Do you feel a change coming on,
Rolling out of the blue like a storm,
And it's throwing your dollhouse world in disarray
So you can rebuild or conform
How I wish you'd only see
How your own choices make your dream
Come out shining true before it can leave you
I wish that you could see
How your own choices make your dream
Come out shining true all around you (...)
I above are lyrics. The song is called Changes by Poets of the fall.
The tile of this post is a song called We Shall Not Overcome by Frank Turner
Music is a massive part of my life so I thought I’d share some of my favourite songs with you. And who know, maybe you'll love these artists as much as I do!
Let us crack on.
Today has not been good. In fact it's been one of the worst days I have ever had. But we have to look at things objectively. We have to take a step back, whether it’s from an argument or from a completed piece of work. We need time for the adrenaline to fade away, to confront situations with a clear mind-set and not make rash decisions that we may regret.
As a writer, I tend to leave completed pieces for at least a week before I go back to them. It gives me time to forget about it, gives my mind chance to rest. Then, I will go back to it. I won't make big changes, perhaps just proofreading or line by line editing to see how the sentences flow, if there are any grammar and punctuation mistakes, if the syntax is correct and so on.
I think this can be applied to anything, within reason of course.
We all need to take ourselves out of situations where tensions are running high and arguments could break out. For me, this is common decency. It stops us from hurting those around. It stops any unnecessary anger and conflict.
Why direct your anger, your hatred, your frustration at those humans around you? Why not inject it into your writing instead?
Make the reader feel your emotions.
Make them empathises with your characters, ensure the reader is engaged with your writing. Make them want to read on and find out what happens next.
Make the reader share the piece, make them tell their friends.
Write with emotions. Get it through in your characters, in your action and description, in your dialogue.
There is nothing stopping you.
Take the risk.
My mouth twitches. All my prepared words that were carefully dipped in venom and frozen solid, with their ragged and razor sharp edges, they vanished. These words had warmed and melted into nothingness, the air sucked from my lungs in a single moment. A bead of sweat creates a trail as it slides down my back.
“That’s right, Artie,” Richard spits, as he leans back, a smirk dancing merrily on his lips. “None. You’re no journalist, you’re nothing. Hell, you’re the one who’s not living.”
My hands ache as I let go of the wooden table, small splinters bury themselves further into my skin as I clench my hands. Silently, I reach for my wallet and throw a couple of notes on the table. Pushing my chair back, enjoying the screech it makes on the floor, like nails on a chalkboard. I storm out of the café, ignoring my friends’ shouts and yells, ignore the amused and disgusted glances from strangers.
The door chimes shut as I step onto the pavement and receive a sharp elbow in my side from a stranger. He turns, swears at me and carries on down the street. I blink, my feet move forward of their own accord.
I find myself outside my flat. Slowly, I stomp up the uneven stone steps and unlock the blue door. I let it slam shut, the echo bounces off the walls in the small hallway and ricochets into my ears. My pocket vibrates for what seems to be the millionth time since I left that bloody café. I reach for my knackered mobile and throw at the sofa that should have been replaced ten years ago. I can’t find the energy to be glad and slightly smug that it landed on the sofa and not on the floor.
Small mercies, I suppose.
The above is an extract from my piece Friends, I Thought This Was Living
This piece was inspired by a prompt we were given in class. It went under multiple edits and redrafts, many of which were influenced by my emotions at the time. I think I was frustrated by something at the time. So, instead of hurting those around me or myself, I would convert those feelings and put them into my writing to make it more engaging to the reader.
As a result, I received a very good mark for this piece.
For me, it shows if you put real emotion and effort into a piece of writing, it will pay off. And you will be able to bank those good moments for when things get really bad.
For those aspiring writers out there, next time you feel angry, frustrated or such; write. Even if you never show that draft to anyone, it may inspire another piece in the future.
Put that energy to good use. Don't waste it. Turn it into something positive.
"Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want." – Heath Ledger, from 10 Things I Hate About you.
That’s all for today guys.
Till the next time.