Motivated Writing

Alright, so, I have no doubt that you’ve. heard about Covid 19 by now (to that I attach, stay safe, but also be considerate of others; it’s a crazy world we live in). I’m not sure how things are working for you right now, whether you’re required to stay inside, or you’ve chosen to-or maybe you’re like my family, and because of my parent’s jobs, life has to go on. But even with all that said, I think we can agree comfortably that almost all places have either closed/ or just aren’t the most ideal place to be right now. So, I realize that for a lot of people, that means that they aren’t going to be in their writing element/ finding inspiration is going to be a bit of a tricky task. So I decided that now would be a perfect time to put together a list of ways that you can stay motivated to write, even when you’re usual inspirations/motivations aren’t accessible.

1. A Playlist

There’s a good chance that you’ve already done this, but I thought I’d go ahead and add it to the list. If you don’t have one, take time to put together one; if you were to picture your writing in a movie (or documentary), then what would be the soundtrack you’d like to see go with it? North Central University wrote an article (most likely for their students), discussing how listening to certain music can help with studying. Their top suggestions were something with 60-70 beats (Beethoven’s Fur Elise), or if you’re not a classical type of person, New Age or ambient EDM.

Science of the People also wrote about how it helps with memory. They cited a study completed by Kansas Medical Center, where they investigated the effects of music and the cognitive effects of it. In it, they drew this into how Doctors also use music to help with memory loss. Which, all of these are extreme cases, but, if you were listening to specific music before, I have a suspicion that what you were writing before, might just be triggered by the music you play. And if you weren’t listening to music before this, now’s a good reason for you to give it a shot.

2. Pinterest

Personally, I love Pinterest. It might be a dangerous place for me to try and exist (oh the memes, I love a good meme), but I also have several pinboards for my stories and writing tips, (so I can download the memes to my phone-I’m shameless), that I can add to, or revert back to when I’m on the struggle bus with inspiration. To be completely honest with you, I didn’t really consider it as something for my stories until I was talking with other writers who suggested it. Now I have boards where I store my character’s clothing/appearance inspiration, and aesthetics.

Lengthy spill out of the way, I will say you should check out The Fake Redhead, she has fabulous writing prompts (I don’t think she’s solely on Pinterest, though you can find several of her prompts on there), they’re really funny and make for a great read. My personal favorite pass time last year was stringing them together trying to make a coherent story (chefs kiss, let me tell you).

3. Set up a designated writing space

I don’t know how some people go out in public and write their stories; I’m a paranoid baby, who is embarrassed by her work (irony, I know, it’s irony). I also can’t write very well when my families around-again, easily embarrassed. So really, I write in my room. On my bed. Under the covers. With a lock on all my documents-OKAY, I’m getting off-topic, (but like I said, paranoid, prideful, those are two ‘P’ words to describe me). So anyway, I’ve been working on the idea of having a designated writing spot, other then my bed, I have a desk, which, funny enough, I’ve been using since yesterday-however, beforehand I would make my bed and try and make it comfortable enough as a writing space. I added these really cool bulb lights, and then when I moved over to my desk and bookshelf, I decorated those (a little, it’s a small desk). Just having some organization and having some of my favorite little nick-nacks surrounding really does help. Not to mention, I think there is something to say about having a designated workplace, that you look at, and it reminds you to write-HOWEVER

4. Switch it up.

If you’re a writer looking for their inspiration in the outside world, then it might be best to take some time to move your room around, or even moving to the living room or dining room to write; the change might give you a fresh outlook. If the weather’s nice, maybe try opening a window (or if your window’s always opened, try closing it). WGU also suggests finding better lighting for your studying (which can of course, be applied to your writing as well). I don’t really have science behind this tip, it’s just a suggestion that sometimes I, even the awkward paranoid writer uses from time to time. I understand that your space may be limited, but that’s when it’s time to either break out Pinterest again, and get some tips, or even just switch something up that’s noticeable, like, as aforementioned, your lighting or maybe try a new candle.

