#dailywriting

[shanswriting]

pockets are empty, dreams on hold

bills stack high, and the nights feel cold i chase the hours, but they slip away working for pennies, day after day

i need the money, it’s all i can see freedom’s a price that’s too high for me counting the minutes, waiting for more but the struggle’s the same as the day before

[inkneverdies]

[unspokenp0ems]

Endless Hall

This hall that never ends—

lined with doors that only lead to dead ends.

My trust fractures with each step I take;

the farther I run,

the deeper I break.

I slip into rooms,

quietly stashing away feelings

in corners and closets,

waiting for silence

to feel like safety.

Then—

I run again.

Down the endless hall,

chasing an end

that’s always

just

out of sight.

[tarlos-spain]

I'm back/ Estoy de vuelta

Hey everyone!

Guess who's back, back again?

Yep, it's me!

After a long hiatus (sorry about that!), I'm dusting off the keyboard and diving back into the world of words.

Get ready, because starting Monday I'll be posting something new daily! Think of it as your daily dose of my stories... if you like them.

So, follow along, reblog, and tell me what you think! I'm excited to share what I've been working on.

See you on Monday and stay tuned! 😉

¡Hola a todos!

¿Adivinen quién ha vuelto, vuelto, vuelto?

¡Sí, soy yo!

Después de un largo paréntesis (¡lo siento mucho!), estoy desempolvando el teclado y sumergiéndome de nuevo en el mundo de las palabras.

¡Preparaos, porque a partir del lunes publicaré algo nuevo a diario! Pensad en ello como su dosis diaria de mis historias… si os gustan.

Así que, Seguidme, rebloguead y decidme qué os parece. Estoy emocionada de compartir en lo que he estado trabajando.

¡Nos vemos el lunes y permanezcan atentos! 😉

[thewordnest]

softly surviving

i’m not glowing yet, but i’m gathering light from old wounds, warm people, and quiet victories. slow growth still counts.

[springblossomofwisdom]

Philosophical Question Day 5

"Where is the line between art and not art"

I've seen a trend of AI taking over everything. It takes over jobs, machines, and thinking. But recently, (but also for a little while), AI has been taking over art. People hate that AI is taking over art and that's very understandable. People also seem to argue about what is art and what isn't. That's not including AI.

The line between art and not art is simply passion. It's the human heart. Anything can be art, so long as it's made by a human. The Oxford Dictionary defines art as being "The expression or application of creative skill and imagination..." Then goes on to list types of art. What makes AI not art, is the fact that AI cannot have an imagination. It cannot express itself. That's what's so beautiful and artistic about the human mind. It has a passion and a need for expression. To be oneself.

Another topic of this question is, is modern art, art? I've seen many instances where people were angry that art was simply a blue square on a painting. But I think otherwise. Sometimes art is not what's immediately seen. Sometimes art is only for the one who made it. But it's still art. You see a blue square? The artist saw something greater. If you asked that artist why they painted what they did, they'd probably tell you something amazing. At least I'd think so.

Is bad art not art? No. Bad art is absolutely art. The artists expressed themselves in a way no one else had. Because that's their expression. That's their mind and that's what makes it unique. Art is art, whether people like it or not. Whether it is perceived as good. (What is good art anyway? Is it what you like? What about what the artist likes?) It is one's imagination. It is one's expression.

The only thing that isn't art is one without expression and imagination. But the only way that's possible is if that art was purely a machine.

[hunter-arceneaux-blog]

Stop Waiting for Inspiration: Create Your Own Muse

Inspiration. It’s that spark that every writer, artist, and creator chases. We often imagine it as a sudden burst of clarity, a lightning bolt that strikes us out of nowhere, compelling us to create. But here’s the hard truth: if you wait for inspiration to come, you’ll likely be waiting for a very long time.

I used to be one of those who believed that the best work comes from a place of sudden inspiration or intense infatuation. I would sit on my sofa, staring at a blank computer screen, waiting for the perfect idea to arrive. Days, sometimes weeks, months, or even years would pass without a single word written. Even while wasting my time, I knew that waiting for inspiration was just an excuse for not doing the work.

Create Inspiration from Your Own Life

Sometimes, you must create inspiration yourself or carve it from your own life. The world around you is full of stories waiting to be told, lessons waiting to be shared, and emotions waiting to be expressed. Here are some ways to cultivate your own inspiration:

1. Draw from Personal Experiences

Your life is a rich with experiences that can serve as a wellspring of inspiration. Personally, I have drawn significant inspiration from being deaf and navigating recent physical disabilities, as well as having gone through fertility issues, miscarriages, and mental health challenges. These experiences, both the uplifting and the challenging, have provided me with a deep reservoir of emotions and narratives that I attempt to weave into my writing.

Think about the challenges you’ve faced, the victories you’ve celebrated, the love you’ve felt, and the losses you’ve endured. Write about these moments with honesty and vulnerability; don’t sugarcoat them. Authenticity is key to connecting with your readers. Not only will this practice help you find your voice, but it will also resonate with readers who have shared similar experiences.

2. Observe the World Around You

Inspiration can be found in the most mundane places. Take a walk around your neighborhood (or for those like me, a limp), sit in a park, visit a lake, lose yourself in nature or in another’s art. Try people-watch for a while, imagine conversations or dramas they’re facing, and try to notice the small details that often go unnoticed. The world is full of stories waiting to be told, and all you need to do is pay attention.

