Underneath my favorite blanket
behind the screen where all my thoughts
unfold into something for me to see.
Outside a storm is brewing.
Inside I’m winding down and ready
to think up something new.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
A place where you can be human.
Underneath my favorite blanket
behind the screen where all my thoughts
unfold into something for me to see.
Outside a storm is brewing.
Inside I’m winding down and ready
to think up something new.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
“Instead of worrying about what you cannot control, shift your energy to what you can create.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart: Inspirational Thoughts for Living Your Best Life
There’s things that happen that are out of our control like this upcoming storm. It completely ruined my birthday plans. Completely out of my control but what I have in my control is what I can around the house to make my day more enjoyable.
We can write our stories how we desire. It can turn out to be something different once we finish but we get to decide whether it’s worth finishing or if it should be scrapped. Writing is the liberation from the limitations of this world. I believe that.
There’s so many limitations the world wants to place on us. From how we dress to the way we talk there are expectations we are expected to meet whether we want them placed on us or not. When we close the door to write those things drift away and we can sing and dance through our poetry.
The light buzzes behind my 🐝
eyelids that weigh more 🐝
than the ad offers. 🐝
An accumulation of information 🐝
only to get lost somewhere 🐝
inside a mind that stretches 🐝
across the universe. 🐝
Do I float to retrieve it 🐝
or let it go?
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Let’s Get Connected!
sweet berries buried
far beneath
the stones that feel immovable
with one’s own strength
confuse confound conflate
To each’s own
a treasure’s known
so let our wild spirits roam
-Saschia Jayne Johnson
It’s fall
Small talk: We have a Nor’Easter pending.
Gentle Reminder: I hope today you give yourself grace for being a full on human.
Yesterday’s post was a reminder that your published book isn’t the finish line. It’s just one more piece of the process that worth celebrating.
Thank you for your support 🙏
You rolled off my sacred tongue and into some place.
where there’s few passing cars and trees
lots of trees.
Who am I to find you where you are?
What am I to do when I seek you?
I’m content in the comfort of my own writing chair
illuminated by the words scrolling across the screen.
And if I get there,
what’s to become of this corner
where my imagination can run free?
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
“Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance.” — Samuel Johnson
I didn’t see how or when I’d ever finished my first novel, but somehow, I managed to make it to the end. It was a humbling experience that I needed to have. It had to happen because for some reason it was my finish line, but when a writer publishes a book, it’s not the finish line. The finish line is either death or the place of your choosing. Don’t get me wrong, publishing your work is something worth celebrating! The thing is if you plan to publish novelssss, it’s just one piece of a potentially lifelong process. Now that the ghost of my unpublished novel is done nipping at my heels, I can get back to being a writer.
Let’s Get Connected!
“For some of us the need to write is so profound that if we can’t do it we are quite miserable.” –Dinitia Smith
It’s not that I write to avoid being miserable. I enjoy writing very much. I deeply enjoy returning to these two novels I’ve been working on. I can’t share much about them yet, but they really are the highlight of my writing ritual. I can just dive into these worlds and play. That makes it sound like an escape, but I enjoy being alive more now than ever. So it’s not the escape either.
So, what makes me write every day?
The ritual of it. At first, I wrote for a million other reasons, but when it comes down to it, I just want to write novels. The question is “How bad do you want it?” I want it bad enough to sit at the computer for 5 hours a day to work on it. That’s a really boring answer but the truth is often unremarkable.
I mean that’s not all, writing has other benefits: understanding myself better, understanding my fellow man better, tweaking my belief system, and a million other reasons that draw me in. Sometimes the draw is a connection to those who have passed through my life and left a mark.
What makes you write?
Let’s Get Connected!
It’s not just some lover who came
and left me empty
standing at the edge of the world.
It’s something else entirely.
My romance is a mystery
cloaked with a veil,
an obsession that’s never satiated, and a
string of words that must
kiss the lips of my imagination
or no one will ever know what it is to be human.
-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson
Let’s Get Connected!
I’ve tried Substack, I’m terrible at it. So here I am back at WordPress. Maybe I’ll try Substack again, but I’m really not motivated enough to do more there than I am here. I’m struggling to connect with writers over there and the notes are just like Facebook and IG at this point. I do make it a point to seek out long-form content on Substack but the content I’m interested in isn’t going onto my feed. It takes a lot of work to seek out writers that I can connect with. I connected a lot better with people on Medium than I have on Substack. I must say thought, it was fun learning a new writing platform and they have a lot of amazing features that I think most writers would appreciate so it was a complete loss. It’s really just that the community is lacking like every other platform. Those features are great but I have access to most of them here and I can understand how to connect better with writers over here. WordPress has done well. Also it doesn’t auto-post to other platforms which is really really annoying.
So anyways here’s yesterday’s post:
Thoughts on what separates artist from the world.

“Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.” ~Oscar Wilde
We share the world with creatives that see things in the most beautiful ways. We get to learn and connect with them in a million tiny moments. That’s the gift of being human. We are the ones who get to paint the world how it is and how it could be. We get to explore the paths never taken and ponder whether the different paths made any difference at all.
We may be surrounded by creativity but we, as artists, are still set apart.
Our art and the commitment we make to it separates us from those around us who choose to shrink into conformity. I also have moments of conformity but they are often chosen with intention rather than just doing it with no thought at all. But daily I choose a different life, a life of vulnerability and uncertainty. A life filled with observation and presence, rest, and mental frustrations so that I can share with the world what it is. To give them a chance to see for a moment through a different set of eyes.
I am an artist. I am a writer.
Thanks for reading 😁
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