February 2012
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Things I Am Actually Doing For Story Ideas
Because I probably should at least elude to the name I gave this blog.
Most of this is going to ring fairly obvious.
Writing prompts. A book you might want to flick through is ‘The Writer’s Block’ by Jason Rekulak. It’s a block (quite literally) of images, quotes ‘spark words’ (eg ‘fertility’) and general ideas. It can fit in your hand and...
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Deadline
I will start posting Portraits Of Seventh Heaven by the third of March.
Please do let me know now if you would like to change your answer, I’m still accepting new ones as well. If you’re not happy with me posting your full answer (without your name) please also do let me know now.
Thank you to all of you who have sent yours in in the meantime. I’m thinking of using at least...
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Colossal (This Is The Start)
Tonight, marking my body with the odd hexagonal pattern of my bare mattress. Human Centipede was not a good film, not for a Tuesday. I was making plans at eight pm, feeling the bruises on my jaw with thin and diluted fingernails. Frostbitten angles, where my chin hit your collarbone, my face into your neck and your hair with my shampoo in it. I am habitually having to answer for myself, luckily...
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Bright Eyes - The Center Of The World
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An Expression You Once Used
Having lunch with my family, who are growing up and also growing old. At times I catch glimpses of my father and there’s a likeness to the man I recognise, but mindless errors, faults that are breeding with age. Dad, I wanted to say, you need to trim your eyebrows. Dad, you have a coldsore, you shouldn’t be so stressed, eat more B vitamins. Dad, where did your comforting middle-age...
As a side note, and nothing of importance:
On this day last year I was in Melbourne turning off the life support of someone I cared for very much. People are always quick to say things get better, they always get better. I’d say it’s not so much they do,though. It’s more you think about these things so much they lose their grip on you.
That said. It’s no easier, not a...
Anonymous asked: Where are you from?
Anonymous asked: You expose so much of yourself on here I can't help but wonder what's left?
urs0 asked: Your writing is so bloody inspiring
Anonymous asked: I check your list of kisses every now and then but you don't update it
Hah, shoot I was wondering if I’d get pulled up for that..
(This might be super boring for a lot of people)
To start, I wouldn’t recommend going gluten-free unless you’ve been diagnosed as having an intolerance to it, or you’ve read things slamming grains like this, this and this and have decided to try it and see if you feel any better. It’s not for everyone...
Anonymous asked: I want to ask you something that isn't related to writing at all
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Fourteen
Describe the worst date of your life. Where do you think your date is now? Do you think he or she ever thinks of you?
(I have been on too many awful dates) On dating at fourteen:
I did not have even an ounce of attraction during my teenage years. I wore wide-legged jeans, this when skinny’s had suddenly flounced into fashion, to my utter dismay you can understand. Wide-legged jeans and expensive...
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Oh, Playboy Youth
You: All of my unreturned library books. I will forever pay for forgetting.
It frightens me, the knowledge I will be reminiscent for this past year of unemployment. Like, the freedom to sit and eat an apple in the park, the worst element of any day, only the weather. Walking home from the gym at ten-thirty pm to stand, flushed and glassy, at the fridge to eat a fig, decadence; sinless. It doesn’t...
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Oh God Frigid Thoughts
*PO7H is coming, I promise. I’m having problems disconnecting myself from some of the people who I know, even vaguely, who sent in their responses.
The rain is intermittent tonight. Like an insecure come-on, it wanes, unsure. Unties and reties its laces, hesitates again. For fucks sake. In the supermarket feeling up fresh figs, I’m as dithering as the weather. So ripe some are...
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Unmoved Again
Moments when you should have taken the hard-line with yourself always seem so marked in retrospect. Are you thinking of love now? Love would indeed be the oppressor in a film or comic. In love the obvious slips into latent. My flatmate has never been in love, at twenty-three I find this not only hard to collect my thoughts around but also perceive as vulnerable. He is. Or maybe he’s just...
After a few drinks she had developed that white film at the corners of her mouth. I only wanted to kiss her lips clean, snowflake kisses, I said to myself. All of her was what was showing, I felt. A light turned on in a room above me as I walked home and I realised then I’d made a mistake. But there’s no turning around and running towards someone when it’s the end of a weekend...
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Things We Do When Nobody Sees
There is a bin outside our back door with a council rubbish bag in it, it’s been there since before I moved in which must have been almost three months ago. Since then it has rained several times so the bin has now filled with water which the rubbish bag is floating in. Along with the water, there are maggots which have broken free from the bag and have grown appendages that almost look like...
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“It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple...”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky
There was something I wanted to do all week. But instead I went to somebody’s place and listened to him patronise me until I couldn’t stand the characters he pulled from my personality, the ones I never recognise. All the little girls I could be. Except my intelligence isn’t something that should be doubted based on the four years he might have on my twenty-one. I sincerely hope you do not talk...
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Door Slamming Dreams
Melatonin just puts you to sleep, does not keep. I wake as you leave.
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This Was Spirited
Self esteem classes. Something about that to me seems mildly contradictory but I can’t quite place a finger on what that is. My nails are bitten anyway. It would be an ugly finger to place. I don’t know a single person that likes themselves. At twenty-one, I don’t know a single person that can take a compliment without some sort of timid rejection, or without colour pursuing...
Anonymous asked: Is it selfish of me to wish you were still doing those daily reports? They must have taken a long time but they were fun and it was like living your life. You write in a way that lacks artificiality.
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Palindromes
I am someone that falls in love with everyone I see. Albeit a mild love. It’s not impossible. You are all endearing.
I am making these things for other people for Valentines Day. Things I can’t eat anyway.
I’m finally on the accommodation supplement. A lovely young supervisor asking me about my plans, my life, my energy levels. I fell in love with him too, I’ll never see...
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Every day on the way home I pass a day-spa called the Stress Exchange. Which I always muse is a lovely notion. Not that I have any stress worth counting in my life, I may be covered in sand but I’m not carrying buckets of it. It’s a shame it’s probably a sham. Under no circumstances would a bikini wax be considered relaxing. Maybe it’s done under nitrous. This is typically...
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Automatic Stop - The Strokes
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Of Significance
I was told to go to counselling for PTSD in March last year. I obliged. My father was worried, he also paid my rent. He’d slip an extra $10 for coffee into my account along with it and later the bill I was charged for talking to strangers about the weepy-eyed animals that survived inside. I bought cigarettes with it mostly. Sitting outside the building smoking beforehand I think was...
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2011 In Photographs (Part Three)
30-September-5:53pm
1-October-1:18pm
30-October-1:32am
3-November-6:00pm
5-November-1:42am
5-November-7:55pm
3-December-12:45pm
10-December-3:50pm
31-December-11:03pm
1-1-2012 2:36am
zombiehammer asked: Love the quills, keep them coming.
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At the moment I can’t write anything/have no faith in anything I do happen to write.
So just chill out for a bit. Portraits Of Seventh Heaven I’m still working on and I’ll start posting the pieces soon. I might also chuck the rest of Quills up (though you don’t seem to like those so much? Is it really just the personal postings you want?)
Send me something creative if you...
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Spasms Of The Heart
To all the men I see catcalling or eyeing young women or even me, in my wintry outfit, braving the heat, stoic and unreasonable: You are doing each race you belong to an extreme injustice. To an amiable greeting in the street: Such a nonchalant acknowledgement is never really done with ease, is it? To getting a bra fitting in the cold illuminated changing room of a department store far from the...
You had winter-words. High on being coddled, smothered by skin as our limbs aimed to evade the brisk entrance of the season. And I was parched and dry from riding summer’s edge outside of bars, cluttering the pavement with my ecru skin blazing in places. In retrospect I always should have known it was a seasonal dysfunction, yours. I, of course, was willing to withstand autumn’s...
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2011 In Photographs (Part Two)
8-June-5:43am
25-June-2:33am
8-July-5:35pm
18-July-1:06am
14-August-6:23pm
18-August-1:38pm
30-August-2:01pm
31-August-3:51pm
31-August-4:00pm
4-September-8:56pm
18-September-7:37pm
In fact after thinking about this I dare everyone to write their life down in a way that seems whimsical and awe-inspiring. Write your current life down in a way you could show your grand-kids and they’d go WOW, grandma/pa was such a _____ (your choice of word here).
Anonymous asked: Do you have a large group of friends? How many times have you been in love? What were the seven jobs you had? You don't have to share all of the places you were employed, but perhaps just the kinds of things you did? It's up to you. Your life sounds grand.
Anonymous asked: The names you give your posts are ambiguous and sometimes I can't understand them. I wish you'd explain.
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Juniper
I was hoping the wind would change and you would be captured caring for me. Instead you kept the bemused expression you were holding, the arrogance you called age. I was handling dice, wishing for a lucky hand, or yours. I fear I will be caught with the season’s change, still brooding and still hollowed. And again and again and again.
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Portraits Of Seventh Heaven
So far I have seven usable (and willing to be used) answers. I’d really like at least twelve so if you’re around and you’re bored and you’d like to send me something send me this:
If you are happy/ why or why not.
Ask or tidfsi@gmail.com Thank-you!
TN
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Anonymous asked: How tall are you?