5. Work on a writing warm-up.

I don’t know if I’ve used this before, but it’s probably one of the best ones that I have; mainly because it’s not mine, but my friends. Before they write, they have a wind-down/ warm-up for it. Which makes sense, because when you’re in sports, you warm-up, and work to get yourself motivated to do it, so it’s really the same effect with writing. Essentially the idea is, you have a list of things you complete every time you get down to writing. I.E, maybe you read a chapter in your favorite book, or a book closely related to what you’re writing, and you have your favorite snack and beverage before you do so. Maybe you do a yoga routine or even watch a movie or tv show. Ultimately, how you prepare to write is up to you, but I do think that it’s something to look into doing, just the idea that after some time, your brain will use these as triggers to settle down and focus, instead of wanting to go a million miles a minute.

I just want to clarify that these tips might not work for you, but if you have some tips that worked for you, please feel free to share them! I think ultimately it will vary from writer to writer, and maybe you just really need your favorite spot for inspiration. Above all else, however, I’m truly praying for you. During this time of uncertainty and concern, I pray that you and your family remain safe. Remember to follow the suggested protocol, try to keep others safe who might be highly contagious, and above all please, be polite to others. The saddest part about this isn’t even the disease itself, but rather how people are reacting. Be kind and courteous, think before you make large purchases of items (no shame, just remember there are other people), be courteous to retail employees (it’s already been a time for them), and if you see an opportunity to help- do it. I understand (especially as somebody who has an autoimmune disease and asthma) that it’s a dangerous time, but again, if the opportunity presents itself-help, that’s really the only way we’re going to actually make it out of this situation okay.

SERIOUS PARAGRAPH OVER, I hope y’all have a ginchy week, and I’d love to know, what’re your motivational writing tips when you have to write at home/or need inspiration?

The Roaring Twenties-New Beginnings

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First of all, if you catch me Phrynne Fisher-ing myself into crime scenes, I don’t want anybody to be surprised, because in the next decade or so I’ll probably do some even more stupid things.

I’m kidding-though everybody in that show’s an icon.

That’s beside the point; though, because it’s Twenty-Twenty, and your girl has some resolutions.

Now, if you read my last post, you’ll know that this is my year of healing. Which is dramatic, but again, if you want to get some context for this years goals-you can check it out.

Moving forward.

I recently worked on my list, and I’ve finally concluded that it’s actually a mighty fine resolution look, considering I’ve broken it down into bite sizes. Confused? So was I going into it, and then I came up with this.

So, I broke my resolutions into the following:

Main Skills

School

Experience

Events (I’m aware those two are redundant, but let’s just roll with it)

Finance

Writing

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      Main Skills

Now for Main Skills, I put Drawing, and Voice Acting. Voice acting is still something I find fascinating, and if nothing else, I’d love to develop a more confident voice that can hook someone into a conversation-because as it stands I’d do a great job at being a Nap Time Professor.

*Ahem*

I digress.

Drawing is something I’ve always enjoyed, and after Inktober, and getting to talk more about art with a good friend of mine, I find myself wanting to develop this skill I have (If this was the Sims I’d be level one).

So, for each of these, I put how I’m going to achieve these goals-such as drawing at least once and week, and applying for VA rolls to get my voice more…I don’t know words right now, but you know, that word that I’m thinking.

                           School

So when it came to school, I’m in my Senior Year-The crunch time is real, my dudes.

So is the lack of sleep. There’s no reason for that, though, I just don’t like sleeping.

I’m rambling. Ultimately, my goals are to complete two local community college classes (It’d be more but this is a self-funded endeavor, and making just a few dollars over minimum wage doesn’t necessarily cover the classes).

I also intend to graduate (being Homeschooled you have to really work for it and apply yourself-I’m the first Homeschooler to graduate in my family, so I’m really treading the way for my younger brother. My point is nobody has any idea on what we’re doing).

