A Fertile Mind's Failings
All writers and artists have trouble getting things started. i hope any furs get through any blocks they might be experiencing! this poem was written on 6/15/2016. written by me, fane star.
2021-08-16 Writing in 3D Exercise
#3 of writer's crossing some strong language. the exercise involved picking a quote on offer and writing. i just went on a stream of consciousness spiel, i suppose. i dunno why. i picked the line "124 was spiteful."
When Frustration and Mystery Embrace
#4 of poetry been having a bad streak of writer's block. i came up with this.
Recent Inactivity
#8 of a nightmare hey all, i apologize for not being around lately however i hit a massive writers block lately and that meant that i could not write.
Fears of a Newbie Writer
I want to be a writer. no. i am a writer no matter whether i'm good or bad. just doing the act is all i need. till then i fill these pages with words and who knows, maybe someone will like them.
A Writer's Perdicament
Your a natrual writer, a very good knack for writing." keep on writing! your writing is excellent... [angry growls and incoherent curses and words] fuckin' shit man, if i can write real well why doesn't seem like it in my stories!? my ass!
Writer-Fazed
Iaran is a writer. i affirm to myself inside. i pick up the pencil, click the lead out a quarter-inch, press it to the paper and begin to write.
Writer's Block
I'm tired of this writer's block. it's not just a writer's worst nightmare, but a metaphor on life. the words are on the tip of the tongue, but they just won't come.
graveyard men - poem
They say they meet in graveyards where the leaves crunch and crumble where the men meet under the moonlight rumored has it to drink and mumble Down the sidewalk they'll come Paving their path in groups treading along the walk, footsteps heavy in...
Cul-de-Sac
#5 of writer's crossing i think it's for all ages. anyways, this was my submission for the september 2021 writing prompt for the writers' crossing group. i really struggled with the end.
November
Here it was where the world ended. Autumn finally gave way, submitted before the heavy nights of winter came crashing down. Living breath steamed into a useless cloud that dispersed away. Frost crept over the ground and made way for the reign of cold....
Breaking the Rules
"well today is the day that this semi-professional writer goes pro." "do what now? you mean...."