There’s a concept I teach when breaking down story structure—call them threshold guardians, gatekeepers, gremlins, the trolls who live under the bridge—they're the forces of opposition that love to pop up when your protagonist begins to take a step forward toward her goal.
The same holds true for the story of our lives, of course. Big moves summon big hurdles. I've been so excited to prepare for tomorrow’s launch of FOUNDATIONS | A GREAT STORY, the first course offering of Path of the Storyteller. So, naturally I got the flu and lost my voice completely for a week! Feverish but undaunted, I waited until the frog croak ripened into a sexy baritone and recorded all the first week's lectures in one day. Next week I'll be back to my chirpy self, but Module One shall be known as the sexy frog module!
I'm so excited to share this transformative training with my students. Story structure is an essential skill for writers. There's still time to enroll (I'm leaving the doors open through end of day Monday). You can click the link in my bio to learn more. Or paste this URL in your browser: www.swanburneacademy.com/storyteller-enroll
Day 13 and I found my way back to Stephen King’s “On Writing,” progressing to page 166. And even though I know that many of his fanboys and fangirls will hate me for saying this, I’ll still do so with great conviction. Stephen King may be an incredibly successful novelist of a stature and rank which I will perhaps never reach, it is important to note for the unaware that he also is a snobbish bully.
In one instance, he subtly expresses his dislike of opinionated Lesbians and conflates objecting to their views with commenting on the quality of their prose; in my view, he clearly fails to acknowledge in that passage that one can be dogmatic, unapologetic and irrationally pro or against something and still write competently about it.
Not only was I appalled by the weakness of his logical reasoning skills, but I also felt repulsed by his pyramid theory in which he arbitrarily categorised writers into bad writers, competent writers, good writers and great writers. Some level jumps, he believes, are unattainable for ordinary, insignificant commoners like ourselves. And to add insult to injury, he promises to be as encouraging as possible several pages later. Again, no convincing lines of argument or justification provided. The 1950s country club fellow oozes with a lot of contradictions too. The adverbs that he so hates keep reappearing in his constructs that I’m already fed up reading this book, fed up with the hypocrisy, whimsicalness and establishment snobbery.
Aight. Time to get that journal out. Or, you know. Open up a luxuriously-wide-open-blank-canvas in the google doc-sphere. I am a big fan of the auto save + the sound of hitting the keys when I'm in that super sexy flow state. ⠀
I want you to get some really great music going. You know the kind of music that really gets you going! (Yes you can totally meditate and write to rap music if that's your thing. I do it allllll the time.)⠀
Light a candle if you want. Add some incense. Feel into your body. And let the gaaaames begin!⠀
Here's your Prompts:⠀
1. What would a total Quantum Shift really look and feel like? If you could literally leap into a heightened reality, like next week! What would that look like? ⠀
2. How would IT feel? How would YOU feel?⠀
3. What would it look like if it was easy? ⠀
4. What magick needs to be performed (feminine / yin vibe)?⠀
5. What aligned actions need to be taken (masculine / yang vibe)?⠀
EXTRA CREDIT // BONUS POINTS⠀
6. Get your pleasure vibes reallllly connected to this. Yes. I'm talkin self pleasure and / or sex magick with your lover. Tapping into your vision as you experience sexual pleasure is literally tapping into the creative life force it self. Visualizing your 5D desires at peak orgasm = Birthing them into this 3D reality. ⠀
You heard me. It's time to OWN your orgasm people. ⠀
I would looooove to get a visual of your writing ritual! (Not the sexy time part, ya'll can keep that between you n your sheets.) ⠀
Take a photo of your journal. Do an insta story. Get wildly creative and let me see it!! Put it in your Insta Story and Tag me!!! Want more of an insider look into my writing rituals? Lemme know below. ⠀
xo, your sister under the stars⠀
Words + Photo by @taiha.lee⠀
I visited the place where we last met.
Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended,
The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;
There was no sign that anything had ended
And nothing to instruct me to forget.
The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees,
Singing an ecstasy I could not share,
Played cunning in my thoughts. Surely in these
Pleasures there could not be a pain to bear
Or any discord shake the level breeze.
It was because the place was just the same
That made your absence seem a savage force,
For under all the gentleness there came
An earthquake tremor: Fountain, birds and grass
Were shaken by my thinking of your name.
1 4310 hours ago
the hero x villain tropes are back :))
1 10810 hours ago
ugh yeah I’m so guilty of doing this it’s sad
1 7410 hours ago
I'm trying to let go of this notion that you should only do things when you're already good at them. Growing up in post USSR Russia has me in a really fucked up mind set that my skills must either be practical and imminent for survival (which is prob why I've spent most of my adult life trying to attain a practical/necessary career) or you have to be the absolute best in the arts department because after all, it's just entertainment and why settle for less than the best.
This mindset has me trapped in a loop of overwhelming feelings of inadequacy which constantly makes me second guess myself and back out of opportunities.
Only now am I realizing how fucked up that is.
This is really just a long prelude to me saying HERE'S MY HAPPY FACE WITH IMPERFECT EYELINER THATS ENTIRELY "TOO MUCH" FOR RUNNING ERRANDS.
It's not perfect, I'm learning that perfection only exists in moments and in this moment I caught my big dumb dog absolutely wiping out in the snow and that...was perfect.