Getting into college, as well as passing the SATs are two major things. I even put my ideal scores for the SATs. I’d like to get higher, and ultimately, I’m aiming for hire, but that’s my minimum score. Essentially the entire point with SATs is, I need extra effort for math, and recently I’ve finally relented on the idea that I maybe sorta definitely need help because something is wrong if no matter how hard I study, I don’t understand math. That being said, Third times a charm, and I’m very prepared this time around. (I’d say more on the college front, but dude, that’s self-explanatory, college is my ultimate goal).

 

Experience/Events

I’m combining the two because I was redundant and didn’t realize it until after I finished my list, and was like “Well sugar cookie it, I know what I mean”.

I can assure you in five months’ time, I probably won’t remember why I was so redundant and will think too hard on absolutely nothing.

The events though

Going to a Concert…specifically NeedtoBreathe.

My poor friends had to read my breakdown about not being able to see the band IRL last night in our group chat. I don’t know how they can stand me sometimes.

Go on a missions trip-I’m already signed up for one in June, it’s not out of states, but you know what, I’m a firm believer that missions start at home.

Going on a hike-where I’m aiming to go to college, they are surrounded by mountains, and when I was younger, I loved hiking. I still love it to this day, and it’s honestly something I’d love to do, even just in the mountains near us.

Have a graduation dinner-I don’t want to walk across a stage or do a big party (those are actually options even if I am homeschooled), I just want a small dinner with those I’m close with to celebrate the fact that I finally stinking made it.

Go to Comicon-I don’t know, I just want the experience.

Apply for Jobs near college-I’m broke, I don’t know how to explain why I need to get a job.

 Finance

Save 2,000 (Total)  Whether I burn it on classes or not, that’s the goal

Find the Best Credit card- I know essentially credit cards are bad, but I’ve been doing research and talking with other people, and I’ve found it might help to raise my credit if I can keep up with it. I know that student credit cards have great benefits, and I know I can manage one, I just want to make sure I find the best one for me, for when I turn eighteen.

Learn about Investing- I may be slightly money-hungry, but I really want to learn about investing. If I can invest properly, I might be able to help build my income and work on self-sustainability.

Find a Side Hustle-I have my blog, but it doesn’t do too much; though I know there’s something out there that I can do that can make a little bit of cash on the side of my job.

Writing

Finish Writing First book (Let’s not talk about the fact this has been my goal for five years)

Edit First Book-Yes, this has also been on my resolution list for five years.

I know, it hurts me too.

 

SO

I want to know

What are y’all’s resolutions, and I’m serious, I’d love to know! I always find this time of the year to be so exciting-new beginnings excites me, and I think this year is going to be a great year for a lot of people.

I’ve decided to make a separate post of Spiritual resolutions, because this one is pretty long, and I know I’ll probably get pretty raw about some of my recent struggles, SO

I can’t wait to see you then, and again, let me know-what’re your resolutions? Are you looking forward to this year? Do you have any big events? My brother’s biggest event is he’s getting his learners  permit in another month (they grow up so fast).

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NaNoWriMo 2019

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Right, so NaNoWriMo.

The holiday that all writers celebrate. It’s like a secret code.

“Oh sorry I can’t make it, I’ve got too much to do, NaNo Wrimo and all.”

And then you the signature “WAT”

Even if you do try to write every year, and they ask that…every year.

Listen, like Inktober is to the Artist, NaNo Wrimo is to the writer. It’s like a push, it’s what we do to drive ourselves insane.

And I for one am failing.

In the name of academics and distracted Youtube videos, but I’m failing none-the-less.

But still, I’m bouncing between two stories because I really can’t decide. (I’m easily distracted and love both my stories equally.

SO ANYWAY.

I wanted to talk a little bit about my works (because I’m fabulous like that), and give an idea of what I’m aiming for, this NaNo Wrimo.

