Lex Tipton's Blog
November 16, 2024
Harm
Fiery trepidation intoxicated and subsided by substances.
Muffled by hands and medication.
Thoughts of self-loathing and dire afflicted consequences.
Afternoon wake-up call. Worthless, worthless, pathetic, and ugly.
Stay in your place, don’t take up space, move from here to there, and ensure this is accomplished. Whipping my back to self-punish.
Hold your hands back and scream. I wish for it all to be over.
Muffled by hands and medication.
Thoughts of self-loathing and dire afflicted consequences.
Afternoon wake-up call. Worthless, worthless, pathetic, and ugly.
Stay in your place, don’t take up space, move from here to there, and ensure this is accomplished. Whipping my back to self-punish.
Hold your hands back and scream. I wish for it all to be over.
November 14, 2024
Longing
Who can I dash to to tell the time by?
Someone whose face to caress and feel wrinkle as it slips down their cheek?
Confidently feel safe. Hunger for and with?
Lay upon their chest and fulfill a wish.
Close my eyes and dream of tomorrow, best spent with you.
My lover. An everything. Something more than the moment.
My chest bursts with affection, affecting my psyche—borderline insanity. Pressing matters, I press onward. Tucked into clenched fists, sweat drips down as if squeezing sweet and bitter lemons—as sick and yellow as spring dandelions.
It is you who I spend it with and for how long?
Someone whose face to caress and feel wrinkle as it slips down their cheek?
Confidently feel safe. Hunger for and with?
Lay upon their chest and fulfill a wish.
Close my eyes and dream of tomorrow, best spent with you.
My lover. An everything. Something more than the moment.
My chest bursts with affection, affecting my psyche—borderline insanity. Pressing matters, I press onward. Tucked into clenched fists, sweat drips down as if squeezing sweet and bitter lemons—as sick and yellow as spring dandelions.
It is you who I spend it with and for how long?
October 29, 2024
Manuscript Progress 10/29/24
Happy Halloween, everybody!
Writing is hard. As I type this, I'm procrastinating a bit. Sometimes, it's difficult to peel yourself away from your work. Even if you wish, it could be easy to do so.
I'm about twelve thousand words into my current manuscript for my upcoming book, which is roughly halfway through the length of my previous book, which was around twenty-seven thousand words, I believe.
Twelve thousand within a month of releasing my first work, as well, which is shocking and a tad worrisome. I keep asking myself whether or not I'm rushing this work. Still, it flows quite easily onto the pages, so I have that instinct to trust, as well as my brutally honest mother and best friend, who are fans of its current quality but also vocal about its flaws thus far.
I'm at a stagnant point. My head hurts when I write despite my fingers wanting to continue. I have all the story points in my head—beginning, middle, end, points A, B, C, and D—but I'm struggling to connect those to the point of physical pain in my mind and concentration.
I hope this blood post finds you well. I'm new and unaware of how these things are typically supposed to go, but I figured an update to those who follow me would be nice to release. Despite my challenges, just know my next entry is on the way. I think it's a real nail-biter so far, and it'll be novel length (Finally, at last!)
Writing is hard. As I type this, I'm procrastinating a bit. Sometimes, it's difficult to peel yourself away from your work. Even if you wish, it could be easy to do so.
I'm about twelve thousand words into my current manuscript for my upcoming book, which is roughly halfway through the length of my previous book, which was around twenty-seven thousand words, I believe.
Twelve thousand within a month of releasing my first work, as well, which is shocking and a tad worrisome. I keep asking myself whether or not I'm rushing this work. Still, it flows quite easily onto the pages, so I have that instinct to trust, as well as my brutally honest mother and best friend, who are fans of its current quality but also vocal about its flaws thus far.
I'm at a stagnant point. My head hurts when I write despite my fingers wanting to continue. I have all the story points in my head—beginning, middle, end, points A, B, C, and D—but I'm struggling to connect those to the point of physical pain in my mind and concentration.
I hope this blood post finds you well. I'm new and unaware of how these things are typically supposed to go, but I figured an update to those who follow me would be nice to release. Despite my challenges, just know my next entry is on the way. I think it's a real nail-biter so far, and it'll be novel length (Finally, at last!)
