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writing trips reflections

Travel diary of a writer with a broken heart.

Paris: I was inspired to write. I outlined a book while there, and I wrote it in the 15 days after I came back home. A 70k full-length novel just came out of me. I just couldn’t be stopped.

London: I felt I belonged. I have never felt like this, anywhere in my life. Not at my city, not at my college, not at home, not with friends or family. I think I was myself for the first time in my life. I also outlined 5 different books in detail. It was incredible how it changed me, being myself and feeling ok with that. Completely ok, for the first (and possibly only) time.

Toronto: I enjoyed my own company. For the first time in my life, I was happy and calm being by myself. With myself. I had so much quiet time with myself, and I learned that that is all I need. I think I stopped being afraid in Toronto, and I had been afraid, constantly, every day, for over 12 years by then.

Boston: A writer’s paradise. I got inspired and empowered. Inspiration just could NOT stop coming. I filled pages and pages of notes for various books. I started writing again, after being blocked for months. I explored bookstores and the snowy city, I “met” historical writers, and had so many dreams of mine come true. I was strong, I was powerful. i could take care of myself, I could do whatever I put my mind to. It was a version of myself I had not dared imagine into existence. I did not want to leave, because I knew I would leave that person behind, that strong, independent, happy person–me.

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featherofthequill:

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shakespearesdaughters:

shakespearesdaughters:

musings on July

metamorphesque:

musings on July

“NW” Zadie Smith, “the Hands of Friendship” in Yerevan (@metamorphesque). “Jane Eyre” Charlotte Brontë (@flowerytale), Franz Kafka’s Diaries (@hungryfictions), “Summer night by the beach” Edvard Munch, “A Magic Mountain” Czeslaw Milosz (tr by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee), “Answer July” Emily Dickinson, “Four Sunflowers Gone to Seed” Vincent van Gogh, The Diaries of Franz Kafka (@shisasan)

“they say that hell is crowded, yet,

“they say that hell is crowded, yet,

when you’re in hell,

you always seem to be alone.

and you can’t tell anyone when you’re in hell

or they’ll think you’re crazy

and being crazy is being in hell

and being sane is hellish too.

those who escape hell,

however,

never talk about

it

and nothing much

bothers them

after

that.

I mean, things like missing a meal,

going to jail, wrecking your car,

or even the idea of death itself.

when you ask them,

‘how are things?’

they’ll always answer, ‘fine, just fine…’

once you’ve been to hell and back,

that’s enough

it’s the greatest satisfaction known to man.

once you’ve been to hell and back,

you don’t look behind you when the floor creaks

and the sun is always up at midnight

and things like the eyes of mice

or an abandoned tire in a vacant lot

can make you smile

once you’ve been to hell and back.”

–Charles Bukowski, “Lost” from Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame (1974)

theliteraryarchitect:writing outside, in the summer, on t...

theliteraryarchitect:

writing outside, in the summer, on the porch, listening to birds and wind, dust accumulating on the keyboard, laptop overheating on your legs, drinking hibiscus iced tea from a sweaty glass, having deep thoughts

normal people posters:) pls give credits if repost!🤍

schreavette:

normal people posters:) pls give credits if repost!🤍

NORMAL PEOPLE (2022)Marianne and Connell in Italy

louismoncher:

NORMAL PEOPLE (2022)
Marianne and Connell in Italy

thinking abt that one quote that’s like “you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still…

deluluwife:

thinking abt that one quote that’s like “you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read” like how soul crushing is that… what the hell