When Crime Became Known Justice

I’ve pitched this before on here, and yes it’s a lengthy title, but I’m not fabulous at titles, so it’ll work for now. Now, about the story…

“Ace Yedgerson never backed down from a promise. And with this one, it was no expectation. The same case he promised to investigate for Zanie Sharper, was the same case that led him to walk away from his beloved job as a police officer for Buffalo. The case? Twenty-one year old Harper Mayberry, kidnapped, and her sister found dead in her apartment. The consensus? Uncertain, until now. Because there’s a new Detective Agency in town, and they don’t let cases close until they’ve found the culprit, and they’ll do whatever it takes to show Buffalo what Justice is supposed to be.”

The Cities Darkest Light

Elle Harper was completely out of Asa Conwell’s league. There was no doubt about it-the two were night and day; they were completely different-but without one, the other would almost seem unimportant, and most likely cause damage. And while the two of them tried their hardest to be strong and independent, at the end of the day; they simply weren’t. Two years together had taught them that.
And in two years, it appeared that they weren’t the only ones with a budding romance. Which, Elle and Asa discover on one rather fateful day.
The rundown?
Chandler Harper, CEO of Hopewell’s Electronics goes missing the same day he’s found getting cozy with the secretary. That same day, Maureen Harper seemingly goes insane, and ultimately, the secretary is found dead.
Naturally, Elle Harper is up for top contenders on the suspect list. Lucky for her, it’s part of Asa’s job to find who’s innocent and who’s guilty, and he’s not one to make exceptions, no matter how dangerous, or close to home it actually gets.

Both of these stories are mysteries, and they do have a romance aspect to them, but I genuinely enjoy them.

Now that you know what I’m working on, let’s observe my goals.

Very simply, write ten chapters I enjoy for each work.

Crazy, right?

Here’s the thing, I’m studying for a very large part of my life (SATS), and failure is not something I will accept a second time.

SO

I’m trying to balance both, without wanting to poke my eyeballs out.

Too late, but a girl can try.

So now, the real question stands.

Are you, good friend, willing to take even the most simple of NaNoWriMo challenges, or are you chilling on the sidelines?

Because either’s cool, I find personally, that it’s one of those months that has a universal goal, but it’s a different journey for everyone, and it’s subjective for each person. Like for my brother, he’s never written a story before in his life, but he’s recently had a story idea he can’t shake and wants to work on it. NaNoWriMo for him is just learning the basics, like creating characters and the basics, and that’s okay.

That being said, I’d love to hear your goals for NaNoWriMo, and as it’s the month of writing, not to be too blatantly obvious, but definitely check out Grammarly, It’s pretty much a lifesaver, and once you write and draft your book, you’re going to need some more editing, and Grammarly is definitely the way to go (my mom has the app on her phone and loves it).

SO, your challenge, is to tell me what your plans are this November/NaNoWriMo, and tell me, if you could see any prompt/trope put into a movie/book, what would it be?

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I give you, a preview of yet another piece of work.

I’m a sick little child who’s going to bed in the next few hours, and it’s only 8:30.

But also, I’m a writer, and I do this thing where I like to give you guys a preview of a WIP

I’m working on, so I thought for today, that’s what I’d offer you.

This story is essentially a mystery, and while I’m working out all the quarks and oddities, it will be up on Wattpad and Inkitt in the next week or so.

But, before we get into this story, I wanted to say that todays post is sponsored by Skillshare. Skillshare is an online learning platform that gives you access to hundreds of classes for the low price of just 10 dollars a month. Sign up today to get your first two months, free!

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“Oh Azania, excellent, it’s you.” Mother glanced up at me from her end of the table everybody in the room turning to me. “I’m glad you made time in your seemingly busy schedule to see me during a meeting.”

“Oh please, Gwendalon, it’s always a lovely surprise to see Azania.” Mr. Graid, one of her investors, moved his hand toward the small of my back.

“And it’s always a pleasure to see you Mr. Graid. How unfortunate of the age difference, and the fact I have a thing for men with more tact…and class…” I gave a tight smile, reaching back I grabbed his hand. “What was it you wanted?”