3. Set a Routine

Honestly, this has been one of the most challenging aspects for me. Managing unmedicated ADHD can be quite demanding. Creativity is rarely about waiting for inspiration but rather about cultivating it daily. The reality is, creativity thrives on routine. Set aside time each day to write, even if it’s just for a few minutes. The more you engage in writing regularly, the more you’ll notice inspiration flowing naturally. It’s about committing to the process consistently and putting in the effort, even on days when motivation and energy are lacking.

4. Engage with Other Creative Works

Read books, watch movies, listen to music, and visit art galleries. Engaging with other forms of creative expression can spark new ideas and provide fresh perspectives. Don’t be afraid to take inspiration from others and incorporate it into your own work. Creativity is often a collaborative process, even if you’re working alone. Just remember, there’s a huge difference between inspiration and plagiarism, so make sure you’re on the right side of the line.

5. Embrace the Process, Not Just the Outcome

Focusing solely on the outcome can stifle creativity. Instead, try to embrace the process of writing itself. Allow yourself to make mistakes, write poorly, and experiment with different styles and genres. The act of writing is a journey, and it’s through this journey that you often find the most profound inspiration.

Practical Tips to Keep Writing

Here are some additional practical tips to help you keep writing, even when inspiration seems elusive:

Set Specific Goals: Whether it’s writing a certain number of words each day or completing a chapter each week, having specific goals can help keep you on track.

Find a Writing Community: Surround yourself with other writers who can offer support, feedback, and encouragement. Join a writing group, participate in workshops, or connect with other writers online. I know this one’s not easy for a lot of creative types, myself included; being creative is often isolating, and it’s hard to break out of that.

Keep a Journal: Use a journal to jot down ideas, thoughts, and observations. It can be a valuable resource when you’re struggling to find inspiration.

Take Breaks: Sometimes, stepping away from your work can give you the clarity you need. Take breaks, go for a walk, play with your children or pets. Engage in a different activity for a bit to refresh your mind.

Be Kind to Yourself: Writing is hard work, and remembering to be kind to yourself is sometimes hard. As creatives, we are often our own worst critics. Celebrate your achievements, no matter how small, and don’t be too hard on yourself when things don’t go as planned.

Conclusion

Inspiration is not something you wait for; it’s something you create. By drawing from your own life, observing the world around you, setting a routine, engaging with other creative works, and embracing the process, you can cultivate your own inspiration and keep writing consistently.

So, stop waiting for the perfect moment or the perfect idea. Start writing now, and let the act of writing itself be your muse.

[postscriptsillage]

Dear Tempestine

Dear Tempestine, 

You might not remember me well, but I can recount the outline of your body extemporaneously. You always stood out, altogether golden. 

I was and remain just another cog in the crowd machine. Nothing about me exudes remarkability. The world, I have concluded, is a dichotomy of the observers and the observed. In this life, I am working the spotlight and shining it on those who are golden, like you. 

I do not dispute that respect is something that must be earned. But for you, Tempestine, it appears to fall on the lap like an easy offering. You have a head start. You have an unforgettable face and speak words with such cadence that even lyrebirds reluctantly accept their incompetence before you. 

In the daylight, the light guides my life and brightens up conservations. Towards nightfall, there is nothing to anchor me, and I find myself grovelling for someone to put the spotlight on me and behold me just once. 

The Moon Goddess never obliges and I shudder to think I am accursed to sit in oblivion. No light, no gold, just abject darkness. 

With begrudging admiration, 

[amazonbooksauthor]

[jade-malay]

Let this be your sign to keep writing. Your voice matters and your words have the power to move the world.

[imperfectbalancelife-blog]

Aria? I really like it. What do you think?

[shanswriting]

[spanta2ra]

The Suspicious Case of the Blue Sock

I only went out for yogurt. Plain, mild, uneventful yogurt. But I wore two different socks. One blue like a bored Tuesday, the other... uncertain. Possibly beige. Possibly rebellious.

Five faces appeared out of nowhere— Like a jury summoned by the laws of awkward fashion.

One had curly hair that screamed in spirals. One looked like he hadn’t slept since 2003. Another stared like a disappointed art teacher. They didn’t speak. They simply... evaluated.

Finally, someone said, “You again?” I blinked. “I... don't think so?” Another leaned in. “Didn't you once laugh in an elevator... alone?”

I wanted to explain, I wanted to say: The elevator played a trumpet version of ‘Eye of the Tiger.’ What choice did I have?

But they huddled, mid-sidewalk, like referees. Whispers. Nods. One pointed at my shoes, as if they held answers.

Then — verdict time.

The leader stepped forward, snipped the air with imaginary scissors, and said:

“This time, we’ll let you go. But next time, bring matching socks… or at least a sense of direction.”

And I, still sock-confused, walked home with my yogurt, and the unshakable feeling that perhaps I’d just stood trial in a dream written by a sock.

[unspokenp0ems]

Spring Cleaning

Winter fades, its chill undone,

As flowers bloom beneath the sun.

Golden light warms the waking ground,

A season of renewal all around.

Spring cleaning calls—not just for dust,

But for the thoughts that turn to rust.

Clear the attic of your mind,

Leave old regrets and doubts behind.

For sale: the memories that no longer hold you,

Let go of words that once controlled you.

Sweep away the past’s remains,

Make space for joy, release the chains.

Look within—cleanse the soul,

Let your heart feel light and whole.

[zenstudy01]

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[thewordnest]

softly surviving

some days, I'm loud in my silence overthinking, but smiling. tired, but still soft. i laugh mid-breakdown and water dead plants because hope, like me, forgets to give up."