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I am the owner and blogger on this site. Hi! :D I like sparkles, sweets, and being nice. But I also laugh at snarky things. So I'm a work in progress.

A Poetic Look At: How Iambic Pentameter Isn’t Terrifying (Nor Is Any Other Meter)

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(c) 2013 Windy Johansen

Ack! Meter AGAIN?

I-I know. I kind of messed it up before. Also, it helps to revisit things like this every now and again.

But it’s boring! And lame! Did I mention it was boring?
Yeah, it kind of is. It’s one of those fussy things. But it helps give your writing better…flow, you might call it.

O-Oh. Okay. Why?

There’s an inherent musicality in words, in the interplay of different stresses. If you put them together in the right way, you can mold your words to flow sweetly and calmly…or you can purposefully make them very jarring. (If you’re writing a scary scene, think of how it might help to have your words assisted by a jarring sort of rhythm. Conversely, think of how two lovers might speak to one another, and how you can show us their love for one another without relying entirely on just the words they speak.)

So I..hm. So how does this work?

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Two things that stink.

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(c) 2013 Windy Johansen

One, migraines. Head pain, nausea, light sensitivity, and sound sensitivity are some of the symptoms I experience.

Two, grief. I didn’t walk through any darkened alleyways, but I did get attacked by grief. I’m in thousand-yard-stare mode.

As a result, today’s post is late, and will be posted by tomorrow. There will be an extra post this week to compensate.

I’m sorry, This isn’t supposed to happen. :(

<3

Writing Prompt: Understanding

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(c) 2013 Windy Johansen

We all need understanding. We crave the warmth that understanding brings us. Love without judgement.

Can you remember a time when someone understood you and it made you brighter, if only for a few moments?

What does this inspire you to write? It might be rage that the person you understands has gone away. It might be elation that somebody gets it. (I’m not sure which one I’d choose, really. I’ve felt both ways.)

Trust you. Know that there is good in the world, and that it doesn’t go away just because we rage at it. Know too, that knowing your own truth, messy though it might be, is a very free place to be. Know that love can and will find you there.

Giving yourself this kind of understanding is very powerful, because you learn to love you while carrying on through caustic locales. Then you can be that carrier of saving grace for others, as well as yourself.

What would you like to say?

<3 I'll listen.