#WeeklyWriting

[winter-unseelie]

I think im going to try "writing time friday"

the freewrite company has interested me for quite some time, and i do long for one of their typewriters.

I know i struggle to write frequently, big surprise, I know, seeing my very lacking post history. I think this could possibly help.

Either way, I'm going to attempt. Anyone here can pop in and bully me into posting/actually writing for the weekly prompts. I'm going to try to post them here i think :)

This is but one small step in gaining the confidence to publish a novel.

[bearwithjetpack]

For this week’s visual journal spread the prompt was the contronym “ravel” which means to unravel (what?!?, yes it does) and also to confuse (obviously) and as a noun, a tangle or knot. So, you can (un)ravel a ravel. Oh English, you’re a bat shit crazy language. #visualjournals #creativewriting #visualjournal #visualjournaling #journaling #mixedmedia #mixedmediajournal #sketchbook #journalart #bookart #bookartist #selfreflection #creativity #collage #drawing #weeklywriting #writingprompts #contronym (at Orlando, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPg8K-ABDfF/?utm_medium=tumblr

[greatdistractions]

I know its been a while since I posted a #weeklystory but that’s because I’m working on a bigger project! an urban fantasy story about a missing college student, magic, and a strange figure lurking in the woods. I’ll give you more info closer to its release, but it currently is around 12k words. I’m hoping to have it out in the world by the end of the year!

[nicolemarcina]

Weekly Writing Recap (Last Week of August)

Finally back on track with our podcasts! <3

[my-heads-in-the-starss]

Ok, so I'm gonna start this thing called the poem diarys and post poems on tumblr at least once a week. And if I don't, y'all need to come knock down my door and beat me to a pulp. K good chat

#poetry #challenges #weeklywriting #trying

[delightfullygrandstudenterter]

opposite liberal patch outside airline already house weeklywrite order thanks professor originally dimension secretary wrong

[muchlovepumpkinspice]

Setting up Boundries

She never knew what was coming for her till it happened. She didn’t know that behind each bend of her race was a shadow waiting to lead her to evil.

She let people push her around and she never set up boundaries either when it came to or whatever. Setting up boundaries can help greatly when it comes to life. If you just let people boss you around and not having a back bone then when are you gonna be able to do things for you. You are not here to be peoples slave you are here for you and to build a life of your own. This is why setting up boundaries is very Ideal. 

[droidsdirect]

Today's Update

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— Cutting Edge Trading (@CuttingEdgeTrad) January 27, 2019

via Twitter https://twitter.com/CuttingEdgeTrad January 27, 2019 at 02:36PM

[sharonboomikim]

writing project: week 10

prompt: poem on the topic of “fish”

i did two poems. i fear they are both nonsense LOL. 

could you pick which one you like better and tell me why? or let me know that you don’t enjoy either, too! 

the formatting is wonky for 2. because html is not mi amigo.

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1.

early in the morning, i open the fridge really quietly so as not to wake my roommate and i take out my fish.

my frozen iced-over red-bean-stuffed fish-shaped korean bread.

two because you i need a hearty breakfast.

microwave for one minute one side, one minute other side,

then move to the toaster for crispiness on setting three.

wrap the warm fish in half a paper towel (save the earth),

open the door gingerly, bite into fish outside.

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2.

appa doesn’t like fish - because halmoni made him eat it literally everyday in rural korea - because they were poor and fish were cheap

he doesn’t like it when my little brother and i eat fish - he’ll catch the slightest secret whiff as soon as he steps into the house - wrinkle his nose, his forehead takes on the form of his tummy rolls but more - “you’re eating fish… ugh…”

i didn’t even have an opportunity to decide whether i like fish or not!

mom couldn’t make it often because of all of his complaining my little brother didn’t care

do i like fish or not?! - i don’t really know. - i do like fish eyes. - halmoni fed them to me when i was young, and she told me that the eyes had the most nutrients. my little brother was grossed out.

[betterwebimmthesis]

Weekly Writing | 12.10.13

This snow day is making me very productive. Though I took a little break to enjoy the snow, I'm really trying to solidify my thoughts for this project and preparing for the presentation next week. 

[sharonboomikim]

weekly writing: week 8

prompt: describe your most/least favorite sound/smell. it’s been a long “week” since the last post and this. thanks for the prompt suggestion, christine!! i hope we do it justice... o_o

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the sound of my mother’s strained, sharp voice, faithful every morning when i lived under my parents’ roof: “김부미! 일어나!!!” calling me by my full korean name, yelling at me to get up out of bed. no gentle tap on the shoulder, no sweet smile coaxing me into the new day like they show you in american movies-- just mom’s shrill voice traveling a ways from downstairs, straining upstairs into my room over the sound of breakfasts and lunches being cooked simultaneously at her dextrous hands.

