“One sodden morning, Sofia tripped up the steps to the tram and spat out her two front teeth. The blood was a trickling brook down her chin.
A hand reached for hers to help her up, speechless at the accidental violence. Someone found their voice and whispered, ‘poor darling.’ A businesswoman fished out a plastic bag, plucked the bloodied pearls from the floor and wrapped them up.
‘You should go to the hospital,’ she said kindly. ‘Ring your boss.’
My god. I have spent the last day shredding this paragraph into pieces. I know the direction I want to take the story, now. So why can’t I write?
The most frustrating part of studying creative writing is workshopping everyone else’s pieces, and then feeling that your own writing doesn’t measure up, feeling like you’re limited as a writer, that your own voice isn’t strong enough and never will be.
And then you have nights where your fingertips are tripping over the keyboard like a tap dancer, and everything just feels right on Microsoft Word at 3am. Until you look at it the next morning and want to turn your brain inside out.
That’s 2 gifs I’ve made lately that, idk, I didn’t make because there was a cute thing worth animating. I just wanted to tell a story.
And I always think no one will like them because they feel more like slideshows and then people do and it’s like o_o <333.
The other was the 8059 one <3.
“Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.” ”
—— Cyril Connolly
Saw this quote on em-pathetic-writerchick and fell in love with it :)
