Up before the birds
Up
after the kids fall asleep
Always awake
Always
“I’m just too tired”
Zombie mama
Thought stalker
Let’s get away for a while
Somewhere with a bathtub
That I could sink my nose into
-Saschia
A place where you can be human.
Up before the birds
Up
after the kids fall asleep
Always awake
Always
“I’m just too tired”
Zombie mama
Thought stalker
Let’s get away for a while
Somewhere with a bathtub
That I could sink my nose into
-Saschia
Love is too general
Let’s use more words
To describe the many ways
We cherish those closest to us
I feel my inner child
Squirming
Not wanting to be told
To sit still
Or be patient
I’m tired of hearing
Something better is coming
I’m tired of being positive
And awake
I just want to watch tv
And eat all day
I know this is childish
I know I should just grow up
And face my demons
I will
I will
Just give me 5 more minutes
-Saschia

If only I could remember
These vibrations are only a call
It’s just my phone in my back pocket
Doesn’t ring very often
So when it does
I’m always shocked
I question my mind
I wonder where this feeling is coming from
Then I realize it’s just a call
About the warranty on my car
-Saschia
You are tough
You weren’t born that way
You came out soft and squishy
And full of fantasies
And you tasted just like sugar
Like melted sugar
And rainbows shot from your eyes in the middle of a hurricane
Then it started
the dying
You realized people did very bad things
That people died for no reason
You realized you were someone to be understood only by a few
And you tried for years to understand why
And tried for years to tell yourself you’d be ok
We’d all be ok and you’d make sure of it
You hid in your silence
In your fear of connecting the wrong things once again
You hid in your stereotypes
Black violence with White credit score
Then the armor came
It collected over the years
You watched and saw how others made it through
You ate
And skipped meals
You slept to help skip them
You skipped em to feed your baby
You skipped em to find love
Then you clung to the illusion that someday you might be good enough
But you, my beautiful tattered soul,
have always been good enough
Since the day rainbows shot out of your big brown eyes
And even the day they started going dim you were still brighter than the north star
You have survived things and never stopped rebuilding
You tear down your walls over and over
And when you rebuild
You don’t rebuild selfishly
You rebuild for every single person who needs to be rebuilt too
Your ability to see the good in monsters is something people will never understand
Stay apart from those who don’t understand you ability to accept
But keep accepting
That is what you were born with and that is what you will die with
And that is your only purpose on this earth
So now accept yourself
-Saschia

This is literally what a thought looks inside the brain. But when we think, this is not what we see. Today I’d like to discuss how we get our thoughts from conception into a place where we can mold them into a story.
Getting ideas from pure thought onto paper can be a complicated thing.
But there’s a trick.
The trick is….
to just start writing. And that’s it. You’re swell-come.
No, but seriously, that’s the trick, to start writing. Write the story without limits. When I start my story, I also use journals, maps, lists, brain storming, charts, Pinterest, worksheets, whatever I need to pull all the pieces together.
I think of this process in the same way Michelangelo thought of David. In the beginning, it’s a slab of rock or a mass of words and as a writer at some point, it will be my duty to carve away at my story until I set it free. The setting free of the story happens later. So right now we are building our slab of marble to have something to carve from.
While getting these thoughts on paper it’s ok to struggle. The process of getting my story onto paper is a lot of walking in the dark chaotic recesses of my mind. It sounds complex because it is a complex thing to do. So when I struggle, which I do, it’s important to accept that as part of this extraction process.
“A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”
― Thomas Mann, Essays of Three Decades
Trust your own thoughts and ideas and give them credit when they show up. At this point the only important thing is extracting ideas from the inside of your mind. Stay open to your own ideas and give every single one credit. You can weed through it all later. Focus on making this a positive experience so you can get it all out. All your ideas and thoughts are worthy of acceptance.
And that’s it. Start writing the story. Write everything down without limits. It’s OK to struggle, and remember all ideas and thoughts are worthy of acceptance.
Start and finish a short story within an hour. I find that I’m more forced to deal with the ideas I have when I set a time restraint. While writing your story, journal or use at least one other resource to assist in welcoming all your ideas.
Accept the story as it comes.
When you’re finished, sculpt and mold it into a short story. Then you’ll have one more piece to add to your collection
I also spoke about Why understanding the Creative Process is important and What the creative process is Click the links if you want to learn more about the creative process
Links to sites that added to the creation of this post
https://backtoroots.community/clinical-corner-articles/2017/2/8/sensitisation-primary-adaptive-vs-secondary-maladaptive -for the picture
https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/creative-process -for the quote
I can’t find where I learned this about Michelangelo so if someone knows please send me link.
Of course I’m not stuck
I’ve options pouring out of my ears
I have so many options
I can’t see straight
So I’m gunna start filing through them
One by one
Day by day
And you’ll see it
You’ll see that everything
We worked hard for
Will finally come back
with more than
you could have imagined
-Saschia
The hiss of a hot match under water
The last domino set in place
Just before the fall
Chin up
The worst is yet to come
If you’ve made it this far
You might as well
Just keep going
Things will fall into place
Well, wait
that I can’t promise
-Saschia
The sun is coming up
The more I write
The less I sleep
But I’m going to figure it out
I’m going to get through this
-Saschia