For Elementary It Was A List Of Elements In My Chemistry Book In High School. The List Gave The English

what is one thing you absolutely need to write?

For a deadline: I need to write a short story that is respectable and good enough to send to a potential publisher.

For myself: I need to write a story about leaving and homecoming, about friends and family and love and how to find out if you have told the truth when you are not sure anymore. I need to write about the beautiful pointless passion of people. And I need to write about the gravestone with the poem etched into it, because I cannot stop thinking about it.

For Ingrid, a sweet girl juggling too many balls, by @elephantsneedwater. I am so sorry this took ages! Requests for OC aesthetics are open.

For Josepe, who knows life doesn’t last

Waterwegen: [5/7]  [1/7]  [2/7]  [3/7]  [4/7]

Thank you for doing this. You are seen. You are loved.

This is just the sweetest thing. Thank you so much for using your time to make a stranger's day a little brighter. <3

Because the story of your life // becomes your life 

- Lisel Mueller 

Phoebe Bridgers, I Know The End / Augusto Boal, Theatre of the Oppressed / Lisel Mueller, Why We Tell Stories / Sleeping at Last, East / Pat Barker, Silence of the Girls / Brandon Melendez, How to Write the Quantum Mechanics Uncertainty Principle into a Promise to Return Home / Lisel Mueller, The Story / Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out 

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Vincent van Gogh - letters; Oscar Wilde - De Profundis; Tom Schulman - Dead Poets Societ).  

I was tagged by the lovely @dreamsofbooksandmonsters, @temporarysentences and @pen-for-sword to answer some questions about myself. I already answered most of them here: get to know me

These are the answers to the qestions that lacked in the previous one:

E - Easiest person to talk to: A close friend K - Kisses or hugs: Hugs P - Person you called last: A friend, to open the door (she doesn't have a doorbell) S - Song you sang last: Broken parabole, by Bear's Den. X - X-rays: I've never had any. I am both clumpsy and lucky Thanks for tagging me!

Rules: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the 7th line, share 7 sentences and tag 7 more writer-blogs to continue the challenge. 

Thanks for tagging me, @sancta-silje!

From Elementary: Maybe it was magic that triggered the memories. Walls sprung from the ground like weeds, kitchentools growing against them as fungi. A chair rose beneath him and suddenly his legs were too short to touch the ground. 'Your mother and I need to tell you something.' Eight years old: his father in front of him, kneeling so their eyes met, seemed bigger and stronger than he'd ever be. He gave his mother a quick look. She smiled with her lips tightly closed.

I’m tagging @fragrant-stars, @a-getaway-car, @greenhousewriting, @temporarysentences, @pixel-letters, @theimpossiblescheme and @hawkeyesout-punks.

You know what? Maybe the iceberg on top is how much words there are on the paper. But you wrote that entire chunk of rock. Because a word is not just a word. With every sentence you weave, you are conveying a multitude of meanings, you are juggling different characters with different agenda’s, you have pages of background info rolling around in your head.  After writing, the iceberg may just be two characters having dinner together and talking about their spaghetti for a full paragraph. Yet beneath the surface you have written two characters carefully scanning each other’s reactions for any sign their dinner-date is in love, too.  The iceberg might be a stiffening of character A’s stance, a look, the balling of fists. But you know the trauma that happened when A was sixteen and you have been digging and groping for the most subtle and yet most right way to convey that.  For every action you write, you have written thoughts, discussions, motivations in your head. For every scenery you have plannend a country. Even if you only write a hundred words per hour, you are writing half a life. And your readers might not see the entirety of your work. But as they admire the iceberg, part of their awe will come from sensing something vast and enourmous underneath the water.  

working on my Sheith fantasy au and it’s… going. slowly