novel excerpt.

she reads a lot.
but novels, not so much.
she likes poetry because poems are often not about
tim or tom or daisy or doll
they are about you.

it’s like reading a song where you get to pick the tune.

and in these books, she found pieces of herself.
which was something so dear to her.

because so much of her was lost.

when she was young
she wore her heart on her sleeve
and gave out pieces of it to others
unconditionally
but they broke those pieces and left her
and now she had these holes in places she couldn’t reach
and if only band-aids could fix a broken heart

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there’s this boy,

there’s this boy; his name means ambitious and auspicious and someone who soars.

he is beautiful, and hard working, and he definitely does soar.
but the biggest thing about him is that
his heart is filled with so much love,
his capacity for it amazes me.

so of course, this boy meets a girl, and many things happen
and all the things that happen, if you really get a chance to see them,
leave you with the feeling like
ah. so this is what they meant by “love”.

(and oh, so this can happen outside of a movie script?)

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so what i want to do is…
– i want to write their story.

but i don’t know how to write something based on true events
without saying too much, or fabricating too much.

it seems like it’ll be a story with all feelings, no plot.
all telling, no showing.

is that okay?

can i write something like that?

just a pure, simple story
of my observations of other people’s stories?

is that something i can write?

novel excerpt. “i thought too much, and did too little”

i was always a serious child
i thought too much, and did too little
and stuck to the safety nets of swings and sandcastles while other kids braved through monkey bars and climbing the trees on the playground

i watched a lot of movies, and read a lot of books, so
i saw things differently, in my head
i was the lead role, and i had a special purpose
“the chosen one”
this weird little self-indulgent, yet oh so common theme in fiction
and i fed right into it

thinking i could control the weather, and seeing magical trees where there was lightposts
breathing life into inanimate objects
and believing a swing could teach me to fly

i had alternate names and identities
and thought fame was something worth attaining
little did i know

reality was always much too mundane, is always too mundane
and i loved seeing colours where there was only grey, and feeling like the wind in my hair
was there just to kiss my cheeks and brighten my day 

i’m trying to tell stories (my writing projects)

but i’m pretty new to novel/story writing, so.

please. i’ll be posting excerpts and things, and any feedback at all would be much appreciated! ^^ thank you in advance~

to start this off, some of the projects i am working on:

1. novel called “in case you cared” a slice-of-life, coming-of-age type story told in a mixture of poetry and prose

2. a series of short story type snippets about a family, called “life with the charming family”; i’m doing this as a writing exercise and i’ll try to post an entry for it at least once a week starting sometime next week ^^

3. novel series called “the storytellers”, a group of novels about different people who love to tell stories, each person using a different medium (painting, directing, composing music, writing, etc.). part fantasy, part slice-of-life. dual world settings.
related post(s):
sometimes, i sit on the trees while i write;
faster, faster, faster!

more excerpts:
i want you to be happy;
please be okay;

so. i hope you will support me as i try to find my way around this writing thing. ^^ i have a bad habit of dropping projects before they are finished if i have no one holding me accountable for them, so hopefully, posting regularly on this blog will help me actually see these writing projects through. 🙂

thank you to anyone who has taken the time to read this~
i hope you will leave me a comment, and maybe we can get to know each other ^^ i am always up for meeting new people, and making new friends 😀

– rain.