Have you ever had one of those weeks? No – months, yeah.
You ever had one of those months?
You know – where you’re scattered. All over the place. Here, there, a bit behind that tree over there too, down the street?
Up, down, sideways, crooked, this way, that way, upside down and oh – inside out maybe.
Your mind’s on this and your mind’s on that and you’re being pulled into eighty thousand pieces all at once. And you haven’t the foggiest clue as to which way is correct.
Living in Shadows
Inbetween I thrive
Among their scrawl of shades
I am broken glass
(They’ll not dirty their hands)
Not in your Ivory World of Distortions
Not past the Obsidian Veil
Inbetween Silence and Truth
Hope and the Destruction
The odd swelling of hearts long ago shattered and counted
among the Lost
I’m not breathing
Can you see past the blood?
Search to be
But cannot see
This valley of Bled Dreams
Tainted through waves of panic
My fragile wings flutter
The Broken understand
Only the strange know
And this pain
And the wind whispers
But I am alone
The Black Shade Living in Death’s plane where only a few reside
Sow into My Skin
Learn to breathe again
Welcome to My Shaded World of the Strange
the Valley by Daphne Shadows
If there is one aspect of writing that boggles my mind, it is the ever pervading meaning of ‘genre’.
Fiction and Non-Fiction are the simple ones. We all get those.
YA is also pretty easy to figure – books for “young adults”. Children’s books – yeah, those are for the munchkins.
But the rest? Not so easy.
The fiction genres are a wide category.
Fantasy. Horror. Mystery/Crime. Romance. Science Fiction. Thriller/Suspense/Adventure.
Lovely, isn’t it?
Suffer well. Who wants to suffer? No one does.
But what does that mean, really?
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair.
That’s what it means to me.
The opposite of suffering is thriving. Is happiness. Something so elusive yet so convoluted, misused, and hated via jealousy.
Happiness is something harder to describe than “suffer well”, I’m afraid. Again – to me.
No one will always be happy. Times will never be perfect. Things in your life will happen that make you hate, cry, fear, loathe, cry out, miss times passed, wish for something more – something better, something happy.
But we cannot all have it go our way all the time. And life is a messy mash-up of, simply put, everything.
Give it your all.
Today I find myself having an off day, so please do excuse any strange or ‘off’ vibes. It’s one of those days where I feel off kilter, like I’m floating around in space and I’ve forgotten how to do every day things properly. Like walking, being sociable, not starting things on fire, etc.
Sleep deprivation at is best, I’m afraid.
I wish I was doing this
But on with it…
Goals are a vast subject. In this post I’m addressing my weekly writing goal and then my blogging goals in general. They tie in… obviously.
I saw the movie Thor and was instantly intrigued by the character Loki. On closer inspection, I found Loki in Norse mythology to be different than how Marvel portrayed him in the movie. To be honest, all the gods were cruel, self serving, and malicious towards humans. Thor and Loki were the only two portrayed as caring about the humans. The movies and comics have created their own spin on each character.
But that’s enough of that.
What I’m going to inform you of is Norse mythology where Loki is concerned.
There are three major opinions of the creature Loki. One, that he is a malicious, cruel, and loathsome trickster who takes pleasure in the pain of others. Two, he is not unlike most other tricksters in mythology, sometimes good, sometimes bad. And three, that of the Pagan’s opinion. I’ll go into that briefly towards the end.
Norse mythology was written down eighty bajillion years after it was first practiced and everyone, their brother and, their cousin twice-removed has their own theory on what went down, why, and how. There are more variations of Norse Mythology than you can shake a stick at. It’s crazy ridiculous. Because of this, I’ve decided to only share with you a highlighted version of Loki’s lore – giving you the main points and only those parts of his lore that are agreed upon by multiple sources.
I was going to write about genre today. Then I got to thinking about all the specifics and generalities, all the ‘rules’ of writing, and about the craft and how you’ll always be perfecting it, never fully perfect.
Then I generally felt kind of dumb.
Here I am thinking about all these rules, rigid and cold.
Where’s the emotion?
Why did I start writing?
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I enjoy it.
I read a blog post yesterday about caring less. I think that’s a really good idea – to care less. About your rough draft writing, that is. I’m sticking to rough drafts here – no pinning me as responsible for blown kitchens. I say you should care about most things. Like hygiene, sleep, and how long ago you turned the oven on.
I love how Cheryl said it. You can find her post here – if you’re a writer, or anyone who isn’t enjoying doing what they once did, I suggest you read it. She talks about how we should stop caring about how this sentence looks, perfecting this chapter, stop caring that this isn’t the perfect word, while we’re sitting down to simply write the rough draft. If you do, you’ll never get anywhere and the enjoyment you could have gotten from writing will be sucked away into a dismal abyss of nothingness.