senses upon senses

It’s almost silent. The breeze from nowhere ruffles the fronds. They whisper secrets as they slide against each other. Beyond the breaks in the trees the sea winks, reflecting the sun into the sky and into your eyes. It’s impossibly bright outside of the shade. The wet stone scent, mineral and damp, permeates the air. The dirt, mineral and damp, layers atop. The sea, mineral and damp. lay underneath it all. The air is dry, both to the taste and the touch. The stone underneath is the only thing holding moisture. The back of your mouth tastes like heat, you swallow dry. The steam from the stone is hot, baking feet but also fish. The sea is warm, constantly beaten by the never ending sun. Too cool off you must sit in the damp soil and cover yourself with fallen fronds.

ramblings

this is yet another school assignment where we were supposed to write about a picture, i think this was a remote island somewhere, and use our senses to describe the picture

coming from The Bahamas i think i understand heat pretty well but there’s something about a time limit that makes you just write and write but somehow not write enough and never get the words right

i’m posting it up unedited tho, because, i have to get myself used to imprefection

i’m the type of person who will edit and edit and edit and edit and never ever ever post because it’s still not right and i think that have held me back from so many fun things – making the submission, sharing the writing, competing in contests – because i’m so sure that there’s a mistake somewhere that i absolutely just ran over

and sometimes there is. i’ll go back and find a god awful spelling mistake or a swapped word and, if it’s a rare time i actually managed to submit my writing, bang my head on the desk at my sheer stupidity. but unless i get an editor or a proofreader how would i know? as a single individual there’s only so much i can do

and i know i’m not unskilled, i’ve edited other people’s work. so it just has to be the way it worked sometimes

so that’s why i’m here, posting a rough rushed paragraph and absolutely word vomiting in my author’s notes because sometimes you just gotta gung-ho it.

i’ve registered for another semester of school, five classes again come fall. i’m looking forward to it but as always the anxiety that comes with the upcoming semester is looming. will i be okay at classes, how hard will the work be, can i juggle all my courseload. the usual type of questions.

doesn’t make me any less excited.

i think we in into the bunker with the printing presses this term. and as scared as i am about whether or not i’ll be able to understand how to use them, i’m bouncing on the balls of my feet at the idea of getting to use them. it’s something i want to be good at, but something i want to do whether i’m good at it or not.

when i applied for this degree writing was at the forefront of my mind, the publishing aspect was just an added perk. now tho? the publishing aspect turned out to be so intriguing, so fascinating. not only do i want to write my own books i want to publish them. i want to publish other people. i want all my classmates to be published. i can sit in front of adobe for hours messing with fonts and page set ups and it’s actually kind of fun and not soul sucking like the hours i used to spend drafting legal opinions when i lived my previous life.

other than that, i’m grinding away at my part-time job and since today (the day i’m writing this) is august 1 so my friend group is attempting 75 soft. which we’ve made into 75 really soft because the stiff rules do not vibe with us. 45 minutes of exercise a day is not going to happen so instead of failing i might as well set something more attainable.

i usually don’t partake in these type of “challenges” but i liked how reading was one of the requirements (i want to read more) and the personal growth section (i’m trying to make writing more of a habit). so everything i’ve changed is in reference to writing and reading.

fingers crossed, wish me the best, etc

with stuff like this, i think you’re bound to keep messing up in the beginning but i want to keep on a routine that doesn’t completely crash and burst into flames when i make one mistake. this happens with my skincare routine all the time (which is a point on the 75 soft so it’s all coming together nicely).

until next time

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