“Well dear if you must know at the most importuned time I’ve found you a job.” She drummed her fingers on her desk. “You know our bellboy that was working for the buffalo police department?”

“Considering I just finished an eleven-year war with the original one, no. I usually avoid them.” I dropped Mr. Graid’s hand, I dropped in a seat several away from him. “So what about the bell boy?”

“Well, he was a temporary replacement, we were helping him with some start-up business of sorts.” She reached for her pager, “He’s working today, I believe, so I think it’ll be a prime time to meet him, and talk about the positions available.”

“Mother I’m terrible with math-” I pointed my finger at Mr. Graids, who was smirking in my direction “Not that bad, but the point is, I don’t do start-ups. If I wanted a start-up, I’d go and follow my dream of opening a jazz club.”

“Well dear seeing as you have time to sit here and argue with me, rather than soliciting-”

“That’s not what I was going for and you know it.” I sighed “I’m not into being a-”

A knock sounded on the door interrupting my conversation.

“Ms. Sharper, did you wish to see the bell boy?” Mother’s secretary, Mars, asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Mother I am not into being a rich fund for some guy who doesn’t know how to put a little change-” I stopped as soon as the boy stepped in.

Well, if “boy” was the proper word. At six foot two, and dark messy hair, he certainly was a charmer-in an awkward sort of way.

I sat up some, uncrossing my arms. “I’ve changed my mind, it sounds like a lovely idea.”

“Yes, I thought as much.” Mother turned to him “Mr. Yedgerson, perhaps you should take this chance to pitch yourself to the board, and perhaps my daughter, though I can tell that she’s already won over.”

“I-I wasn’t prepared for this.” He stammered, rubbing his arms self-consciously.

“That’s what we all say when Azania shows up, she has a tendency to live in an impish dream that the world revolves around her, and her time.” Mother crossed her arms. “Go ahead, a good businessman should take any chance he gets to show himself.”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing a water bottle from the tray beside me. “I’ll be back.” Making my way through the crowd of board members, I grabbed Yedgersons arm, pulling him out the door, I shut it behind me. “What’s your name?”

“Ace Yedgerson; I’m sorry, I don’t think that I made myself clear to your mother-”

I nodded, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face, I jerked off the jacket.

“H-Hey-” He watched as I grabbed the jacket off my mother’s secretary. “I need a safety pin, Mars.” Mars nodded, handing me one as he pulled another jacket from his drawer, as well as a portable steamer.

“It’s a power move, and while yes, I did show up in the middle of a board meeting, she’s trying to make a point. What’s your company?” I handed him the jacket, undoing the safety pin, I fixed the jacket so that it hung in a more fitting way.

“It’s a Private Investigation organization.” He pulled a container of hand sanitizer out of his pocket, opening it as I opened another one of Mars’ drawers, pulling out hair gel. “Is your hair naturally unruly?”

“Well-”

“Not important how long have you been apart of the Police Department?”

“Four years.”

“How long exactly?” I pressured, grabbing the tie Mars had held out for me.

“Four years and nine months-”

“Good talk fast enough and we can get away with five years.”

“I’m not going to-”

“Why’d you leave?”

“The head detective-” He grimaced as I ran my fingers through his hair, working the hair gel in.

I turned to Mars, who handed me a container of breath mints. “Pull up information on Detective Cooper from Buffalo Police Department.”

Ace frowned “Why are you helping me with this?”

“Mars and I have spent what-almost 7 years pulling people out of situations that my mother has put them in?” I grabbed the phone from Mars, stepping away.

“It’s your one chance to make an impression if you clean up quick, let Zanie work her charm and roll with the punches, you’ll have several investors eating out of the palm of your hand.” Mars explained “Ms. Sharper views herself as a goddess, she likes to make you think that you should be so lucky as to be in your presence. The only thing she loves more then her hotel chains is Zanie, even if she does show it in a distant-”

“Mars not now!” I called, just as I dialed the number Mars had pulled up. “Detective Cooper, hello, it’s Zanie.”

