The world was now peopled with vague fantastic figures that dissolved under her steady gaze and then formed again in new shapes. ~Chinua Achebe Here is a quote from a book I’ve recently finished reading as a recommendation per my friend, Billy Osogo. As a writer, I would highly recommend Achebe’s “Things Fall Apart” for…
Tag: writing
{counterbalance} poem x e.l. jayne
{counterbalance} love is blind; a reflection of ourselves, it’s loving the image of someone ceaselessly and ignorantly, not the person— but how they make you feel. to love someone else is the ultimate act of self-love, counterbalanced with the risk of self destruction. –e.l. jayne
{wind} poem part II x e.l. jayne
{wind} part II like the wind, your words leave no trace, you only see the aftermath of its destruction. –e.l. jayne
{wind} poem x e.l. jayne
{wind} all the poems you wrote, all the words you spoke, became gusts of wind, that gathered momentum, and then vanished. –e.l. jayne
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all you are creating is also creating you. –e.l. jayne
Question of the Day: No. 541 — Pointless Overthinking
With pumpkin spice flooding the streets again, autumn is just around the corner. August is like the Sunday of summer and it’s almost over. September is just a few sleeps away. Is it just me or have the first 8 months of 2021 absolutely flown by? Question of the Day: No. 541 — Pointless Overthinking
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{epilogue} always remember; life is good. life is what you make of it. choose to see the good in others, in life, and most importantly, in yourself. –e.l. jayne
Should you force yourself to write? A discussion. — Pointless Overthinking
Happy Sunday, folks, or Monday already depending on where and when you’re reading this. I know a lot of us in this community are also writers, so I thought I’d share a quote that resonated with me this week: “We may think that the book we will write will be bad. Even worse will be […]…
Subtle Changes — Pointless Overthinking
Creamy clouds dissipate to reveal sparkling waves. Makeshift linen dresses. Vineyard horizons. Tangerine colored terraces overlook the marble sand. Salty hair. Fresh strawberries. Sun-spotted hands. And we pause for a moment. If you stare at the sand for a while, tiny grains of sand fall from their mounds. Out of nowhere there’s a change—unnoticeable to […]…
Why don’t we ask the tough questions? — Pointless Overthinking
By E.L. Jayne Why do we wait to ask the tough questions until someone is on their deathbed, until it’s the last time we’ll see someone, or before we go our separate ways? Why don’t we ask the tough questions? — Pointless Overthinking
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