^A screenshot of my writing portfolio website, livianelson.com
I love to write. I have been seriously writing for about 2 years now. I really want to make this Tumblr successful. How do I draw attention to my stories?
Hey! How do you feel about using blogs to display your own personal and/or creative writing? Wordpress vs Tumblr as a venue? and advice for getting over the fear of sharing my writing? Thanks - I LOVE this blog. :-)
I wouldn’t say that I have this big “internet following” of readers of my work, specifically (I know this because when I do try to self promote on Yeah Write, I get proportionately very few bites haha), but I do think it’s useful to have a dedicated website where you post your writing—an e-portfolio, if you will. Not only will more people see your writing—and hey, this is the interwebs, where there are millions of potential readers—but it adds an air of legitimacy to your writing if you’re applying for jobs or trying to get published.
I do have some opinions on how best to do this! Here zay are:
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
For a few months when I was eighteen I was having sex with someone who had faded scars all up and down his arms, small short scars from a knife, maybe a razor blade. I would look at them when he wore t-shirts and I would look at them when we were naked and I wanted to run my fingers along every single one. I touched them a few times, but always lightly, like I didn’t mean it. I don’t know, I thought I’d embarrass him. For a few months when I was nineteen I was having sex with someone with little stretch marks all over his shoulders and chest and stomach and I wanted to stare at them but I tried not to; I wanted to touch them but I was scared to make him feel strange in his body. Later that same year I had sex just once with someone who I met on the bus back home from school, who had straight blond hair and tattoos on his calves and no scars at all on his body. He bought me some beers at the bar out past the mall, then brought me back to his place where he put his hand around my throat and laughed and laughed. I stayed the night anyway, then left his house early in the morning and walked all the way home down Loudon Road and over the river, wondering how close I’d just come to dying, making a list in my head of what the pros and cons would’ve been.
A very important melty, hurty, yearnful story by our own Claire Comstock-Gay, who you may better know as Madame Clairevoyant. This is her first published piece of fiction!
This is sooooo gooooood I’m so glad I read it.(via yeahwriters)