Ok, I Tried Substack, I Give Up

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:

Art and Individualism

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 😁

Mid Summer Writer Melt Down

“If you are going to be a writer there is nothing I can say to stop you; if you’re not going to be a writer nothing I can say will help you. What you really need at the beginning is somebody to let you know that the effort is real.” –James Baldwin

There’s something about living through your dreams that people talk about, but you don’t really understand until you’re in the midst of it all. And for me, the words left by writers of the past are often my biggest inspiration during those frustrating times. Writing is hard. But I know for a fact I’d rather be here than in college or working for someone’s else’s dream. It’s not that writing is my only option or a better option at that. I have a million other options, but this is the option that draws me to a new day, that carries me through the dark, and where I get to live my joys two or sometimes even three times over. I not only have to write, I have to live, and I cannot sacrifice my very own wild and beautiful life any longer.

For me, writing is hard. It’s extraordinarily frustrating. I finished the first draft of my second novel, and I’ve begun working on my third while editing the second. And while I do those, I try to share a few words with the world every day. I don’t have a huge community of people cheering me on. What I do have is a beautiful collection of people cheering me on from all different walks of life and I don’t think I’d change that. But sometimes it does get a little lonely.

Regardless of what platform I’m using, who my friends are, or what man decides he’s going to love me through it all, I will have a deep and profound desire to write a book and another one and another one. I don’t think anything outside myself will take that away. It hasn’t yet. I don’t want to be a genius. I don’t want to be a pop star. I want to write books and talk to people about writing books.

“Something that irritates you and won’t let you go. That’s the anguish of it. Do this book, or die. You have to go through that. Talent is insignificant. I know a lot of talented ruins. Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck, but most of all, endurance.” –James Baldwin

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We Go Together

💫A Poem💫

We can figure this out together. 🫶🏽

It won’t be the same way 🫶🏽

they figured it out 🫶🏽

because we are not them. 🫶🏽

Some things might work 🫶🏽

others are outdated. 🫶🏽

The best way to get through this is 🫶🏽

together. 🫶🏽

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

Still Hazy

✨A Poem✨

Hazy skies, 🔥

blood red throats, 🔥

sore ears, 🔥

dry mouth, and 🔥

the scent of burnt… something. 🔥

The imagination goes wild 🔥

wondering what ailment 🔥

could come next. 🔥

Maybe none at all. 🔥

But the sky still hazy 🔥

and the sun 🔥

still shaded 🔥

are exactly where they’re supposed to be. 🔥

-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

3am Club

Lift the scissors ✂️

snip the string ✂️

place a layer of salt ✂️

on the rim ✂️

This is immortal ✂️

everlasting ✂️

and there’s a million ways to break free ✂️

See what you see ✂️

feel what you feel ✂️

and drift somewhere ✂️

between awake and asleep. ✂️

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson