Personal Writing

  1. Of brave and foolish hearts

    The average heart weighs less than a pound and is the size of a human fist. It begins its work around the fifth week of pregnancy. And it has an enormous workload. It beats about 100000 to 150000 times a day, pumping about 7000 litres of blood through the body. Sometimes, it can get a bit out of rhythm. So it’s lucky that the mind stands by its side. It has developed a small machine to help the heart: The pacemaker. Even with this helpful little device, the heart isn’t invincible: A heart...
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  2. Falling on my Face

    At 13 500 words. Major anxiety. Therapy cancelled this week. Hallucinations? Help!
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  3. Amazing Achievement

    Last night, I finally breached 10 000 words! That's definitely a small miracle for someone with my attention span. :p It's currently my second longest piece ever! In addition to that, my story has officially evolved completely from my original idea. I feel like this was supposed to happen - I had so many holes and unanswered questions before, but now everything is coming together. I know I'm excited because my family simply roll their eyes when I start talking about it. Switching from...
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  4. How I Will Make Millions: The Idea of the Century

    As I lie in bed at the end of the day, I begin my process of falling asleep with a brainstorm. This is when I attempt some physical character development of my WIP characters for my own use (I tend not to care how my audience visualizes my characters as long as any plot-moving physical traits are defined). When I begin to see fractals in the darkness behind my eyelids, I switch over to entertain new story ideas. Though I always keep a pen and notebook on my bedside table, I rarely record new...
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  5. Friends who Journal: Turning Their Rant into Poetry

    I good friend of mine, Delilah, keeps a diary in the traditional sense. She writes in it (nightly, I think) to record anything in her day that affected her and any thoughts she needs to work through. Sometimes, Delilah exchanges her jumble of thoughts for a well-organized rant. One day, she seemed like she needed to talk about something; she appeared agitated. She gave me the gist of the situation, then allowed me to read her angst-ridden prose. A friend of Delilah's from private school,...
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