The sea opens up
swallowing, cerulean waves
crest and fold over
my head, pulling me under.
Thanks for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA
The sea opens up
swallowing, cerulean waves
crest and fold over
my head, pulling me under.
Thanks for reading!
-Alina
Eyes open wide and
dreams hold me together with
the spaces between knowing
and unknowing, a sight for
the sore eye, a sight for me
just enough to believe
in dreams again and close my eyes.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Moon, luminescent above me
clear the pathway for me
a shimmering line of silver
lead me on, lead me on your
midnight river, to glories end.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
A few days after my last post I had a breakthrough. I was working on my daily writing one morning and finally got up enough courage to look over the rough draft of my book I’ve been working on. I ended up editing and rewriting a few pages and before I knew it I had worked my way all the way to Part 3 of my book. I was surprised, after more than a month of struggling I had just slipped back into working on my book. After a couple more days I finished my third rough draft of my book at a local coffee shop. The final chapters still need quite a bit of work and I need to solidify a final ending but the climax action scenes (the most important stuff) is all done.
I am so relieved that I was finally able to break through my wall, whatever it was. The expectations, the stress, the pain of doubting myself and my work. I know there is still more work to be done and I’m barely even close to having a finished manuscript but the progress I’ve made this last week pushes me to continue.
What else have I been up to?
I’m currently reading Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin, I forgot that I have read this book before and I get a sneaky feeling it might’ve been last year. I love the way this story is written and Levin’s style is something that I respond to, how he synthesizes facts and real-world events with the otherworldly and supernatural. By grounding his horrifying story with descriptions pulled from the real-world, he creates a foundation in which I can easily find myself falling for the trick of ‘is this possible?’ (of course not).
I”m also reading, Leonard Cohen’s Beautiful Losers. This work feels like a surreal dreamscape interwoven with sex. It is compelling, funny, and a little disorienting but I like Cohen’s writing. His style is different, free-flowing and almost scattered but when I take a closer look, I think it only feels ‘scattered’ because Cohen wants me to think it is.
What I’m listening to:
Thank you for reading and following me on my journey,
-Alina
The clouds gather, a dark gray
pulsating with electric anticipation,
the sun peaks out between the thick
clouds reflecting brightly with persimmon tones
and I know that the rain will come heavy and hard
and quick. It does.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina