A quick update on the progress of Monsters and Men - the structural edit:
I have been quite unwell over the last couple of weeks, but finally I am starting to feel better and dive back into editing.
As many of you may know about me, I love setting KPIs, projections and targets for myself. Currently I have finished 45% of the restructure/1st edit.
I am expecting the structural edit to be the hardest and most time consuming part of the editing process, but we will see how it goes.
To my writer friends, are you currently editing a manuscript? How is it going?
Day 16 of #februaryauthorwipchallenge is to make mood board for your MC. I ended up just taking a screen shot of my Pinterest board for Soot of the Stars. I think it gives a good glimpse into my story's aesthetic.
Comment if you also posted a mood board so I can be sure to check it out!
Do you guys use Pinterest for your stories? I use it for just about every project I start. It's a really great way to save ideas and get a feel for all of my worlds.
La Conférence des Oiseaux, poème persan de 12e siècle, de Farid Al Din Attar / Simorgh, Bird of Kings (Persian poem from the 12 th century). Simorgh, oiseau mythique à la beauté indescriptible est, dans la mystique d'Orient, l'allégorie du Divin. La huppe la décrit comme le seul Être qui mérite d'être aimé et désiré, et dont il ne reste au monde qu'une plume multicolore et mystérieuse. Brûlés par le désir de trouver leur Roi tous les oiseaux du monde se réunissent. Guidés par la huppe, ils décident de s'envoler vers Sa majesté Simorgh, l'Être divin, qui vit sur les hauteurs du mont mythique Qaf. La huppe connaît le long et difficile voyage, elle en sait les dangers et les épreuves. Il faudra traverser les sept vallées successives du Désir, de l'Amour, de la Connaissance, de la Plénitude de l'Unicité, de la Perplexité, du Dénuement et de l'Anéantissement, pour parvenir enfin jusqu'au trône royal. Mais les oiseaux hésitent à prendre leur envol, encore prisonniers des attachements terrestres. La huppe conte alors à chacun une histoire de sagesse, dans une mise en abyme qui invite à abandonner ses biens, ses amours, ses certitudes, à renoncer à soi-même pour entreprendre le voyage. Car au bout du chemin il ya l'Être aimé, Merveille des merveilles. Seuls trente oiseaux parviennent au seuil du roi Simorgh, et là, merveille, ils ne voient en lui que le reflet d'eux-mêmes.
Attar nous raconte que les sept vallées sont un cheminement intérieur et qu'au terme du voyage les oiseaux ne trouvent et ne peuvent voir qu'eux-mêmes car en réalité, on ne peut jamais voir la divinité, elle qui pourtant est là au tréfonds de chaque âme. #wordswithkings#wordswithqueens#mentalhealthwareness#positivevibes#mentalhealthrecovery#poetrycommunity#poets#writers#poetsofinstagram#writerofinstagram#lovepoem#poemofinstagram#poetsandwriters
walking on those streets
with real freezy breeze
the way you hold me
my veins feel stress free
your love makes me shine
my belly feels cloud nine
why so numb honey? are you fine!
let me tell you one
you’re brighter than the sun
i know i’m annoying
can never see you crying
i know we’re winning the race
to stand by face to face
world will be pretty sure about our love
once you tie our daughter’s shoe lace
I’M SO INTO YOU
I CAN BARELY BREATHE .
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Apparently, there's a new bracelet Alexa owners can wear to stop the device from activating, so they can be sure their conversations aren't being recorded. People are deploying countermeasures against technology they put in their homes for convenience. Please don't use this surveillance tech. Here's an excerpt from an essay I wrote about Alexa, etc.: One of my favorite movies is the German film, THE LIVES OF OTHERS. It tells the story of an East German Stasi agent who is tasked with spying on a group of dissident playwrights. The apartment of the leader of the theatre troupe was bugged, and every night the Stasi agent settled in to listen to meetings the group thought they were having in secret. It was uncomfortable and anxiety-inducing to watch the watcher watching, to see privacy being invaded so thoroughly. Particularly because the transgressions were being recorded with the purpose of meting out harsh punishment. The anticipation of waiting for the door to be broken down was unbearable.
Surveillance (perceived or real) is a powerful tool of imprisonment.
