They said it best and I won't repeat it.
Day 3.
Friday, November 29, 2013
Thursday, November 28, 2013
The REspons....
There's a certain level of responsibility that one must take on when they decide to write every single day and also to make that decision public.
So I, Nicole Magloire, will be writing everyday for the next year, at least.So from now, until November, 27th 2014 I need to either post on here or write something in my journal every day. The reason for this is that I really enjoy reading and I really enjoy writing and sometimes when I'm being especially crazy I consider myself a writer. The writers that I respect the most have all said at one point or another that all good writers, write and read something every single day. So I will be embarking on the good ole knowledge journey and doing the same.
The best part about this whole thing, the absolute best part is that a lot of the time I'll write something that will really suck. It will be so bad that I'll feel no attachment to it what so ever and not want to post it at all, but I will anyway.
Those pieces, the ones that are just darn awful, will be the ones I learn from and grow from. They will be the ones that make the really good pieces stand out like fireworks. Because when I write something worth reading, which will happen again I swear, then I'll not only post it but I'll put it in my heart.
So yes, I will write everyday and I'll be okay with whatever it is I write no matter how long or short it is. As long as words are getting on pages then I'm doing what I'm supposed to do.
XO
So I, Nicole Magloire, will be writing everyday for the next year, at least.So from now, until November, 27th 2014 I need to either post on here or write something in my journal every day. The reason for this is that I really enjoy reading and I really enjoy writing and sometimes when I'm being especially crazy I consider myself a writer. The writers that I respect the most have all said at one point or another that all good writers, write and read something every single day. So I will be embarking on the good ole knowledge journey and doing the same.
The best part about this whole thing, the absolute best part is that a lot of the time I'll write something that will really suck. It will be so bad that I'll feel no attachment to it what so ever and not want to post it at all, but I will anyway.
Those pieces, the ones that are just darn awful, will be the ones I learn from and grow from. They will be the ones that make the really good pieces stand out like fireworks. Because when I write something worth reading, which will happen again I swear, then I'll not only post it but I'll put it in my heart.
So yes, I will write everyday and I'll be okay with whatever it is I write no matter how long or short it is. As long as words are getting on pages then I'm doing what I'm supposed to do.
XO
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Insert worthy title here.
A hopeless romantic with a knack for one night stands he was a walking contradiction.
Praying for the extraordinary
But swimming daily in the mundane
He swore he was the captain of his fate
and captain he was
But his steering led him to washed up shores and broken sails
Defeat
A word spoken often from tear stained lips
His distaste for sympathy and lack of empathy left him as someone often alone
and rarely receiving help
His writing was tragic
His songs stained with the prints of his mistakes
"What a failure"
He whispered often to the reflection that he struggled to glance at...
The concept of pain
The thing that some fight through, seeking for victory on the other side
While others get lost
Drowning
Not knowing that they have the power to fight
Or simply not being able to
He's the latter
The nameless man
Strong but unaware of his strength
Lost.
He swore he was the captain of his fate
And captain he was.
Praying for the extraordinary
But swimming daily in the mundane
He swore he was the captain of his fate
and captain he was
But his steering led him to washed up shores and broken sails
Defeat
A word spoken often from tear stained lips
His distaste for sympathy and lack of empathy left him as someone often alone
and rarely receiving help
His writing was tragic
His songs stained with the prints of his mistakes
"What a failure"
He whispered often to the reflection that he struggled to glance at...
The concept of pain
The thing that some fight through, seeking for victory on the other side
While others get lost
Drowning
Not knowing that they have the power to fight
Or simply not being able to
He's the latter
The nameless man
Strong but unaware of his strength
Lost.
He swore he was the captain of his fate
And captain he was.
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