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Storms and blackbirds
Mar. 21st, 2025 07:37 amyesterday i could finally write a little more of Laurel's story on a prose note. not only outline, but chapter part.
i know outlines are important and valid too but i do see value on being able to write the actual story, specially when i was so burned out i couldn't even write two words together that sounded good.
probably it has something to do with the great storm we had yesterday. we had rainy days this last two weeks -which is not too good for my laundry schedules but welp-, but not a proper storm, lightning and thunders breaking the sky, blinding flaring clouds in a flash of lilac that burns into your eyes. got my writing stuff, sit down on the conservatoire -or the balcony, if you dont want to call it something that... intense- and begin to write.
raging storm, a pretty nice longplay to hear and a tense scene like the first one on Laurel's story: the night when her life changed forever. the night when she lost all her blood family, discovering another part that she didn't even knew. and maybe, a - love.
i want so badly to show you her story, to see her story finally published, it would be so great!
yesterday's storm truly energized me, rainy days are lovely, but there's something raw and wonderful on storms and thunders. i was talking with my mother on the phone and she told me that she was frightened of storms when i was a child and we were on our first house -a small apartment on an former hotel from a skiing zone, mountain and forest surrounded, specially our house which was directly into the forest-. and yet, she told me i always laughed with the storms, truly enjoying that moment.
also, i identified that lovely singer bird that has been singing everyday at dawn in my roof. it's a blackbird (probably, its pretty dark when i saw him singing) but it matches to the silhouette and the song i heard.
would love to offer him some treat but im not sure if he would descend that close to humans. but it's a nice visit every dawn.
i know outlines are important and valid too but i do see value on being able to write the actual story, specially when i was so burned out i couldn't even write two words together that sounded good.
probably it has something to do with the great storm we had yesterday. we had rainy days this last two weeks -which is not too good for my laundry schedules but welp-, but not a proper storm, lightning and thunders breaking the sky, blinding flaring clouds in a flash of lilac that burns into your eyes. got my writing stuff, sit down on the conservatoire -or the balcony, if you dont want to call it something that... intense- and begin to write.
raging storm, a pretty nice longplay to hear and a tense scene like the first one on Laurel's story: the night when her life changed forever. the night when she lost all her blood family, discovering another part that she didn't even knew. and maybe, a - love.
i want so badly to show you her story, to see her story finally published, it would be so great!
yesterday's storm truly energized me, rainy days are lovely, but there's something raw and wonderful on storms and thunders. i was talking with my mother on the phone and she told me that she was frightened of storms when i was a child and we were on our first house -a small apartment on an former hotel from a skiing zone, mountain and forest surrounded, specially our house which was directly into the forest-. and yet, she told me i always laughed with the storms, truly enjoying that moment.
also, i identified that lovely singer bird that has been singing everyday at dawn in my roof. it's a blackbird (probably, its pretty dark when i saw him singing) but it matches to the silhouette and the song i heard.
would love to offer him some treat but im not sure if he would descend that close to humans. but it's a nice visit every dawn.
