#quarantinewriting

[goldenmystic242]

During this time of quarantine and social distancing I've been spending a lot of time going through things at home and clearing things out. During one of those cleaning out sessions I found these books some of which I knew and remembered and some of which I had totally forgotten about. When I went through these books I realized that each of them has a story, not a story about them, lol......but an actual story that I have written inside them. . . Each of them has a story or some poems that I have written some time ago. The poems were done, but none of the stories were ever completed. I was surprised because some of the stories I don't even remember writing. So since I made this amazing (and somewhat sad discovery seeing none of these stories were ever finished) I've decided to pick a book and complete a story. One by one I plan to bring to completion each of the stories started in these books. The large, but not impossible goal for me now is to have all of these stories completed by the end of the year God spares life and to have at least a couple of them going through the publishing process. I know I didn't start these stories for them to be kept in a book on my shelf, but to be shared with the world. . . . . #iamwriting #iamanauthor #authorlifestyle #tellingstories #writinggoals #writinggoals2020 #authordreams #publishingdreams #artofwriting #fellowwriters #quaratine2020 #quarantinewriting #quarantineliving #writingdreams #storyteller_tribe #storytellers #ilovestories #ilovetellingstories #ilovestorytelling #storytelling #artofstorytelling #artofstorytelling_ig #bahamianwriter #bahamianauthor (at Nassau, Bahamas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDPwqonBuOe/?igshid=1p98ta41qs8gh

[shawritess]

Self-motivated ❤️ . . . . . . . . . . . Follow @sha_writess_ for more quotes #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writing #writingcommunity #writinginspiration #writersofinstagram #instagood #instadaily #instawriters #instagram #love #duriya #distance #stayhome #staysafe #quarantine #quarantinewriting #sha_writes01 #selfmotivation #selfcare #motivation https://www.instagram.com/p/CAvdtRpHI1i/?igshid=4t778mpkvfvt

[mblwrites]

Caged Lion. Without being able to go on living my life properly, being profitable and fully constructive, I feel like anything I do is meaningless and pointless. Because despite all the writing I’m getting done, there is this chronic, constant and nagging feeling like I’m not doing enough, that I’m just wasting my time and life. I’m so used to being out and about, going from one place to another and just doing and getting things checked off my list. Now that it’s not possible I feel like a caged lion, stuck between bars and slowly going stir-crazy. For the rest of the blog, please come visit my new site: http://mblwrites.blogspot.com/ #newblogpost #newblogger #newblog #quarantinelife #quarantinewriting #simba #simbatattoo #writeaway #writersofinstagram #writersgram #keepingbusy #beingproductive #cagedlion #lionking #liontattoos (at KIPOD TATTOO PIERCING SHOP) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAI4uYWBfxl/?igshid=v5a2ng51w3k8

[swas3ka]

If I had a Time Machine . . If I had a time machine, I would go to this moment of 2019. No I wouldn't bother me with the details of covid-19, but I might just hint her to the possibility of the then-impossibility. I would mostly try to show her the consequences that I am going through because 2019-me decided to celebrate her pity party a bit too long. I would tell her how it feels to wear procrastination for skin, to have my blood course through it and that it's the beginning of my sin. How fleeing from confrontations will become a habit, a habit I would eventually have to work my life off to curb it. The habit of my brain going periodically numb and my heart beating twice as hard like some offbeat drum I would plead to her to not make it into one, because repeated breakdowns are genuinely no fun. If I had a time machine I'd be reluctant to go to the future. Not because of the pandemic, I'd like to believe I'd get through it. It's more likely that I'd disappoint myself, like I have disappointed my past self. If the future me was staring back at me giving me all these advices so I don't turn my life into a tragedy, I'd think I'm tripping. It's even likely that I wouldn't take myself seriously and think she is just someone who eerily looks like me. Or maybe I don't make it, which is fine, but do I really need to know now? If I had a time machine, I would come to this present. I'd slap the living hell out if myself and tell her that I'm sent from the future me to teach myself how to be content To make use of the only time we have any control of, so I don't resent myself and end up moping and crying for wasting time and repent. I'd remind me of what it means to take action and not just bury myself in words and fiction. Words can change the world when accompanied with action, I know that, but now is the only time when I can actually get it into my system. If I had a time machine, I would live in my present and live it to the fullest and with no regrets. . . #scrapsfromthejournal #quarantinewriting #captainscarface (at Belmont, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_3h6uWFHVF/?igshid=1p5y023qfxtov

[beautifullofgrace]

It's quite simple like that. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #quarantinewriting #randomthought #whoiswithme #relatable #actionsspeaklouderthanwords #beyourselfquotes #simplelivinghighthinking #yourworkspeaksforitself #domore https://www.instagram.com/p/B_iX3XcFX6C/?igshid=1mxgbqgp1v04j

[themodelscoach]

“As they say, strength comes from struggle. So whenever you feel like the spiral of madness is getting to you, take a moment to breathe, to be fully aware of the reality going on inside your mind and the one in front of your eyes; for sometimes, is just a question of tuning our emotions just like we would tune in to a radio channel. Be fully mindful and allow yourself to learn and evolve towards who you really are and want to be.” ~Nel~ #nelmoschetto #writersclub #writersclubs #quarantinewriting #quarantinelife😷 #covi̇d19 #quarantinechallenge #inspirationquotes #quarantineinspiration #growthquotes #discomfortzone #discomfortisgrowth #growthquotes #writersfollowwriters #writersconnection #ladywriter (at Planet Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-1GJa4HM21/?igshid=tymlegwml7au

[summeroutsideinside]

4. What’s something that people get wrong about you?

Ah, misconceptions. Always fun.

Truth be told, I can’t think of much that people get wrong about me specifically; rather, I’m susceptible to the misconceptions that come from being part of a certain category of humans.

There’s the assumption that I must want a family, because I’m a woman.

There’s the assumption that I must miss my “home” country, because I’m living abroad.

There’s the assumption that I have a defined career path, because that is the conventional way of things.

C’est la vie.

/time

[wxtar2ba]

Landscape

OCEANS AND NOSTALGIA

There is color in her eyes as the sun dissipates into the ocean creating a red glow, 

setting her hair aflame and her soul into placidity. 

The salty air kisses the air as she moves along the walk,

The atmosphere of something new and something long gone in the past. 

Nostalgia bites at the corners of her eyes with flashes of a moment in time-bittersweet, with her family in a scene not unfamiliar to the one set before her. 

The light dwindles and she begins her dance along the edge of the ocean where the water is lapping against the sand. In this moment she is gratitude. 

Bounding across the dunes, she is connected, in a state of “very.” 

Reaching her fingertips to the sky, she becomes part of the landscape. 

[sparklyvoidkryptonite]

The never ending nightmare

It’s past midnight

Still not sleeping

When is it going to be alright ?

I’m breathing and breathing

The air fills my body

Pain in my chest

Definitely not leaving me

I just want to rest

I keep thinking

I feel lonely

I start panicking

No one is holding me

[ninjagrape1993]

“I can’t stand you sometimes.”

[shawritess]

Moon 🌕 . . . . . . . . . . . Follow @sha_writess_ for more quotes #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #writing #writingcommunity #writinginspiration #writersofinstagram #instagood #instadaily #instawriters #instagram #love #duriya #distance #stayhome #staysafe #quarantine #quarantinewriting #sha_writes01 (at Noida नोएडा) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAk4qlBnv-L/?igshid=1rb2vp02et0e4

[mblwrites]

Alone in Brighton. I have recently gone on my first real trip all alone. It wasn’t long, in fact it was pretty short, but it was a start. One of the most important things in life, in my opinion, is to be comfortable with ourselves. Not to be scared of our own company, or to be seen hanging out alone. This trip was an important step in eliminating feelings of unease and anxiety, of accepting myself the way I am, of realising how much I enjoy and love everything and all I have to offer. #alonetrip #travel #writersofinstagram #writer #write #travelandwrite #traveladdicted #travelalone #tripwriter #writingatcafe #writingatcoffeeshops #dontbescaredtotravelalone #quarantine #quarantinelife #quarantinereminiscing #quarantinewriting #quarantinewritingclub (at Mojo Coffee House) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_7TcbfF4Go/?igshid=1g167y1bd0052

[silasncompany]

Is this mine?

Whittled thumbs, down to bone. Look amongst the flies' wings to track pantsuits on their owners. Match up? Perhaps in a snarled tone that snakes your grizzly body. Shaken? Unkempt? I'm not sure yet. However, it startles me to know a handsome fly is without its wings. Maybe they'll make goodly wines in their next conceptual summons. Off the floor, they go. One by one. You've picked them up. Nooses shoot down from the guise of your focus. Rings like ears -- inaudible -- flexing off the corners of the spiderlike tendrils into smoke. Perhaps they'll make a movie, where you're the fly and the outer stitching is close-up, in frame. Your last words in disassembled dress. Act nicely, and maybe it'll be your photograph that shakes off the table one night where my keys are lost and your hand forms a hook again.

[beautifullofgrace]

ഋതു. Probably one of the things I have most discussed and had difference of opinions. Nature evolves through seasons. And I believe each of my relationship starting from what I share with my mom has evolved over time. Nothing remains unchanged. Some wither away, some renewed, some deepen but change is constant. And change is good. It mould us time and again. Looking back at a few years into oneself, each of us have changed much, let alone those around us. And so I stick to what I believe and say 'relationships are like seasons.' . . . . . . . . #quarantinewriting #relationshipsareeverything #seasonschange #randomthoughtsexactly https://www.instagram.com/p/B_cSX6Ol6OA/?igshid=586b97t7nqz8

[dothwrites]

Oh, please continue your librarian!Cas!! Maybe Cas stumbling upon whatever boogie man is murdering people? (I haven't read anything in this fandom for a very long time and this was just lovely! I have to check out more of your writing!)

Thank you! ❤️ and yeah there definitely was a plot line like that in my head while I started writing. I had a lot of fun with that prompt so it’ll go on my list of #quarantinewriting. ❤️❤️

Thank you for reading and be safe!

[summeroutsideinside]

3. Where do you come from? How did you escape?

Wow, so many directions one can go with the concept of “escape.” 

I’m going to take it literally, at least for now.

___

I come from Oregon, on the west coast of the United States. In 2002 at the age of 17, after an early high school graduation in January of that year, I moved across the country to South Carolina. I followed a boy, as one irrationally does at such an age. 

The next 13.5 years passed in a haze of discontent. I never liked South Carolina, particularly the city of Columbia, where I’d landed. It’s a hot, humid place with low ambitions and backwards politics. A paradise of strip-malls, chain restaurants, and shoddily constructed apartment complexes. 

Am I generalizing here? Absolutely. Of course there are exceptions. Of course there are creative, ambitious folks who can see beyond their own front door, and of course I didn’t spend every waking moment of my 13 years in Columbia completely miserable.

/time — [Except I still feel compelled to write, so I’m resetting my timer for another 10 minutes.]

But through the years of boys, cars, jobs, on-and-off college, frequent moves around the city and roving friend groups, I never felt at home there. I didn’t belong in Columbia and I didn’t particularly want to, either. 

“Then why didn’t you leave?” you ask. I know you’re wondering, because I spent years asking the same of myself.

Despite the discontent—perhaps BECAUSE of it?—I’d never quite felt as though my time in Columbia was finished. There was something keeping me there, something I couldn’t put my finger on, but definitely something telling me to stick around until the answers became clear. 

And as absolutely nauseating as this is to share because it sounds so cliche, so movie-script, so damsel-in-distress-looking-for-a-man-to-save-her...

/time, again. [Resetting once more.]

...I did eventually meet the man who would become my husband and the catalyst for my “escape” from the U.S. to Europe. 

In unassuming little Columbia, SC, I ended up working in the same building as a Swede who lived and worked in Germany, but had come to Columbia to work and study (like me, at a nontraditional age while also working full-time) by way of the company I worked for being a sort of partner to his company in Germany. 

We fell into the same colleague friend group, several of us regularly going out to lunch, going for post-work beers. Things developed gradually, with all the ups and downs and bittersweet uncertainties one would expect from any love story worth its salt. 

Long story short, in late 2015 we married and moved to Germany. A return for him, a new adventure for me. 

Today? I make less money than I made in the U.S. My German is passable for daily life but far from “full professional fluency.” My shiny credit score in the States means nothing here. I still carry $24,000 of my $42,000 in student loan debt, which paid for an arguably pointless degree in European Studies. 

But I’m happy! I feel at home here. There’s a sense of belonging that is difficult to describe, particularly to those who can’t understand why I would have left the U.S. for Germany.

Maybe the grass is always greener on the other side. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m an inherently unsettled person and I have little desire to “put down roots,” as they say. I want to be out in the world, experiencing, exploring, learning. Practicality is perpetually at odds with desire. Over here, though, in the heart of central-western Europe, my days are filled with the hum of opportunity and potential. Things feel more real, more tangible, more possible to me than ever before.

/time