“I’m sorry?” His voice sounded over the phone, sounding uncertain.

“Oh don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already.” I examined my nails. “I could hardly forget the false alligations you tried to make against me.”

“Ah, Azania Sharp.”

“Sweetheart, don’t think you’re lucky to breathe my first name, let alone use it in full.” I scoffed, putting my hand on my hip. “Listen, quick favor, give me information on Ace Yedgerson.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Good, right?” I pressed, not bothering to let him state too much.

“Well-”

“Excellent, from what I’ve heard, hard worker. Know’s what he’s doing.”

“He was actually on the case with your friend.”

“Oh was he? Funny how he’s no longer working there, did you get them to sack him too or was it because he was smart and walked away?”

“Miss Sharper, I don’t appreciate what you’re implying.” His voice lowered some, footsteps in the background.

“And I don’t appreciate you, at all, but alas I’m still having a phone conversation.” I started slowly back toward Mars and Ace. “So what-say? Excellent, hard worker, from you and everybody else?”

A heavy sigh came on the other end of the line. “Indeed, Ms. Sharper.”

“Good, talk soon, don’t falsely accuse anyone while you persist on being a shady pi-oh did that almost slide out?” I scoffed “Have a good day.”

Mars raised his eyebrows “Well?”

I nodded, sitting on the edge of his desk as I examined Ace. “Before I go in there, I want you to promise something to me.”

Ace gave me a curious look, adjusting the tie Mars had handed him. “What would that be?”

“You investigate something for me.”

He hesitated, before nodding.

“Good, let’s go push the newest Hercule Poirot.”

More Than Just Boxes

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    Alrighty, let me just head this up by saying; I am fine. I know my last was a bit disconnected from my usual goofy-like posts, and the post before that was me having a realization; but overall, I am fine. Mentally, I’m doing better, I just have to work through some things, physically…I better be more fit soon because working out bores me (I know that’s not how it works, and it’s not totally boring, I just like video games more).

I digress. That being said, two years ago I wrote this little post. I’ve read it out loud once, and I’ve had people read it, and while it is something I want to get published soon, I’m still not certain where to go with it… also I don’t enjoy editing so…

**(Also, sorry for the weird sentence cuts, it didn’t transfer very well to WordPress.)*

More than Boxes

Okay, so picture this:
You’ve got this huge moving truck full of boxes.

You’re pulled up in front of this little building and you’re unloading boxes;

They aren’t ordinary boxes, though. These boxes are heavy and varying in size.

They have their labels on them-and that’s what is curious.

These labels don’t have ‘kitchen supplies’ and ‘paperwork’ written on them,

they have shaky handwriting with words such as ‘past regrets’ ‘mistakes’ ‘anger’ ‘lies’ and ‘hatred’.

You name a road block you’ve hit, those darn boxes have it.

And the reason they’re all boxed up is because you’re ready to get rid of them.

All of them.

Except, maybe, that big one, which you only look at on occasion,

and those slightly larger ones-but no matter,

these contributions that will leave your life will do you a world good.
You pick up a box and struggle to lug it into the building.

You’re greeted by a very cheerful man.

He smiles at you, chatting away about life’s pleasures and his latest deals, all just for you.

You set the box counter, and his smile disappears.
“Oh I’m sorry,” He says, frowning at the box “We don’t do returns.”
You match his frown with your own “I didn’t pay for this. You gave me something else.”

Your points and accusations are useless at this point, so you leave the place in a huff, feeling tired,

despite carrying just one box.

You wish you could throw that box at the store, only you can’t, your muscles are crying out for mercy.

