Atari Is Back?!?!?

Atari is back?!?!?

To an Abandoned World

An abandoned world

being overtaken by

ambitious verdure.

I promise I'm not here from twitter or reddit I just succumbed

Autumn is a state of being

It is the sigh of the wind,

The smell of fresh, decaying things

Soaked in tears or

Forced down closer to Sheol

By our feet.

It is a raindrop

Falling so perfectly on your upturned face,

It slides down your cheek

Like a tear.

Autumn is laying in bed at night, lost.

It is crying out with your whole spirit

For warmth

For adventure

For something you can just barely touch.

Just out of sight.

Autumn is the slow decline of all things

The knowledge that we are getting older

And we haven't done

As much as we wanted to.

That our younger selves would be

Enamored

Or maybe

Disappointed.

Autumn is the slow decline of all things

So that something new

Can be born out of it.

Or something old can be born again--

A Phoenix red as falling leaves.

Autumn is a state of being.

A lot of writing tips, I feel, can relate a little to the rest of life.

It's really easy to get caught up on a small plot point and mull over it, editing and editing that one point again.

But that won't get you anywhere.

Even if it's not perfect, you have to keep writing past that or else you'll never end up making progress.

That embarrassing thing you did five years ago? That one comment? They suck, and they can hurt or keep you awake. But it's a minor plot point, and you have to step over it and keep writing. Even if out of spite.

It is quite possibly one of the hardest things to do in both writing and in real life.