This Time (poem)

This isn’t the first time you’ve done this

Disappointed me in my grief

This isn’t the first time you’ve brought me

To tears and to disbelief

But I will find from inside me

The strength to give praise to my God

For even from this, He can save me

Even from this, can bring good

sometimes, I think to myself

• No one will ever want to read the things I want to write


• No one will ever care about my characters but me


• There are more productive things to do with my time


• Why can’t I do something more important than worldbuilding?


• Why can’t I do something more valuable than conlanging?


• Why can’t I be the person everyone thinks I should be?


• Why does nothing I do matter?

And then I try to think about every person who’s ever read my stories or poems and loved them, every encouraging word I’ve ever gotten in my anxious moments, every time someone has expressed an interest in my conlanging, and I think to myself, don’t give up yet.

So I've Changed My Theme

So I could featured image to add post icons on my actual website. I missed having them from LJ.

Also discovered I have not kept the August fic and poetry masterpost updated. Get right on that.

Tomorrow. Or after I move.

Promptly Quotable #004

Write a poem about

“One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.” — James Russell Lowell

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Poems do not have to match the prompt exactly. Prompts are only meant to inspire and be a jumping off point for your own creativity.

Poems can be posted in the comments directly or linked to your own journal.