Jeremy Bentham understood that well. In the late 18th century, the philosopher posited the Panopticon - a system of institutional design that placed a single watchtower in the center of a circular structure. From the watchtower, every inmate could be observed. The inmates, however, couldn't see into the tower and couldn't tell when they were being observed. The Panopticon was intended to exert as much control over the inmates as possible with minimal expenditure and effort.
Panopticism as a philosophy has evolved with changing political landscapes and technology, but its central guiding principle remains the same: the power and control are with the watcher, and the observed are objects.
Our digital world is evolving into a Panopticon.
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Read caption👇👇💥✨ Chl ajj baata-n pyaar diyan kriye,
mukhre ton vggde noor mere yaar diya kriye,
chl ajj baaata-n Jo na kita kde oh izhaar diya kriye,
tenu vekh k andekha kr dena..aksr nain lukake tetho...tere lyi dua mng dena,
shayad pta na hoye jnab nu..nazra-n ohde milaan toh pehla...m nazraan fer laina ..,
ki ishq da tilism ...rooh meri nu roshnaye..,
kehnda ja dila-n tu os kol ...te baat ishq-ae saaz di kr aaye,
paigam-e mohabbat naam jnab de chdh aaye!
ik chithi bnayi..,
ik chithi bnayi..,
vch likhe jazbaat sajjna,
kor-he kor-he lafzan ch likhi dil di baat sajjna!
ni vishwaas menu koi pyaar di zaat ch,
islyi hle tak manna iktarfa jo gye aakhe, mere sab alfaaz sajjna! - Shekh-Ë (ਸ਼ੇਖ਼-Ë)
Depending upon size of a vessel an anchor of similar size can hold her and avoid her from drifting in high current , sea's and swell. For instance my beauty has an 10.5 tonnes of anchor to anchor her.
Similarly we humans beings as an individual can be anchor to someone, group of people or anybody. The only difference is on board a ship one knows it is an anchor , whereas in real life one unknowingly , becomes anchor because of one's gesture and deeds. One small act may have had done a big impact on someone. So before leaving ground , before losing believe , before being dragged in mud think someone is watching for whom you are BELIEVE In this world and stay ANCHORED.
Time may come when there may be Strom's and it may drag you down , still don't give up , get back , let it pass and anchor back again .If not not for anyone else do it for yourself cause YOU yourself is greatest anchor for YOURSELF !!!
I’ll have something no one can destroy.
A love no human has ever known.
A piece of heaven all wrapped up into one.
The future is not something to face with fear.
It’s and opportunity for something new and exciting to happen.
The world is full of adventure, you just have to be willing to take a risk.
Take A Risk//4.7.13
At Balboa Spanish village of Art. An artist gifted me a photograph of his water lily painting (unaware it had personal symbolic importance 🙏💗). So thankful, & I so admire artists; I could have wandered that village all day!
maybe love stays .
with all the plans that fell apart , i’m learning to make peace over and over trying to stay happy . learning to breathe a little deeper just like we’re having some weak moments won’t prove we’re actually weak . don’t you realise? you have to chose your own worth . your worth isn’t dependent on people’s choice or hatred forward . your allowed to raise a voice and yell out your feelings to yourself to chose a better version of you today and each day upcoming. the longest relationship you have is with yourself so you have to love everything and anything only about yourself. that’s why maybe love stays , will always stay. /KL
You are there in my head, even when you are not here. You reside in my heart, even when I try the hardest to push you out. Nevertheless, you keep on kindling that fire repeatedly, even when I try my best to extinguish it.And when amidst all complexities, I step forward towards you; you vanish in thin air like a ghost,like a mirage, like a hallucination. You disappear. You keep me running towards you, tripping and falling, and when I am all exhausted, and certain to give you up, you reappear, rejuvenating my fragile dreams and volatile hope, and then once again you disappear once again.
Albeit I am wearied, but I want to keep on chasing you, for you are the sole purpose life has given me, the only solace. Do not ever stop disillusioning me!
You might not admire my madness, my craziness, or my overly ecstatic nature but I need to carry that jaunty mask for I cannot let it fall. I cannot let the world see my bruised and burnt face. I cannot stand those pitying expressions; neither can I take all those not so consoling sympathetic statements. I need your illusion to keep me going, to keep life going.
You might never be mine, but I will remain yours forever. I might never have you, but I can surely have your illusions.
Love is like a stain. And you are that stain which never comes off, how hard I may to rub it. You are that stain which remains forever. ‘We’ might not be stained, but ‘I’ surely am.