Always remember how much you have survived. Your world has fallen apart before. Time and time again and the rest of the world has still kept going despite the fact that you are broken. And after thinking you will never recover, never get up off the floor again, you have, dusted yourself off and carried on. If you have survived your world shattering, over and over again, and you are still here, a bit damaged, a bit broken but still here – you should be proud of yourself. Because that is no small thing.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
So true... And still here!
The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of the world but those who fight and win battles that others do not know anything about.
Jonathan Harnisch (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Fighting all the time...
Prolog:
Slapsindet sygelig selvbevidst. Skam og fortrydelse grovædes af de store sorte fugle der lurer i de alt for mange cirklers brudstykker, der til forveksling ligner styrtdykkende datidssjæle, sorte også flokke, ikke til at skille fra de store sorte fugles knivskarpe mønstre.
Svigefulde syge silhuetter.
Mening.
Beslutsom og viljefast. Hov nej, kuling med vindrester af storhed. Småfugle…
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POSSIBLE ENDINGS. Sorry, danish prose… https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ Summary: The story is in place. The fiction can't be more fictive. Of Course there's still a lot of my figures adjusting details. Like if they deserve their own timeline; if they should be in 1.person and tell their story through their own eyes and mind or if they should be told… So on. As for myself, or "myself" or… -all the characters more or less with parts of me. Including past, present, even future, and lots of memories and memories of me through others thoughts, well… I'm most concerned about the ending. Of it all. Of the story; of "me" and me. I actually don't know. An ending. Yes. But which comes first? The ending of fiction? Or the ending of me? And what really matters? Most? #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter (Not true... But the words are!) #prose #meandmystory #ending #endings #danish #novel #writing #selfie #white #mood #justafittingpicturetothestorylinkedtootherwisenotwithanyrealconnection (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Central Denmark Region)
I need protection badly then.
“We all create stories to protect ourselves.”
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
Flawed picturesque. Picturesque, but partly. Or, just a thought, it could be 'still life', 'stilleben', out of order. Literally, not keeping still but moving. Not much, only causing some unwanted reflection. A tiny streak in a corner. If it wasn't too obvious, too easy, it would be a symbol. A picture of the never quite perfect life. But that is way too simple. We believe in picturesque moments. Life rolling over, playing dead. Holding its breath. Yes! That posture. Don't move! Don't blink! Don't twitch! Don't flinch! Look alive! Come on, make at least an effort… No! Catch that life before it moves. Kill if you have to. And get the picturesque before it goes into decay. Being rotten might be living. But the flaws could smell rather bad. In time, it'll all dissolve. Maybe picturesque? #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #picturesque #flawed #tooeasy #playingdead #stilllife #symbolic #decaying #being #aliveorjustbreathing #circleoflife #thisisjuststupidnonsensecausedbylackofpropermobilecamandtheresultofthat (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Picturesque)
And again... And again... If necessary 😉
reminder: you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over.
True...
Writer’s Curse
You start with a thought, a word, a sentence, a verse. Then you curse.
You work on grammar, syntax, synonyms, meter, then you have a rhyme.
You struggle with meaning, homonyms, depth, time why not be retro.
You try to rhyme orange, banal, succor, rose. Why rhyme rose? I think I’ll do prose.
You take the paper; cross out, replace, erase, wad it up and throw it out. Then you shout it out.
You grab a new thought, piece of paper, new words, cup of coffee. new verse, And that is the writer’s curse.
K. C. Barry
Well, I'll try that waiting game out...
“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”
— Lemony Snicket, The Ersatz Elevator
And that IS all of us! 👍
Shoutout to the bookish people who;
Can’t afford special editions.
Don’t have fancy bookshelves with Christmas lights around them.
Are male, older, or poc.
Can’t afford a monthly box, like YA or Owlcrate.
Don’t even have a room full of books, or shelves worth, maybe you just have a handful stacked somewhere.
Prefer eReaders.
Might only have worn down, or mass market paperbacks, because they’re cheapest.
Because regardless, we all love the same thing. We’re all here for the same thing. Stories.
As I know I do...
“I don’t forgive people because I’m weak, I forgive them because I am strong enough to know people make mistakes.”
— Marilyn Monroe