I swear, every time I edit, the story continues to develop. Sometimes, I overcomplicate things. This time, it means I'm adding a lot of the secondary story. I don't think that's bad, as it's a story that's critical to the plot, but I'll probably have to cut some of these new words. I hate cutting words because it means I wasted time writing them. (But that's how I write. I'm not a sparse first drafter, I'm a verbose first drafter.) What are you? Do you write a thin first draft and then fatten it up? Or do you write a fat first draft and then take the knife to it?
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My name is Elizabeth Ann, and I’m 37 years old. I love music, and my passion is writing. To me, these two go hand in hand, most likely because poetry is my first love when it comes to writing.
I was born in 1980 when times were simpler, almost more interactive because without technology, we were forced to actually build relationships face to face. Writing notes and folding them origami style was my generation’s way of texting, and if you were lucky, the boy you liked gave you his pager number. I still remember my first ever phone number and address, and for years, my means of transportation was my bicycle.
My first ever job was a paper route which I split with my little sister, and we’d do that every single day after school, rain or shine. I was taught how to save my money for things I wanted, and my dad taught me to actually go outside every once in a while because I’d hole myself in my room for hours reading & writing.
I always had huge dreams which sometimes were made fun of, but that never stopped me because I didn’t care, they would happen for me....and they did....until they didn’t.
You see, somewhere along the way, I lost who I really was inside, and I allowed life to dictate to me who I was and what I should be doing. Today, I’ve finally found Elizabeth Ann all over again, and she seems pretty familiar to me even though it’s been a while. Who are you? Have you given up your dream & passion to be published? If so, let me know, and let’s start a conversation in the comments below🦋
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), a Vancouver Island-based author and illustrator creating children’s books supporting mental health education. Her latest book, Tommy Tutu, is out now and is the first book in the Awkward + Awesome book series educating children about social stigmas and unsuspecting weirdo heroes.
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Time to edit!! So.. yesterday when I ordered to have this printed out at UPS (fun fact: ordering this was WAY cheaper than if I did it at home) I thought little of it. "Yes, I am ordering a printout of 129 pages. Yeah, it's just documents. Thank you." I get there to pick it up... There were two men behind the counter. One was helping a customer and the other had his back to the counter and he was staring down at something on the table in front of him.
Me: o_o.. *cough* excuse me.. yes, hi. I came to pick up a print?
Table staring man: *turns* oh! Hi! Do you mean this one I was just staring at?
Him: 129 pages?
Him: Yeah, I was lookin' at it.. *places stack on counter and points at first paragraph* and I was wondering what am I looking at?
So... I wrote the first paragraph of my novel TWO YEARS ago.. mind you.. But in that moment I instantly remembered: it starts off with a woman, standing in the middle of the street, staring at and pondering over mangled road kill.
Me: *remembering* oh! *nervous giggles* Yeah, this is just a book I wrote...
Me: ...it's fiction.
Him: Fair enough.
Him: ... Me: *clears throat, shuffles papers* well.. thank you! Have a good one! *dashes away*
Fun times... anyway! Time to rip this baby to shreds. *deep breath* Pray for me.
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I'd walk through fire for you my friend. Well, not fire because that's dangerous. But a super humid room... well not too humid, because you know... my hair. Ok! Let’s keep it 💯 As long as it doesn’t pertain to me burning or my hair getting ruined, I’ll always have your back.... 😂🤭😍💋💋
P.S Yes I show off my multitasking skills by photographing sunsets with a boba in hand. 🤷🏻♀️💃🏻
Among the various shades of grey
Oblivious of glorious moments are they !
In the galaxies above, blue greens of bay
And the space between them is where I stay !
Epoch, era, century, decennium
Moment, nanosecond or triennium !
Fail you will, if tried to grab
If seemingly you do, don't go on and brag !
Neither in the gone, to come nor any other form
Cherish me now and so will you arrive home !
Love me now while you still can
Denying me gets you nowhere, Oh Man !
Impossible is to measure the depths of me
Deceiving is to think you've enough of me !
Memories are the forms in which I am bent
Still I give you a precious gift; THE PRESENT !
Rough is the stillness where a moment ends and begins a new
Your faith is being tested there when you are so blue !
When you see me gloomy, just pass me by
Don't try to unwind me, I know how to fly !
Whether you win or lose, see dark or lights
Fact is only, it's me who decides !~Ana🎈
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A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?
The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.
I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.
If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.