Olga



Happy Birthday.

A Yearning

I want to put power in my words. I want to make my readers cry, make them laugh, make them feel like the characters feel. The music I listen to when I write, which I often try to make match the emotions of the characters, often has such power in the lyrics, in the singer’s voice, and yet…so often I cannot transfer that feeling through my fingers onto the keys and into words. How can I touch my readers? I want to do this so badly…I want to put power in my words. November is National Novel Writing Month. Why is it that this month, of all months, I have been writing hardly anything good?

Armistice

Today at 11:00 AM was the 94th anniversary of when the fighting finally ended for WWI. Being the lover of history and the era that I am, I dearly wish I could have honoured it with the 2-minute silence, but having been in church and not quite aware of the time, I didn't know, and the rest of my day was rather crazy. So now, in honor and memory of all those that died, Rest in Peace.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.

Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

 

-Laurence Binyon

 

stuck

I. Hate. Writer's. Block.
Especially when I want to write but feel no point in it because it turns out badly. Maybe it's just because I'm tired. One advantage (if it can be called that) is that I often write hilariously wierd things when I'm stuck. Sometimes.
Maybe I'll go look at that post I made ages ago about overcoming writer's block.