid; he wasn't giving up. That depiction flawlessly captures his essence. He held onto the conviction that his spirit bore wings, enabling him to soar among the highest stars—the sleepy heavens above.
May 17, 2023 at 3:02am
May 17, 2023 at 3:02am
#1049699
         I bumbled into my chamber, oozing with perplexity and yearning for a fix to my predicament. I was just jonesin' for a fix to keep my head straight. Just like any other fella, I can't help but notice 'em, those jolly birds chirpin' away to their own tune, wherever I roam, all 'round the city. I'm a shattered soul on a never-ending journey towards wholeness. I aim to transcend my being each day and evolve into a more admirable manifestation of myself than the previous day. Better? Do I think I'm feeling any better today? The news kept blaring about how we're living in better times, but I couldn't feel any improvement in my soul. The media of today just spout off to make a buck or get the boot. They say what they've gotta say, and that's that. God's voice? My peepers roam the pad with a touch of doubt, and lo and behold, resting on the end table adjacent to my chill, ancient, soggy divan in this shack: my quill and parchment. Oh, my sweet dream of an addict, lost in his own world, a land of make-believe where he lives to believe and won't wake up anytime soon.
May 14, 2023 at 9:05pm
May 14, 2023 at 9:05pm
#1049605
         In the realm of artistic creation and even in the broader scope of existence, the dichotomy of good versus bad holds no weight. The value of one's creations or accomplishments cannot be measured in such simplistic terms. This holds true whether one is discussing the art of writing or the complexities of life itself. Rules are a necessary component of maintaining order and ensuring that our actions are in line with societal expectations. Adhering to these norms is crucial, as it allows us to stay grounded in certainty and ensures that our behaviour is deemed acceptable by the broader public. It's imperative to always bring your best to whatever you deem worthy of your efforts—I mean nothing short of your absolute best.

         For any aspiring writer looking to make the leap to professional authorship, it is imperative to always strive for excellence in one's craft. Dedication to honing one's writing skills is key to success in the competitive world of publishing. The matter of whether or not something is deemed "acceptable" by industry standards is inconsequential to the discourse at hand. The content producer's primary idea for the piece holds paramount importance, with the subsequent evolution of the concept following closely behind. To join the ranks of the uninspired masses, colloquially known as commoners, one need only adhere to their established norms. If you think you've got what it takes to outshine the rest and make a name for yourself, then just be you.

         Whatever you're peddling will be customised to suit the buyer's needs, whether it's a minor tweak or a major overhaul. It's those who are ponying up the money that hold the cards and ultimately call the shots—a universal principle that cuts across all manner of enterprises. Just because you may have a certain level of notoriety, it doesn't necessarily grant you the authority to dictate the course of your life. Only when you achieve independence can you truly be the master of your own destiny. Yet not every individual reigns supreme in their chosen industry, where their livelihoods depend on their expertise. In other words, their ability to "bring home the bacon" may be compromised.

         Do what's right for you and your craft. And be okay with it if others have to promote or peddle your work in a way that tweaks or overhauls what you've made. It's strictly business, nothing personal. The notion that being a public figure grants you complete control is a fallacy, as far as I can discern. Sorry, but you ain't going to pull that off until you hit the big leagues of godhood, "independence," in either your personal or professional realm.
May 14, 2023 at 4:42am
May 14, 2023 at 4:42am
#1049576
         The various phases of the writing process necessitate distinct approaches based on the writer's unique needs and the surrounding circumstances. The notion of a journey, rather than a predetermined destiny, resonates deeply with me as a writer. From ideation to presentation, the process can encompass a spectrum of tasks, including brainstorming, drafting, editing, and ultimately delivering the final product. Each and every stage holds immense value in my eyes, and I eagerly anticipate their arrival with each passing day.

         In the ideation phase, one may simply engage in mental reverie or hastily jot down notes on any available surface, be it a humble serviette or a trusty mobile device for voice recording. In my heyday, I was a post-it note aficionado, relishing the opportunity to scrawl my thoughts on those little squares of paper. I gathered them into receptacles for further processing.

         Next, I'd proceed to jot down those fragments of concepts. My drafting process is more akin to a sacred ritual. The drafting stage was a moment of transcendence for me, a preparation for the cross-over to another plane. In my writing arsenal, I have a notebook that's fully equipped with all the essentials and then some: pens, page markers, calendars, and a plethora of other delightful trinkets. But the gem, the most crucial tool in my kit, is undoubtedly my collection of fountain pens—writing instruments that effortlessly translate my thoughts onto paper without any hindrance. For me, it's all about the fountain pens—any kind of fancy will do. The notebook configuration brims with accoutrements that mirror my muse. Not everyone craves such extravagance.

         And so, I find myself at the editing stage, seated before my ever-loyal computer and utilising my favourite software for writing sans distraction. Achieving a state of distraction-free focus is an absolute necessity for transferring one's thoughts seamlessly from the pages of a notebook to the digital realm of a computer. There'll always be some tweaks, but I'll do my darnedest to stay true to the source material without any funny business. The meticulously crafted texts would undergo a thorough editing process to meet my specific needs before being published on the designated platform. In some cases, further refinement may be necessary, particularly in the realm of contemporary technology, media, and blogging. Archiving and mapping my completed work would be the ultimate step.

