Why Did I Join Prose?
Why did I join Prose?
I needed an outlet again. I was once part of a great website for writers and it gave me a chance to explore my potentials. Unfortunately that site is gone, which led be to a depressing state where I could no longer write for myself anymore.
So here I am. I am writing because I wish to show the world my hidden potential. I'm here to voice my opinion through reviews and tap into my unlimited imagination. I'm here to escape from my stress from college and life in general. I'm here because I love doing what I do, which is to write and entertain.
Education: Some college, Majoring in Geology
3 years from now: Who fucking knows?
Why I joined
To be honest, I wasn't looking for a writing website to use when I found Prose, but I looked around and fell in love.
In the fall of 2016, I stumbled upon a weekly challenge about hakius while searching for free poetry contests to enter. I signed up a few days later and posted a small free form poem. I didn't expect to get many respones, which I didn't early on, and that was okay with me.
I continued just so I could share my work without being negatively judged. And honestly, I continued because it was as side of me many didn't know about. I could reveal what I wanted and hide what I didn't. I write in general to express myself and put down the worlds (and words) that are in my head.
And gender, age, education? Eh, I'll be vague. Female; less than 20; and high school. In three years I would like to be comitted (or accepted) to a college and planning to major in astronautical engineering (and maybe a minor or two in dance/computer science/creative writing). If you don't know what a astronautical engieer is, they are the people who work and create the operations for aerospace. They also are the people who design the rockets and satillites etc. that go into space!!
And please don't share my private information...... I rather not be hacked, or found by a perv.... thanks a lot for reading
I fell in love with reading at a very young age, devouring books like snickers bars. I spent whole summers in the shade of my parents front porch with my nose buried between pages. By fifth grade I knew more authors than people, but my stories came later.
Somewhere between sharpied black nails and high school rebellion I started to write for me. At that time much like my appearance my stories were dark. Amongst crumpled paper balls my life took place and I grew.
Writing for me has laid on every burner. Left out overnight and reheated. A few years ago I was turned towards a haiku app. Three lines were divine. Sadly good things seem to end and this app was no exception.
So I backed off let the screen go dark. I was however left with an uprooted brain. I had pulled up ideas and things I had not thought of in years, if at all. Like a fly to a zapper I went back. Only this time there was nothing to return to.
It was actually Apple and the App Store that said “hey if you liked that you may like this”. I must have punched download because Prose jumped up on my screen.
Unlike the first, Prose had a freedom. Not a white square, but a whole notebook. No limits.
I felt like I had just moved into a bookshelf, and I loved it. I set my home somewhere between genres
and planted my page. The rest I guess is history.
I turned 27 on the day the world was going to end and as long as the screen lights up I’ll still be typing it out.
A Writing Habit
I just joined Prose because I'm looking for a way to quiet that nagging voice that keeps telling me to write. As a teacher and new mom, I can rarely find the time, and this will challenge me to create the time. During the summer and other breaks when I finally do have the time to write, I feel like Esther Greenwood and her fig tree. Indecision paralyzes me in many aspects of life, but especially writing. When I do manage to dig in and start something, I never finish it. These challenges will help give me the direction I need and the deadlines will motivate me to finish.
I'm also really afraid to put myself out there and fail, and I need to get over that. The thought of hitting "publish" sends me into panic mode. I get inside my own head and convince myself that whatever I'm writing isn't worth being seen by anyone else, so this is my opportunity to take that leap and write to fulfill my desire to write, not to please anyone else or make money. I hope that, with Prose, I can create a writing habit and set aside the fear that prevents me from doing what I love.
In No Particular Order.
Because I wanted to.
In a densely treed acre that belongs mostly to me.
Because it's great.
Because I love it.
It's scary to admit I'm a writer, even to myself. I don't want to use the word. With it comes expectations of proficiency and productivity I'm not sure I possess.
Internet anonymity is comfortable. Short posts don't take much time. There are no stakes. A post on Prose costs me nothing, risks nothing, and has potential confidence boosting abilities. It lets me flex a muscle. It lets me practice and be vulnerable where no one is looking.
