I am a writer and working on new stuff and have some fiction I would like to be critiqued. Is this place an acceptable one to post these writings?
creative writing
I don't feel very creative or safe lately
Lately, so much of what I write or create feels meaningless with the current state of affairs in the background, humming like a constant threat. I have scrapped so much content, and I usually tend to create for the practice of creating.... 💖Intro Post💖
Hey, hey!✨ My name is Maria. I'm an indie author. I have 2 published books and 1 more coming out this year. On my website, I write the Nerdology 101 blog as well.... A Thing I Want: More Playful Imaginal Experiments. I'm almost shaking-quivering with excitement here, and I have to try to say something, but there's no really good way to say it. So here's the bad/incomplete/short version:
Play more with your imagination, it's fun!
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Let's start small.
Imagine you have a box in your hands. How big is it? What is it made of? What does it smell like?
Open your box and notice that there's a key inside? What kind of key is it? A modern key, an old-timey key, a futuristic keycard?
Now that you have your key in your hands, go find the door it opens. Where is the door? What does it look like? What textures does it have?
Use the key to open the door.
What's on the other side?
If you'd like, walk through the door and explore. Have fun! The real world will be here waiting for you.
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If you ran that experiment what happened?
Isn't it strange and delightful that somehow, out of somewhere, there was a box and a key and a door and whatever the mystery decided to put on the other side of the door?
Or maybe it didn't – what did you find, or what happened when you tried?
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These kind of imaginal playgrounds are used by various groups for all kind of things: healing, self-development, magic, self-discovery, divination, etc.
My favorite group and use combination is kids for play.
Let's make imagination fun again!
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I have so much to say about this that I feel overstuffed and confused. Where even to begin? So I'll just leave this here and ignore its incompleteness.
Maybe I'll try to say more later. Or maybe I'll just run more imagination experiments and tell you what happened.
A cardbored box with pink 🎁 wrapping paper. It smells faintly of mothballs (God what do moth balls smell like? Do I know or have I just read that as a thing that things smell like a lot) and dispair. Musty and dusty.... Is poetry dead?
I have always felt so deeply when I wrote. It's the only time where I can pin point an emotion and freely express it. I'll let my mind wonder onto the pages so desperately as if I was screaming but to burdened to speak them out loud.... 🔮 Join for A Future You Love, Aug 28-29
We're hosting another online forum! This time two days of imagining a better future. Be a featured writer by signing up here. Or just show up- add the event to your calendar so you remember to hop on. More about the event- Imagine being 10, 20, 50 years into the future.... I don’t know if I am doing this right. . I had the urge in my car to start singing an improvised song (inspired by my relateful camp experience at Annabeth’s Vocal Flow and Kedar’s bonfire jam) and it was in that exploration that I had the epiphany that I am allowed to write bad poems! This really excites me and now I’ve started to write a bunch of things that I feel poetic about. The permission to be bad has been crucial in my permission to try, and now I am wanting to maintain my permission to be bad and try in front of others.
I haven’t posted on UpTrust because I question whether or not I am really “trustable” on any topic. I don’t feel qualified, or justified, or certifiably “trustable”, apart from maybe my honest attempts at honesty. But my honesty =/= truth. I could speak honestly about what I think a Beef Wellington is and still be wrong.
But I can write bad poems, and I can be wrong, AND I can do that publicly. And in doing it publicly, maybe my poems become better and my honesty becomes truer.
Hannah! I was pitching your boundaries course to a friend the other day and describing your work as feeling for sure like evidence that you're likely highly educated, but/and moreso it feels so derived from your own innate wisdom.... I don’t know if I am doing this right.
I had the urge in my car to start singing an improvised song (inspired by my relateful camp experience at Annabeth’s Vocal Flow and Kedar’s bonfire jam) and it was in that exploration that I had the epiphany that I am allowed to write bad poems!...