         The journey of my writing, as previously mentioned in this piece, is a fluid one. If the arduous task of writing doesn't require my immediate attention, I engage in other creative pursuits, such as constructing intricate characters or crafting elaborate fictional universes. However, presently, such endeavours are of lesser priority.

         It took me a considerable amount of time to uncover and refine this particular approach to align with my personal preferences and inclinations. Certain individuals may prefer expeditious and forceful methods, while others may favour a more gradual and relaxed approach. All you've got to do is uncover your own.

         My routine is steeped in ritual, and I relish it, particularly during the exploratory phase—a truly transcendent experience. The initial stride marks the commencement of an infinite journey; we might as well relish each stride en route to an interminable existence of solitary writing.
May 13, 2023 at 8:17am
May 13, 2023 at 8:17am
#1049550
         I need not put pen to paper to make my voice heard. A "voice" is the very essence of my being, and from a tender age, I've been blessed with a "rebellious" one. I can still vividly remember my father's words, "You ought to have pursued a career in law!" He was always one to express his opinions with fervour. I remain a rebel in all my pursuits, even to this day.

         I beg to differ on the notion that "voice" dominates supreme as the paramount element of a "story" or any written work, but in the case of composing a blog post intended for public consumption, I concur. In order to make a living as a writer, one must possess the ability to adapt to the unique "voices" of others when composing works such as memoirs or biographies. As the adage goes, "Each individual possesses a narrative to recount about their own life." Should you fail to discover your true self, expressing your thoughts and opinions to others may prove to be a daunting task.

         There appears to be no definitive guidance on the development and preservation of a narrator's or character's voice, as each writer has their own unique approach. The concept of "narration" is essentially a matter of "point of view", taking on the guise of "first-person", "second-person," or "third-person" in order to convey the voice of your "character" in either a work of fiction or non-fiction. It is important to distinguish this from the "writer's" voice. In this composition, the author employs a first-person narrative to convey his personal knowledge and opinions, a second-person perspective to address the reader, and a third-person point of view for general information. One has the ability to fabricate any vocal persona for any fictional individual. Not every writer would infuse their authentic "voice" into their "fiction," but there exist a few who do so, owing to their unwavering "convictions" and the principles they "embrace" in their existence. If one lacks a clear sense of personal values and beliefs, then indeed, there may be little substance to articulate or advocate for. The phrase that springs to mind evokes the famous quote from the film Sucker Punch: "If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything."

         Pornography is a realm of fantasy, where the characters' voices are crafted to suit the writer's whims and fancies. Not every performer in the adult entertainment industry conforms to the roles they portray on screen. Such a presumption would be tantamount to perpetuating stereotypes. In reality, these individuals may very well be just as unremarkable as the average person, going about their daily business like the rest of us.

         The use of the term "voice" in lieu of "active" or "passive" strikes me as a suboptimal selection of nomenclature, as I perceive it to be a writing technique. In my writing, I tend to favour the term "style" over "voice" when referring to the active or passive style that characterises my written expression.

         Opting for an engaging presentation or prioritising the representation over the object are both stylistic decisions that a writer may make. For numerous individuals, the "active" style is their preferred option, yet I do not deem it to be the case for myself. Each plays a distinct role in conveying the author's intended meaning to the reader. The active style is predominantly favoured in the realm of advertising and marketing copywriting, as it imparts a sense of immediacy and demands a response. As previously noted under the classification of "style," there exist a plethora of other "styles" that can captivate the reader's attention, including but not limited to demonstrating rather than stating, employing evocative language, and even fashioning striking visualisations.

         The conventional preaching within the writing community regarding the necessity of utilising "active" over "passive" is, in my humble opinion, an imprecise prescription for proper stylistic usage in writing. To be frank, I am among those writers who opt for a passive style to achieve a reflective writing voice whenever feasible. It tends to be less conformist for readers when written voice exudes a pensive and introspective quality, delving into the notion of voice from various perspectives and linking it to individual convictions and encounters. The style can be characterised as relaxed and colloquial.

         The responsibility falls upon the writer to articulate their unique voice, selecting from a range of narrative techniques and stylistic approaches that best align with their intended presentation.
May 6, 2023 at 3:34am
May 6, 2023 at 3:34am
#1049281
" ... "
"Did you hear that?" " That!"
It's him.
It's always him.
"I know you won't admit."
will who.

" ... "
"That again," that piece of waste!
I fixed my attention on the firearm, chock-full of rubber balls.
"I know what you think."
waste of time!