And it offers the possibility of a like. A comment. A repost. Just one is enough to tell me that someone out there thinks my writing might be worth something. Maybe this is shallow, but it really is how I feel.
Perhaps I'll grow up and be a writer, perhaps I won't. But to make me keep going, keep posting things online, keep submitting to magazines and contests, I need to win a little to suffer some loss. One like is a win.
I am a 31 year old female who is a self employed artist by trade, an analyst at heart and a writer by expressive passion. I write (generally speaking) because, life. Sometimes life demands to be recorded, even if it's the internal life of thoughts, as is often the case for me.
I started writing on Prose because my twin joined up and had a lot of praise for the platform, more specifically the users who were engaging other writers with commentary and feedback. I can admit I wanted to know if other writers enjoyed my writing, or if my style and sentence structures were too odd to be a good read.
I have stayed with Prose because I love the community and platform. It's a group of writers who give back. Which is to say, the more you engage the community the more they engage you. From wanting positive input, to serious writer critiques, Prose has it. Or rather, Prose users do.
As someone who dropped out of highschool and got her GED just after turning 17, I used to question my writing talent yet kept writing as to not lose that outpour of thoughts I might otherwise forget, and if course to improve my skills as a writer.
To think forward the next three years I feel inclined to look back at the last three. I don't write as much as I used to. Like my art, I have reached a point where I don't want to write just to write, I want to feel it again, feel the drive to get things on paper, to share with other readers, and to feel like there is more meaning in my words than thought expelled from my brain.
So, going forward I see progress on my biography because I have learned the most through my unconventional journey through life. Because some of my life has been unbelievable yet understandable, heartbreaking yet inspiring, and forever guided by a desire to evolve, even though the paths I take keep shifting.
I want to share my journey, so others can be inspired too. So others may get validation that their lives-- messy and strange as they can be sometimes -- aren't worthless if they don't want it to be. That perhaps, someone reading about my life, can find their own inner strengths to make it through to personal success. Not financial success, but the personal kind where you find peace with yourself and the journey of your life; through whatever obstacles are put in your path.
Those who follow me or check in on my profile every now and again, will probably see a few more life stories popping up, and with them, some fantastical short stories to highlight some whimsical possibilities I've been mulling on for a while. Even so, I don't think I'll be publishing anything as a complete work of wrting for at least five years-- we'll have to see how it goes.
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Why did I join
it beckons me to write
to ruminate and alliterate
to form and
Because (my prose)
I joined Prose, frankly, because I was bored. I needed more writing prompts for the times my brain refused to spit out decent ideas, well, at least at to get going. I belong to many writing sites which encompass several original pieces and fanfiction.
I started writing in 2010 when I finally had ideas that stuck. I went from writing 20 chapter Jonas Brothers fanfiction to my own original stories (some long, some short)) and it turned into being a great outlet for expressing myself when I had no other outlet for my depression, anxiety, frustration or anything else.
I can't say exactly what inspires my writing because I get that question all the time but I can't really pigeonhole my writing into one thing. My writing is mostly inspired by my life and sometimes a really weird dream. Though my trademark with a lot of my stories is real life somewhat exaggerated or my ideal vision of it. Most of my original characters are based off of myself in one way or another. I like to say my characters (the female ones at least) are me with a little bit more backbone, or what I would actually say to people if I had the guts to.
How did I get here?
Last year, I had to type a story for class and a friend asked me to read it to her. She loved what I wrote and ended up sending it to a bunch of people. She later told me about a website called Prose. I signed up and started to see all these writers. I loved reading what other people came up with. The wide range in topics and emotion was amazing. I love to write and get shy to post what I write, so I dont post often.
I am a 17 year old female. I am a senior in high school. I am normally a nanny over the summer, but I don't have a real job. I have applied to almost every place in my town, but I live in a college town, and jobs are quickly taken. In 3 years, I hope to be in college studying sociology.
I write because it is my way of expressing emotion. Writing, to me, is something I feel free with. It is freedom. It is an escape from everything going on in the world. It is a place where I am what I want to be. Your paper is your friend that is there to listen with the pencil being your words. Whenever you share what you write, it becomes your voice, and that is freedom.