Gar's patented cure for writers block:. You feel blocked on writing a really good story. OK, so go on write something regardless of quality. Pick the first plot that comes to you, make up some characters that can drive the story, and write the thing from beginning to end. When you are done look at the result, and conclude one of two things:
A) this is garbage, unfixable. Figure out exactly what went wrong, and rewrite the same story, but do it right, differnet characters, different style different world building (AKA "setting"). If there is something salvageable salvage, but pretty much start over from scratch.
B) Decide , "Hey this isn't bad - it just needs some repair" and then edit the hell out of it, rewriting only those parts that need rewriting.
Oh and about that patent. Never said it was patented by me.
ONE WORD, AN ESCAPE, NEVER! timothy cox
if only there was a word
one word for all i feel
the one word to erase it all
like she wants
like i want it to come slow ever so slow
and as it comes let it be sudden
and invisible to all that i feel
just one touch,
one touch and she'll heal
but i will never
so all is lost forever
the last take
if only it could
make me feel so real
no more sidelines
not another deal
just needs to be right
for both in the light
as the curtains are drawn
and the set come crashing
crashing into a heavy fall
hoping to help us all
nothing will ever help
ever stop
ever heal
for the pain that encircles my head
not in the form of a halo
but of heat waves of confusion
my brain exploding soon
but nothing will ever help
and as the feeling of nothingness
and of life being nothingness begins to slow
a new feeling sets in and i know it will only get worse
there is but one hope of a future
beyond what just came and passed
and it is that it might come again
and let it be that when it may return
it returns not for me
but for the lost soul who cant find her future
and doesnt want it
and therefore doesnt deserve it
pity on those who want to end the suffering
but pity more on those who want to go back in time
for doing so will only make them have to relive the
very moment they must escape
in life
in death
in anything that matters and all that doesn't
there is no escape
no pain no ending to anything
including this never-ending poem that wakes and
sleeps inside of me from day to day
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AN EDITED VERSION OF THIS NEXT POEM IS BEING PUBLISHED BY POETRY.COM
The Curse
When the neighborhood forgets its best,
And brings out all its worst,
He lets it out,
With just one shout,
And falls into the curse.
It takes him places he couldn't dream,
It takes him back and forth.
He goes to Hell,
Lives in a cell,
And learns of what he's worth.
Just one week in Hell is all it takes,
To bring out this kid's hate.
For his mother,
For her brother,
Everyone in the state.
Then eight hours for seven more days,
As the end of the walk.
He goes to school.
He acts all cool.
Then kids begin to talk.
Almost two years more and still on pills.
Taking them now and then.
He's feeling fine,
Showing no sign,
Of needing medicine.
Until the woman who begot him,
Rips his support away.
His loving aunt,
Who now he can't,
Talk to on a bad day.
Inside himself is three months of pain.
Wanting to restore life,
Maybe to kill,
He pops a pill
And cuts his wrist by knife.
At just a single moment's notice,
She's given back to him.
Nothing is right.
Can't be that night.
When it is all so dim.
So the curse shall always stay with him.
It will define the boy.
It will remain.
He'll be insane.
I really need to take my brain out and slap it around some. I've got two stories requested, and all my brain is doing is dithering.
Connie, go write. Just write, and don't worry about if it's any good (tho' I'm sure it will be). Dithering does nothing but paralyze you and keep you from writing. So says the lady finally tackling the 2nd draft of her book proposal. Go, shoo! Write!
Not bad, newbie.
Yeah, Connie, you write good fanfics. And even the worst story is better than the best bomb. Or so I tell myself when I'm all "You're boring, played out and have stupid hair." about myself.
Flitting in briefly from slow dial-up land for more Name That Character. In this case urgent, since Sergeant Nameless is a key player in the next scene I'm planning to write:
Is my crusty, ugly, bad-ass, somewhat criminal but more or less on the side of the angels sergeant Davey Bacon, Davey Baines, or Davey Ball?
My gut reaction is Bacon, and, given that I've just had chocolate pudding to appease the inner food gods, I think that's not because of the yum.
Davey Ball has a nice ring to it but he would have been teased mercilessly as a child.
I like Ball, but I'm afraid it's too punny on a variety of levels. But sometimes punny isn't such a bad thing, and it *is* a real name, so I waffle undecidedly.
