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New Account
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I'm a very different human being than I was when I began my time on dA, but you may find my writing style to be about the same. Come join me on my new journey of self-discovery.
I'm a very different human being than I was when I began my time on dA, but you may find my writing style to be about the same. Come join me on my new journey of self-discovery.
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Reboot
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A notice: I'm no longer using this account from this point on. I'm adopting a rather different identity, outlook, and methodology to my work, and I think that warrants some level of dissociation from my previous self. I will give some more information at a later date.
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A Prompt
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Today, while at work, I thought of a potential writing prompt:
The murder weapon was a joke.
And, as per usual, once I returned home I jotted down some related thoughts in my notebook... then considered posting the prompt on dA. Which is what I'm doing now. I'll likely tackle the potential short story sometime tomorrow.
The murder weapon was a joke.
And, as per usual, once I returned home I jotted down some related thoughts in my notebook... then considered posting the prompt on dA. Which is what I'm doing now. I'll likely tackle the potential short story sometime tomorrow.
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The Bright Side of Anxiety
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It's an abstract thought, but I've been thinking nonstop- about the fact that my imagination runs wild in both positive in negative ways. What if, what if, what if? When put in a pressure situation, I'm legitimately neurotic. When not in a pressure situation, I'm entirely restless. I have a burning desire to move and I'm deathly afraid of going anywhere.
But it's a great thing. Every victory, no matter how small, is meaningful. Every finished story, poem, and lyric becomes more than the simple busywork of a jaded, ink-black heart. I may lose my mind, but in the end I find my soul.
Do you know why I love Switchfoot? Well, I'm an obsessive individual who clings to his fondest childhood memories, and Switchfoot was one of the very first bands I fell in love with. But moreso because their lyrics line up with my own thoughts: our most effective art is born from our struggles.
the sun goes down like a photograph
you try to stop time in the aftermath
but it's gone
gone
and yesterday feels like a tragedy
I try not to lose what's left of me
and I'm gone
yeah but we carry on
but it's gone
gone
and yesterday feels like a tragedy
I try not to lose what's left of me
and I'm gone
yeah but we carry on
because we are fire
burning brightly
you and I
we light the sky when we ignite
when we come alive
when we come alive
I get it. I know those moments when I feel lost and nearly have a panic attack... and the times when my restlessness overcomes my urge to run (fight versus flight, every day of my life). I'm lost, but I carry on because the moments when I come alive are completely worth it.
burning brightly
you and I
we light the sky when we ignite
when we come alive
when we come alive
I get it. I know those moments when I feel lost and nearly have a panic attack... and the times when my restlessness overcomes my urge to run (fight versus flight, every day of my life). I'm lost, but I carry on because the moments when I come alive are completely worth it.
I may retreat, and I may taste defeat over and over again, but I know how I can win the war that plagues my mind. I know the cure for cyanide: it's sugar, and I self-administer it with the tip of my writer's block pen.
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Happy Thanksgiving
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