Pearlescent

A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.

I once had a collection of pearls in an iridescent shell. Each one contained a piece of my heart. Some I wore on a necklace when I needed them while others were safe away from the cruel world.

They shimmered in the sunlight and brought me strength when I doubted myself. With so many, I occasionally gifted one to the people I cared deeply for. Sometimes, they gifted one back.

One day, a man came into my life and shared his heart’s pearls with me, so I shared mine with him. A woman soon joined us, and our pearls glimmered as if from the same shell. They were beautiful together.

That was until I stumbled, and my pearls rolled away. My friends did not reach out to catch them. Instead, they stomped and crushed them to dust until my heart had no joy, no laughter, only emptiness. Once there were no more pearls, the pair left me to pick up the pieces.

I collected all the dust I could and placed it back in the shell. For weeks, months, I stared at that shell with my broken heart, occasionally peeking at the destruction inside. 

Each time I did, I cried until I was out of tears for the day. Begging my friends did nothing, only left more anger and pain within me.

Those who broke my pearls did not take responsibility but blamed me until I blamed myself. 

Eventually, I stopped looking in the shell, but the memory of the cracking pearls haunted my days and nights. I was adrift in this fog with no strength or solace. 

I ached with more pain than I could handle. It drained me, stole the last of my hope. Days, weeks, months passed as my heart remained pearlescent dust. I wandered aimlessly in a fog, going through the motions as one does when they have little to live for.

I cannot recall what made me look in the shell one day. A speck of hope or desperation. But when I looked, a pearl had reformed, and a piece of my heart along with it. 

Now, I open the shell to find more reformed pearls. 

They do not shine the way they once did, but the pieces of my heart come back one by one. 

Image by Myriams-Fotos at Pixabay.com

Let Me Hate You

A little poem from my random Bursts of Words collection.

Tell me you need me and that you care.

Let me hear you say I’m your superstar, your favourite.

Take all I offer and more.

Give me all you are and will be.

Take my passion.

Steal my creativity and inspiration.

Use me, then throw me away.

Don’t say you’re sorry.

Just let me hate you.

Image by Peggychoucair at Pixabay

I Dare You!

Warning: Graphic images of adult content.

How many ways can you be daring in your writing? 

It’s all about showing the most vulnerable side of your characters, which might represent your most vulnerable side, too. No matter your experience, there are certain emotions that can push our writing to its limits. 

There are many events in a book that can make readers uncomfortable, angry, or thrilled for your characters. I’d call any of them a compliment if that was your intention. I’ve read many a torture scene that grossed me out (it’s only fiction) or a sex scene that had me raising my eyebrow or an emotionally tragic scene that brought a tear to my eye.

Death.

Sex.

Insanity.

Abuse.

I’ve read a few pieces inspired by extreme emotions or devastating events. They mean so much more when they come from a place of true emotion, good or bad. This is what connects me to a story and what I hope connects readers to mine. I’ve had amazing responses from my crit buddies to the emotions I’ve poured into my work. 

Don’t fear that vulnerability. Own it and write your heart out. Trust me, it feels amazingly empowering.

Show your crazy. 🤪

Brainstorming!

I am still unpublished right now, and that’s absolutely fine. I’m enjoying the writing process and polishing my work. Nothing is in a state to be published except for maybe a couple of shorter pieces. But while I have the summer off, I’m going to focus on the novels. And that means brainstorming. Lots and lots of brainstorming. 

I love brainstorming. I love seeing the ideas come together to create a story. I also love pre-revision brainstorming to improve said story. Brainstorming alone is fine, but brainstorming with others can be massively helpful as well as encouraging to have someone like your thoughts. Also, you never know what other ideas it prompts. 

It feels like therapy for your WIP. You express what’s causing problems for you and talk it out together. Or having someone listen while you sound out your thoughts is just as therapeutic for your work. I have a few people I love to brainstorm with. Not only are they great for bouncing ideas off, but they’re really nice people, too.  

Even before the various international lockdowns, countless writers have been turning to online communities to discuss their work. It’s easier and more convenient for busy people, especially those of us who are aspiring writers and still need our day jobs. The writing website I’m on is great with helpful forums. I’m open to all and any discussions on writing in general, but when it comes to brainstorming my own work, I find the forums a little unsuitable for my particular style. 

I created a Discord group a few weeks ago. I’m not sure what my original intention was for it, but I soon turned it into a writing group. Since then, I’ve had a few great conversations with a fellow writer on there. And now it’s time to invite more people. 

My idea is simple. To bring a group of fantasy/sci-fi fiction writers together in a place where we can discuss various ideas and approaches to our writing. 

Feel free to ask about my Writing Ranting With Others discord group. You can download discord for free here and find me as SilverLinings#0367. 

The more the merrier.