Defeated, you set the box down with the others.
Some time passes of you just sitting, and it seems as if the boxes have multiplied, like gerbils…or Tribbles, if you will. Eventually, a group of people come up, offering to dispose of them, promising you that they will never return. All you have to do is sign that dotted line. At this point, you have fully decided these boxes are, indeed, tribbles, and they are no longer cute, because they are annoying. So you sign, and watch as they carry a few away. You get up, feeling encouraged at the slightest dent in your mess. You carry a few boxes, a spring in your step. This goes on for a while, but eventually, the complaints, and the contract are on its way around to bite you in the butt.
“They’re too heavy.” One of the people says, you groan, and attempt to pick up the slack.
“A contribution will surely help the process go smoother. After all, you promised to help in any way.”

Another chimes in.

Reluctantly, you hand over everything you have.
Your heart, your soul, that really cool shirt you’ve been cherishing for years.
They work a little longer, and then, despite their claims, they leave.

They were kind enough to leave you what you gave them, only they left it on the road,

where it was run over.

They also left you with a new set of problems.
So there you are, sitting on the back of that now eighteen-wheeler, exhausted, miserable,

and at your wit’s end.
You’re done.

It looks like these problems are going to live with you for the rest of your life,

and forevermore.
“Do you want some help?” A friendly voice asks, you look up to see two palms outstretched.

Wounds are engraved on them, and they have a few scratches as well.

You look up to view the owner of these over-worked hands,

the light coming from who knows where making it very hard to make out his face.
You force a smile and try to form the words “I’m fine” on your dry, chapped lips.

Instead, you let out a slight cry, tears sliding down your once-clean cheeks.

“S-sir” you stammer, trying to brush away the tears with the back of your sore hands

“Too many people have tried to help me, but my boxes are too heavy. I can barely carry one.”
There’s a slight shadow on the lower end of his face, so you are now able to make out a soft smile.

“I can help.” He insists, grabbing a box that sat beside you.

You watch as he carries it inside a building, that if you were honest, you had only stepped foot in once.
He grabs several more, and seems to carry them with ease.

His second time around, he returns with healing creams, band aids, and water.

He hands them to you, then gathers many of the boxes you couldn’t even push.

You drink the water, and attempt to apply the band aids and cream.

Your hands are shaking, even more so when something you once loved and

thought was gone is placed beside you.
Your trust.
You look up, voice warbling, officially, your crying. “I’m m-messed up so bad.” You sob.

The hands with painful-looking markings rest on both of your shoulders.
“It’s okay.” The voice says, the words are calming, but the words that come next shock you.

“I still love you.”
Your cries are officially louder than your problems-a nice, but painful change.

“H-how can you still love me, after all that I did?” Your voice is a near whisper.
Instead of answering your question, his response is a question of his own. “Do you want help?”
You nod and brush away some tears. “H-how can you help me, though? They’re so heavy.”
“To you, these are heavy, to me, these are light.” He picks up a small one and hands it to you

“If you’ll meet me halfway, we’ll be able to do this.”
You nod mutely and follow him to the building he had previously carried many others.

It’s much more glamorous than you thought, or remember it being.

You watch as he chucks his boxes into the black abyss on one side of the large, luxurious, room.

He motions you to come closer.

“Where are they going?” You croak, feeling a sudden sense of nerves prickling at your skin.
He smiles “Nowhere. They’re no more.”

He turns to you fully “Now, I know it’s going to be hard, but you have many boxes,

a few of which need to leave before you ever show progress.

Are you ready?” You look at them, and then toss the small box in the abyss,

watching in wonder as it becomes nothing.

You look back to him, a smile gracing your face, reaching your eyes for the first time in a long time.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”
————————————NOT THE END—————————————
“Cast your burdens on the Lord, and He will sustain you;

He will never permit the righteous to be moved.”

Psalm 55:22

 

 

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I HAVE A STORY

Well

Can somebody direct me into a Crash Course on Click Bate titles? Please?

I digress, grab a drink and a hearty bowl of popcorn, marshmallows, and chocolate (Fany cooking post coming soon)-and settle down, because boy, do I have a story for you.

So recently I’ve had to take a bit of a break from blogging-and as I’ve stated, mentally and physically, I’ve been through some stuff.

That being said- during that time I was surviving off of college classes and other classes-specifically, an English class.

