Category Archive: Vibes

Real talk, whatever it is that wants to be born is probably going to be borderline kinda like “Fuq YOU~ Write Me~” once you really get in the minor key OF Novel November.

Really writing gives absolutely NO fucks for your feelings OR ego at all. & Starting it when the veil itself is at its’ thinnest during the year didn’t have anything to do with us humans. It was the book babies conspiring, wanting to beat our asses until we birth their books, all working in unison, to fall on writerheads at once for a global push.

Let’s call it fucking cosmic literary Lahmahze!

It’s kinda cool, actually. The camaraderie. If Stephen King WERE to do officially sign on to it, his book babies could be clotheslining him just the same way some teenager in Poughkeepsie could be getting body slammed on day three their first year patching in to the flow.

But~ chill. The point of this isn't competition. Not even with yourself. 1,667 words is a target. But if you've not ever been able to sit your ass down and write a paragraph without drawing blood or pulling out your fn hair in shame and/or disdain due to your own mess... maybe your goal would make more sense being...

"Write a page( paragraph) {sentence} <phrase> that I don't fn gouge my eyes out over and leave it the fuck alone. Don't touch it. Move! Next day, dammit! Breaaaathee! WALK the fuck Away!"

Everyday, for 30 days, ya know?

Play it by ear- you know the nature of the beast standing between you and writing if you really have it on your heart to write a book for real.

If you're only doing this to say you've written a book or out of envy towards one who does it for love? I mean~iii guess? Um... whatever floats your boat.

But it's not about you- At LEAST in Novel November. It's about what's wanting to claw out of you, conceptually.

Be ready to write, Be ready to learn...

The hermits are all happy, writerhead plans have been laid...one way or another...word count headway WILL be made~

FREE Lyrics

I tried to hide, but something broke

I tried to sing, couldn’t hit the notes

The words kept catching in my throat

I tried to smile, I was suffocating though

But here with you, I can finally breathe
You say you’re no good, but you’re good for me
I’ve been hoping to change, now I know we can change
But I won’t if you’re not by my side

Why does it feel right every time I let you in?
Why does it feel like I can tell you anything?
All the secrets that keep me in chains, and
All the damage that might make me dangerous

You got a dark side, guess you’re not the only one
What if we both tried fighting what we’re running from?
We can’t fix it if we never face it
What if we find a way to escape it?

We could be free, free
We can’t fix it if we never face it
Let the past be the past ’til it’s weightless

Oh, time goes by, and I lose perspective
Yeah, hope only hurts, so I just forget it
But you’re breaking through all the dark in me
When I thought that nobody could
And you’re waking up all these parts of me
That I thought were buried for good

Between imposter and this monster, I’ve been lost inside my head
Ain’t no choice when all these voices keep me pointing towards no end
It’s just easy when I’m with you
No one sees me the way you do
I don’t trust it, but I want to
I keep coming back to

Why does it feel right every time I let you in?
Why does it feel like I can tell you anything?
We can’t fix it if we never face it
What if we find a way to escape it?

We could be free, free
We can’t fix it if we never face it
Let the past be the past ’til it’s weightless

Oh-oh, so take my hand, it’s open (free, free)
What if we heal what’s broken? (Free, free)

I tried to hide, but something broke
I couldn’t sing, but you give me hope
We can’t fix it if we never face it
Let the past be the past ’til it’s weightless

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Jenna Andrews / Stephen Eric Kirk / Mark Sonnenblick

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