Sunday, July 22, 2012

Now I know why...

... writers go away, all by themselves, in a secluded place, just to write.

Personally, I'm planning to write my second novel in the beginning of next year.

I have the gist of the story laid out and I'm planning to build it up more, but I'll probably only do it at the end of the year, as I need to focus on my final semester.

I'm also planning to get away for a couple of weeks, or a month maybe, to somewhere not here.

Why? Because I need a different scenery and some time to get away from the same routine everyday. It's not that I do not like home, but the mundane routine I'm doing everyday kind of kills off any inspiration.

Hence, I think if I take a short trip just to focus on writing my first draft, I would be able to write better and more efficiently.

So, where am I planning to go? Well, that I do not know. I'll just be saving up money and when I have finally decided, I'll see if I have enough. Maybe... somewhere by the sea? Or somewhere comfortable outside the city?

I hope to be able to complete my 1st draft in that time alone so that I don't have to worry about having an incomplete story when I start working. And when I have finally earned enough, I will self publish again, or, find a publisher, but those are just plans that could change. For now, I'm just focusing on a trip.

If you have any suggestions on places to go, cheap and comfortable, possibly in Malaysia itself, do let me know in the comments below!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Shot Unaware

My heart hurts,
It hurts to the core,
Its like my soul has been ripped out,
And I can't take it any more.

You caught me by surprise,
Oh yes you did,
It was like an unexpected bullet to the heart,
shocked as the wound started to bleed.

All the good times we had,
And all the plans that we made,
Sounded so perfect and true,
But not away they start fade.

No words can describe the torment;
Something my mind can't even comprehend.
We had a good thing going,
Why did it have to end?

Now I'm left to dry,
As my hope for us you destroyed,
And in my clouded mind,
The dreams I had for us is void.

It'll take time to heal,
And it'll take a lot of tears,
But if it's what you have to do,
Then let me not be one of your fears.

I don't hate you,
And I don't blame you.
It's not me being understanding,
It's just that I can't even if I wanted to.

So, here's me forgiving you;
A pretty hard thing to do.
We can still be friends?
At least we have some memories to fall back to.

(Jeyna LSC © 12 July, 2012)