I outline one of the many forms of writer’s block that may be stopping you from enjoying writing–or stopping your writing altogether. This type focuses on the feeling that you’re not really a writer, or that you’re just pretending to call yourself one. // Word Count: 705 Continue Reading Types of Writer’s Block: I’m A Fake
So I watched Bambi for the first time in many, many years last night. Here is a summary:
oh wow we’re in the forest and there are lots of animals everywhere.
HOLY SHIT A FAWN IS BORN!
Bambi: what dis. what dis? what dis. bir. bir. birD.
Bambi’s mama: yo let’s go to the meadow. it’s wonderful.
Bambi: aw shit yaaaas!
Bambi’s mama: DAFUQ BAMBI DON’T RUN OUT LIKE THAT.
Bambi: O_O danger exists in the world
Bambi’s daddy: I’m a boss-ass bitch.
girl fawn: hey.
Bambi: ….. *blushes*
Bambi in winter: what dis? what dis? am I eating bark? holy shit, grass in the meadow!!!!
Bambi’s mama: I fucked up I fucked up I fuc–*dead* (40 minutes, or 2/3, of the film have gone by)
Bambi: WE’RE SAFE!! oh, wait, nevermind. aw shit. now I gotta live with dad.
springtime and every animal is horny.
grumpy, antisocial owl: y’all gonna get horny
Bambi, skunk-I-always-thought-was-a-girl, and Thumper: nah.
~*~*~fifteen minute sequence of the animals getting courted in the most euphemistic “this is lust” scene from Disney~*~*~
now Bambi fights an aggressive, abusive deer for that one female deer from earlier whose name I legitimately cannot hear properly.
Bambi’s daddy: yo look at these Men. they’re gonna fuck up everything.
suddenly everything is on fire.
Bambi knocks up his lady, who gives birth to twins, and then fucks off into the forest with his dad.
A dream-slash-nightmare journal. I think this also counts as creative writing. This entry features landscapes and strange creatures. // Word Count: 515 Continue Reading Night #1
Personal diary on my experiences with short-term therapy. May be triggering to those with mental illnesses. Day 0: Making the appointment. // Word Count: 554 Continue Reading Therapy Diary: Day 0
A revelation: I’m not going to die or starve if I let my tummy rumble for a bit. Let my body remember the physical cues. This is progress. I am allowed to feel hunger.
I have lost the Magic that comes with writing, and I blame my studies as a Literature Major… as well as myself. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ // Word Count: 595 Continue Reading The Fate of “Writing Magic” As A Lit Major
A brief list of 9 goals I’d like to accomplish in 2016. Some relate to writing, others relate to health (physical and mental, of course). // Word Count: 255 Continue Reading 2016 Goals
This post is an introduction to the new year, the author (Coryl o’Reilly), and the website. Welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay. // Word Count: 298 Continue Reading An Introduction