Get Out Into the Storm

For the Conscious Writer

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You know those snow storms when it’s freezing cold and there’s so much snow it’s literally coming out of your ears. Yes, those. Ok so now let’s say you’re finally dry and warm again all snuggied up in your car. Then you pull into your driveway, and all you’ve wanted is to be inside your home. But then you realize stepping out of the car means stepping into the freezing cold snow storm. That’s what you have to do with your writing.

You’ve got to brave the storm. It’s not so much about being fearless. It’s more about accepting a temporary amount of discomfort to get you to your goal destination.

We’ve all had those days where we curl up on the couch and zone out for as long as humanly possible. Those are nice days. Some of us can sit longer than others, either way the point still stands, it’s comfortable. It’s nice to be unbothered by things. But this isn’t the garden of Eden. You’ve got to get out there and work the ground and pop out some book babies.

Learning to embrace the storm is learning to embrace the life handed to you.

I’m not sure what makes you uncomfortable and truth is you haven’t experienced all the things that make you uncomfortable yet. You may find that you’re more comfortable in a certain scenario than you thought would be. You may find you are extremely uncomfortable but the consequence for enduring that discomfort is a positive one.

So let’s just say you’re writing right now, ask yourself are you in your warm and comfortable car? Are you staying too safe? Too comfy, cozy, and dry? Just think, what’s on the other side of the discomfort you feel right now? Pajamas and fuzzy bunny slippers? Your favorite Tyler Durden inspired robe? Don’t delay the inevitable. Step outside your comfort zone and freeze your tush off.

“To reach only for that which pleasantly enchants you is the least of imagination, if even imagination at all, by the obvious reality of remaining within your means. The greater of imagination is parallel to risk. It extends beyond your comfort zone or haven, or sense of beauty, or what you personally believe suits you in exploration of what may not.”
― 
Criss Jami, Killosophy

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Stop Fighting to Write

Stop fighting to do what you love.

Are you getting tired of fighting for your writing? Does it seem like it takes more energy to create right now then you can muster? Good! That means you’re fighting for the things you want in life. That push back when you go to step away from the world to create, means you’re headed in exactly the right direction. But…

What if I told you that you don’t have to fight to get your writing done? This writing thing, like love, is all about perception. You must learn to adapt. Allow yourself to go to your writing. Allow your writing to….

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It’s speaking to me

Mid sleep checklist incomplete

Dreaming of writing this

While skating and collecting snowflakes in my pocket

I’m with my old boss looking for the next word

It’s underneath the ice and as long as we keep moving

they’ll appear

Slowly we place each word one after the other

What we build here makes complete sense

Door hinges break without salt so we sprinkle liberally

And we have to crack the window so my mom can hear her alarm

It’s in the next house along with my mom

The moons out it’s big and the night sky makes me weak

So I sit on the porch watching it glisten hoping that in some way

it’s speaking to me.

Love Song

 

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I admire his persistence

and oh, how his howling soothes

like the thumping inside her womb

those vibrating drums birthed from her mouth

I admire his persistence

how her beats stretch across his howl

The night twinkles

bare, bare, bare, with dull blood

Dance in her womb, crawl on your knees, eyes shut

A mighty hand guides you to the unknown

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

When Feelings Collide with Words

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She came And She went
She Left. She never Said Goodbye
I Meeean
I Said It To Her From Behind
But With Her Back Turned To Me
I Didn’t Have Much Confidence
That We Would Meet Again
Like If I Got To Say It To Her
While Looking In Her Eyes
And I’m Just Going Off My Senses
But Something Tellin Me
My Last Kiss
Was Last Night
So I Had To Send This
And I Didn’t Want to Express This
Fearing I May Come off Desprate
But I Guess Ima Keep Speaking
She Came At A Tough Time
She Woke Me Up
When I Was With Her
I Found Breath To Keep Breathing
But Maybe Something Wasn’t True
Now I Guess I Could Keep Sleepin
Cuz Maybe The Answer Wasn’t You
So I Guess I Will Keep Dreaming

-Marco Anthony Fabretti

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Saschia Johnson- Morality Collection

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Moraldom

Wrap me in white and send me along,
away to a place where there’s no rules

Rock me steady on a hollow log
listen for my beats, while I drift along

Gift me your love while in white I dream
but what I want is to be alone, I suppose

watch as everything escapes from your scheme
but please oh please let my lover of prose

Sing until I’m a blooming rose.

Saschia Johnson -Creator from Southeastern Connecticut

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Wanna read more? Here’s another great piece in our collection written by Simon Williams