"Where's my..."
SHIRT!
April 30, 2023 at 2:02am
April 30, 2023 at 2:02am
#1049022
The boy and his friend ventured to a museum. They approached the bronze statue of a man, a knight of noble bearing, brandishing a sword of triumph. The young one contemplated, gazed skyward, and uttered, "Does he ever get tired of the monotony of his daily routine, day in and day out, for the entirety of his existence?" His companion maintained a stoic demeanour, and together they perused the other exhibits. The statue exhaled a deep breath and pondered to itself, "Another influx of imbeciles for the day."


***


         As with most writers, they cannot help but envision themselves as knights in shining armour, wielding their pen like a mighty sword. Somehow, Koe did not envision herself as a valiant warrior charging into the fray, brandishing her sword, and unleashing a fierce battle cry. Koe found herself in a surreal state, observing her own body lying on an operating table.
         Koe's sentiments towards her craft resemble those of a surgeon conducting a post-mortem examination on herself. She delved deep within herself, wielding a sharp scalpel to extract any remnants of knowledge she could salvage. Even now, she continues to grapple with the reasons behind her unyielding pursuit of understanding. At times, the universe appears to acknowledge her revelations, but more often than not, it remains indifferent, and yet she persists in her actions with a sense of ceremony. Sometimes, she contemplates whether it is an addiction. Who can truly fathom the experience of a writer until they have donned the shoes and walked the path as one of their own? That, my friend, is the only path to becoming a writer—to write, and to write fervently, if one is so inclined.
         Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin, intertwined in a dance that we cannot escape. It was merely a day of excavating herself from within. If she weren't cautious, she might just bleed herself dry in the process. If such an occurrence were to transpire, she would mend her wounds and convalesce. That was the moment when Koe would persuade herself to immerse herself in the act of reading. She decided to pause and release her hair for a brief moment.
         After that, Koe, who fancied herself a writer, would commence slicing herself open from within, repeatedly and without respite, until her spirit could bear it no longer. Somehow, she felt a strange sensation in her gut that there could never be enough as she grasped her surgical knife.
April 29, 2023 at 7:23am
April 29, 2023 at 7:23am
#1048972
         We moved about like tiny ants, each with our own purposeless direction and destination. It was an uncommon occurrence for us to engage in such behaviour. We scurried along in a uniform queue, as if we were heading towards an unknown destination, but our minds were clouded with confusion, as if the world was on the brink of an apocalypse. The crackling lightning split the inky sky asunder, and the booming thunder echoed the fury of the divine. As she struggled to comprehend the pandemonium, a colossal foot loomed above her, descending with force and crushing all that lay in its path. She found herself enveloped in an endless shroud of darkness, stretching out before her for all eternity.
         Koe Aoki awoke to yet another haunting dream and found herself in a predicament that greatly disrupted her daily routine. It is imperative that she take action to rectify the situation. It was far from normal. Koe Aoki rose from the floor of her bedroom, amidst her cushions and coverlet. She found herself abruptly jolted from her slumber, as if she had been unceremoniously ejected from a tumultuous dream. The dreams that visit her grow increasingly tangible with each passing night. Koe Aoki ventured into the obscurity, making her way towards the kitchen to quench her thirst. On a night as humid as this, she longed for the soothing touch of a cup of cold water.
         As Koe Aoki emerged from her bedroom and set foot in the hallway, her attention was drawn to a murky silhouette loitering by her stained glass-encased entry point. The eerie silhouette sent shivers down her spine, and an envelope materialised through the crevice beneath the entrance, landing softly on the carpeted expanse of her home. The enigmatic silhouette then departed. Koe Aoki hurried to the window, gazing out at her front porch and the nocturnal street beyond, eager to catch a glimpse of whoever might be lurking there. She gazed upon an empty expanse, where all was as it perpetually ought to be. Koe Aoki grasped the envelope with a sense of detachment and sauntered towards the kitchen, her eyes scanning the contents of the refrigerator for the jug of water. The illumination emanating from the refrigerator provided a clear perspective of the envelope. On the front of the envelope, her name was inscribed in bold letters, yet there was no indication of its origin or destination on the postage. And on the back, there was no return address to reveal the mysterious sender. Inside the envelope lay a greeting card bearing the words "Happy Birthday" and the signature of the sender. It was not her birthday, but there was something about it. The name struck a chord of recognition within her, reminiscent of a tale she penned in her distant past about a character bearing that very same moniker.
         Koe Aoki quenched her thirst with a glass of water that she poured from the refrigerator's jug and hurriedly proceeded to the study room adjacent to the kitchen. The computer, a faithful companion, hums softly day and night, a constant presence in her otherwise solitary existence. Koe Aoki has a proclivity for being primed to embrace impromptu notions that may arise unannounced. She delved into a heap of documents and directories until she stumbled upon the name. There was a certain character who existed only in the realm of fiction and had the ability to take on any form he desired for the benefit of other characters. Meanwhile, in that alternate reality, the character was an author who struggled to make a living from his craft. There was the one she fashioned, which bears resemblance on this very day, half a decade prior. Koe Aoki found herself muttering with a sense of disbelief, "Oh, dear." As her eyes brimmed with tears, a sense of trepidation washed over her.

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