i call out, heavy-lidded and intensely protective of the warmth bubble i’ve nurtured during the past night’s sleep: “네!!!” shouting in the same high-pitched tone, even louder-- you gotta sound awake-- yes!!! buy some time that way, then try to get two more minutes of eye-rest at least while the sounds of the morning rage on: classical music as the daily soundtrack downstairs, my father talking to my mother about quotidian stuff, asking for his food, closing and shutting the garden patio door as he brings in a single flower, the product of our small garden for the day, to my mother.

i can almost hear her taking a deep breath, rearing up for the next alarm:

“김부미! 일어났어?!!!” am i awake? mother, of course i am. 

all the noise of the morning, and your alarm goes off again, this time for my brother.

i miss your daily jarring me out of sleep-- sensorially throwing me into the morning with your voice, usually irritated from having to be on repeat. the garbled chirping and chattering of the birds outside (there were so many; why?), the calming music that was comically out of step with the characteristic chaos of families colliding into mornings, the personally tailored breakfast that evidenced my stubborn insistence that i was an american-korean and not a korean-american, your voice shuttling me from my waking to getting out of bed, coming down the stairs, getting ready for school, opening that door, and leaving you.

[sharonboomikim]

weekly writing: week 7

prompt: think flannery o'connor. I tried. ----- lord I am asking you to intervene, to cut me off to come in between all my tighttightplans for a perfectly planned life. I know that you answer differently from how I ask you, that you love me passionately and not obediently. and how hard it is to love someone that way and how underappreciative I am and I know you see my suffering-- or what I call suffering. genuine healing comes from you, and it doesn't look the way I think it should sometimes. it takes a lot longer, it unearths the ugly, and healing can't happen, unless I let you get a good look at what's wrong, unless I describe the problem to you, and ask you to fix, to come in the midst, of all my imperfections. and how transient everything is, how dust-y everything is-- my home is you. I don't have to take a plane there, or a train there, I don't have to walk there in the snow. I don't graduate from there-- but your presence lives in me and it follows me forever. you are my home.

[sharonboomikim]

writing project: week 6

prompt: something about your favorite body part (or just a body part)

must spend more time on these things. am lacking effort and time. but chugging onwards.

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my dream as a teacher

make me an elbow,

to be a connector between slightly different parts,

to allow for flexibility, greater range.

to equip for creativity of expression,

to bring a child inwards for protection,

to extend young women and men outwards for release—

to be scuffed, and unrecognized, and unseen,

and in this further to realize the fulfillment of my form.

[sharonboomikim]

writing project: week 5

prompt: your favorite form of nonverbal communication (such a great prompt; thanks Jon!)

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the sidewalk on banks st. has always been on the narrow side, and it was narrower tonight because of all the snow piled up on it. it wouldn't have mattered anyway on a night like this, because a couple was coming from the opposite way, hand-holding adamantly. the sidewalk couldn't have accommodated all three of us, even on a sunny day.

i was only walking home, but who knows? maybe they were off to a dinner date, a movie, a play-- something together, something twofold, something doubly important. instinctively, i stepped to the side as they, clasping mittened hands, walked quickly past me. 

as i snuck a quick glance at their hands in partnership, without knowing why and how— i found that i had shaken my bag from off my shoulder and was now holding on tightly to its leather handle.

how weird of you, i berated myself internally. what if they think you think they're robbers. what awkward, potentially offensive behavior on your part!

but i had either shivered or shrugged my bag off, the deed was done, and i was now holding hands with my bag. it (he?) felt comforting, like the fact that i had some sort of substance to clutch on to gave me purpose and better posture. 

like a hand reaching out to save another from drowning & like my appa's hand reaching over to hold my umma's on long drives when he felt himself getting sleepy & like gravity & like your sweat is my sweat, my sweat is your sweat & like my mode of doing is interlocked with yours and that's all right because we're traveling together...

[sharonboomikim]

writing project: week 4

prompt today: You have three hundred words to justify the existence of your favorite person, place, or thing. Failure to convince will result in it vanishing without a trace. Go!

wrote this: on my phone, on the train. word count: 185, because today i was cold and tired.

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please, I beg of you, you must keep the heat running in the t. it's not enough to count on body heat, especially for those of us who don't travel at peak hours. we wait in the chill and count down the extremely experientially dragged-out minutes until the train will come, so don't! don't take away my anticipation, my excitement about getting on the train. 

here, let me focus on the best parts of being on a warm train, which include but are not limited to: 1) eavesdropping, 2) creating fictional (in my mind, completely realistic and evidence-based; I check my surroundings quite thoroughly; my surreptitious glances) narratives for the people I see on the train, 3) listening to (and even sometimes smiling at!) podcasts to tune out the fact that this large person next to me and I are thigh-touching. 

we'll all have to get off at one stop or another and face the mean cold again; could you be our temporary mobile home? we're all quiet like we're family here. but I promise you we won't be quiet if you take away the heat.