And might I just say, English class actually gave me quite a bit of anxiety.

I know, I know, the irony.

See, the thing is, I’m a lot of things (entertaining, adorable, clever, the list goes on), but I am above all, not the most excellent person; grammatically. I might have a general idea, but everything I’ve grown up with (from how to place commas, to fragments), was blown completely out of the water.

So anyway, my teacher was a good teacher, she worked with my constant emails (midnight panics as my grade dropped from a B to a B minus), and was overall very reasonable.

Again, though, grammar was suddenly something I was lacking in, and very suddenly, I couldn’t stand constructive criticism.

So it was my last paper rounding the corner, I had managed to pass that, but the paper I had worked so hard on (How to Save the World), had failed. My teacher had, however, given me the chance to rewrite it, and boy, did I take it.

My citation, it was scum, I was at the writing center twice, to find out how, and then to double-check that I had done it right-however, I still needed to do more.

The grammar, total trash, the layout? Actual peril.

My poor internet besties had to listen to my panic attacks about my grade as well as everything else.

And while there are benefits to being good friends with a plethora of writers, they couldn’t be at my beck and call, trying to fix the mess that was my paper.

What they could do, however, was come up with one HEXUVA suggestion.

Try Grammarly.

Naturally, I was like “Psshh, yeah, whatever”, the stubborn bored person in me doesn’t take help from ANYONE.

However, the stubborn bored person also needed to make sure this grammar hit the mark, and while I was still prodding through fixing it, and it had bettered a great deal, it was still something that you’d find in a Wattpad fan-fiction (A.K.A every single one of my stories).

So I relented, and made the plunge, opening up the browser, I created an account.

And I pasted my paper to the little checker and wow-WAS I SURPRISED. While it did give me general things that I had missed, it also showed me where to tighten up my paper, and things beyond that. Suddenly, I was seeing mistakes, and realizing how I could make the paper better!

And the happily ever after lands where we are today with a nice healthy B.

The point is, that yes, I’m here to promote Grammarly, but my desire to, came from what I experienced from it, and can I just say, the help it provided was incredible. I HIGHLY suggest, that if you’re a student, blogger, or writer (or in general just a person who relies on proper grammar), you check out Grammarly-which I happen to have a link for.

 

That being said, let me know do you use Grammarly? What are your thoughts about it?

New post coming Wednesday!

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Hello, and Welcome

Well hello there,

You ginchy person, you.

(Can I trade mark ‘ginchy’, is that possible)?

I digress,

I know what you’re thinking (okay, to be fair, I really don’t)

HAZI.

YOU SAID YOU’D BE LIFE-STYLE ORIENTED.

Well.

I have a boring life. I eat, I do homework, I play video games and watch Youtube, and Harry Potter (this is a recent development).

However, it is something I want desperately to try, and I’ve also been slacking on this blog, so I’ve decided that the only way to motivate myself (And prepare for the next Story Starters Boot Camp, which is, delayed until tomorrow, as I’ve had quiet the week), is to reintroduce myself.

So hello, I’m Hazi.

You’re stereotypical un-average teenager who ends up in strange situations-but not strange enough to satisfy my need for drama, which is why, I do a ridiculous amount of writing, reading, and day-dreaming.

I’m currently a High School senior/part-time college student who also works at an equally unique place part time, and is slowly accumulating enough stories to write a book about it.

Speaking of writing books, I have a tendency to sit on several stories waiting to be published, while I procrastinate with what was previously mentioned (video games, YouTube, Harry Potter).

I’ve been working on strengthening my relationship with God, and learning how to curb a few things, like my temper, and the whole being-a-drama-queen-thing.

Alas, this blog is my journey, my life, my tips, and I bestow them all upon you.

Join my on one hex of a story.

As always, stay ginchy, live your life like the fantabulous story that it was made to be!

HaziWords

*Please note that over the course of the following weeks the site will be going under construction, so if you run across any problem technical difficulties, feel free to let me know!