I’ve already told this story to so many people ever since coming to Amman but it’s the kind of story I can’t get enough of telling cause it makes me feel like I’m badass and also like my life is a movie. So Faris and I went to NYC and Washington DC before heading to Amman which turned out to physically be a very bad idea. Mental note: do not ever ever travel for 9 days straight and physically drain yourself then get on a 9+ hour flight. Just don’t. It might seem like a good idea when you’re comfortably sitting at home in your pjs and booking stuff online but just trust me, don’t. This is me talking to myself. Giving myself some brethren advice (if there is such wording). Anyway back to our story. I caught a really bad flu in Washington DC and usually I’m the type of person who tackles a flu and kills it before it decides to flex its muscles but unfortunately we were on vacation and I did not have the usual resources at hand (meds, teas, hot showers, long naps, lots and lots of ibuprofen, that kind of thing) so this resulted in this flu being audacious enough to seriously flex its muscles on me. Faris caught a bit of a lighter version of it either from me or on his own I’m not sure. I am sure you’re thinking you’re bored with all this information but this is all really important background information for my story. So, for reasons that are not relevant to this story for now, Faris and I had to fly on different airlines to Amman and so I was basically traveling alone from Washington Dulles Airport to Amman, with a very strong flu. I was at the airport at 4 pm while my flight was at 11 pm and so I couldn’t check in until 8:40 pm. I feel like I shouldn’t express any of my opinions about what the whole process was like and just let you decide. I sat in front of the check in counter just in case they decided to start checking people in at any point in time before 8:40. One of the employees seemed to have nothing to do and was nice enough to let people come to the front and just weigh their luggage to make sure everything was okay ahead of their check in. Tbc
Do you have any idea how hard it is satiating everyone's desires and obliging all the time with a solid yes when your own heart is screaming "what about me"?
See during the day I paint my skies pretty colours of happiness but when the night rolls in I simply burst out all these tears that were locked up because I reflected upon yesterday's series of constant criticism and the need to speak of my failures in front of a crowd because everyone thinks it's fine to put someone down consistently until they are made to believe that the one word that they feared the most reflects back at them everytime they pass any mirror!
See I've lived most my life trying to please people and I've finally come to terms that it's just one goal that can't be achieved because us humans we like to see the bad first instead of the good we like to complain and argue and throw around vexatious comments in high hope that we try to debase one another's reputation with the words that we spit not realizing that once said it's very hard to take back because words leave stains on hearts that can't be removed easily.
So for me I'm going to start listening to the beat of my own heart and hopefully learn how to fall in love with myself because I promised myself that i won't let me hurt anymore! #writing#writersofinstagram#writingcommunity#writingprompts#writinginspiration#writinglife#writingcommunityofinstagram#writersconnection#writers_den_#writerscircle#writers_together#writergram#poems#poetry#poet#poetrycommunity#poetrylovers#poemoftheday#positivevibes#motivation#lifequotes#deepshit#selflove .
“Alice e Jo camminano all’indietro
sui loro passi solo il vetro,
di chi infondo ha già capito
che per il suo volto verrà punito,
Alice con i capelli scuri
e gli occhi del sud
vorrebbe sparire o aprire
questo mare di vento,
per poter scappare
o nascondersi dentro.
Jo che parla inglese,
maschera il dolore
come chi sa come finirà,
che non ci sarà gloria o amore
in questi vent’anni,
che dovremmo mangiare il mondo
e siamo tutti così stanchi.
Vienimi a prendere ora
e riportami a quando avevamo dieci anni,
cosa era vivere
tu mi guardavi negli occhi
e non volevamo guarire.
Alice e Jo si guardano già
divorate da questo mondo
che si gioca i mondiali,
che corre corre corre
e non ha tempo per loro
che stanno morendo,
ha occhi per loro solo
quando si stanno stringendo...”
I was on the train at night, stood up in a long time going to Kampung Melayu. Sitting beside me was the employees who wanted to go back home after working. Suddenly, i triggered to start thinking a deeply questionable thought about this crowd. How they can survive on this circumstance?
Modern industrial cities based on the conception of the maximum production at lowest cost makes a group of individuals earn as much money as possible neglecting the physiological and mental state of their labors. It looks on the people who are exhausted after they finished their chores at the offices or factories, usually they worked in overtime. .
When i looked around at the window, seemingly, the great cities have been built with no regard for us. The shape and dimensions of the skyscrapers depend entirely on the necessity of obtaining the maximum income per square meter of ground, and of offering to the tenant’s offices and appartement that pleased them.
Jakarta consists of monstrous edifices and the dark, narrow street full of petrol fumes, coal dust, and toxic gases, torn by the noise of motorcycles, cars and buses, and thronged continuosly great crowds. Sometimes , i thought that it has not been planned for the good of inhabitants.
Living in Jakarta is similarly struggling in a cut-throat competition. Someone will win and the other will lose. Someone will dance to the beat and the remains should admit to his defeat choosing to go back home.
Among several opportunities, Jakarta was sinking me again.
Day 19 #authorschallenge2020 My word for the New Year: Perseverance. I am building my website. I'm in the middle of line editing Rumor Has It, and self-editing book 2, so that they can release close together. Not to mention my daily obligations to my family. Did I mention I have a full-time job, know next to nothing about websites, newsletters, and formatting for publishing? I know I'm not alone. Many, if not all of you, are in the same boat, so I know you get it and your word of the new year is probably pretty similar. Maybe we can lean on one another when those days of persevering seem daunting and not worth pursuing any more. Writing may be solitary but succeeding just might take a village. #writing#writersofinstagram#authors#writerslife#gettoknowme#WritingCommunity#followingmydreams#editing#goals#amwriting#writingprompts#writersoﬁg #