A field, full of armoured tanks and soldiers and guns – covered in beautiful, cut and wild flowers.
We march past, and people stop to take photos – turning war into Instagram.
We are flowers – once growing and beautiful but cut for the purpose of display and beauty, so we die. We add chemicals or dyes, we flatten and press them to try and preserve the life we have already taken. But we are flowers – once cut from our stem, we perish.
And as is the way of things. A beauty designed not to last. We are ruined by the spoils of greed and war – wanting more world than our home grown field. But one flower only needs one home to nurture it.
We long for youth and beauty and longevity- but they cannot co-exist. Time will make graves from us all.
I’m working on a collection of articles and poetry called Writers Are People Too, and I’m pretty excited.
After I postponed Searching For Katherine, I decided the best way to take a step back from the novel was to take a break from fiction for a while. And so, I am spending my summer writing articles and poetry, and exploring my recently developed strong-arm that is the world of non-fiction.
Writers Are People Too is pretty self-explanatory: it’s about how writers have lives outside of their writing careers. Many of us have dipped a toe into sharing this with the world via life-blogs (mine’s called The Life Of A 19-Year-Old Author) and it’s been pretty successful.
The non-fiction eBook will cover everything from society to personal relationships to how we live our day-to-day lives.
Writers Are People Too is humourous, but ultimately true. It’s written by a writer, about writers, for writers – and the general public. I won’t be spilling any trade secrets, but giving the world a chance to remember that writers are people too.
If you can think of anything that you think should be included, comment below, or Tweet Me @melissaholden94
I often find that my life gets in the way of my writing career.
This isn’t to say I’m not progressing, but in reference to the physical act of pen to paper – I just don’t have the time.
This year has been particularly taxing on my writing, with Her Campus; university; work and several personal issues. As well as looking for a new place to live; attempting to maintain what is left of my social life since I moved to Canterbury; blogging, attempting to date a guy; and all the while fit in some sleep and time to eat at least one meal a day.
I know it’s all part of the course I’m on in life, but sometimes I just want to tell my life to move out of my way, and actually let me write.
I think most writers can sympathise with this notion: the vicious circle – you can’t live without a paid job, but your job gets in the way of your writing. The only reason I do anything is for my writing, but my life is stopping me writing. A tragic trap for any writer.
I can only hope, that once I’ve graduated, my writing will suffer that little bit less, and I can finally dedicate the majority of my time to “killing my darlings”.