TheThumbelina

~ All About Knotted ~
          	
          	
          	It has been months since these small hands of mine stopped writing.
          	
          	It has been months since I felt the creative spikes that get me through any writing, any plot, any dialogue.
          	
          	It had always been difficult to gather all ideas and seam it with the words — all that stitching and unstitching — but it had never been this hard to gather the courage and eventually end up downpouring my emotions into words till I drown, till the words drown itself.
          	
          	It had never been this hard to look for something that will push me to do things, not only in writing, but also in existing and living up this life of mine.
          	
          	I had to check on my reflection once in a while to see what was happening, but all I know is that I am growing up and that meant that I also had to deal with the occasional leaving out.
          	
          	Leaving out childhood fun for growing up.
          	Leaving out hometown for senior year and college.
          	Leaving out big house slash safe haven for dormitory.
          	Leaving out people for new people.
          	Leaving out people who left me out for people I am yet to meet.
          	
          	
          	
          	All of these things drained me out for who I was and along with it is my usual enthusiasm for writing.
          	
          	However, if it wasn't for all the losses and the making-ups, I wouldn't have had discovered who I can be and who I am yet to be.
          	
          	I have discovered new things, new people and new places that once again electrified me back to life. 
          	
          	
          	Knotted is a collection of my most genuine thoughts. Here, I don't have to worry about taking off my clothes and ending up nowhere because I know with this kind of nakedness, I am actually getting somewhere. 
          	
          	Each part represents a person who either broke me or made me — there's no in between.
          	
          	Each part represents a memory, a dream, a yearning, an aching, a whistling of my own sanity.
          	
          	This is me getting back on everything I've lost.

TheThumbelina

~ All About Knotted ~
          
          
          It has been months since these small hands of mine stopped writing.
          
          It has been months since I felt the creative spikes that get me through any writing, any plot, any dialogue.
          
          It had always been difficult to gather all ideas and seam it with the words — all that stitching and unstitching — but it had never been this hard to gather the courage and eventually end up downpouring my emotions into words till I drown, till the words drown itself.
          
          It had never been this hard to look for something that will push me to do things, not only in writing, but also in existing and living up this life of mine.
          
          I had to check on my reflection once in a while to see what was happening, but all I know is that I am growing up and that meant that I also had to deal with the occasional leaving out.
          
          Leaving out childhood fun for growing up.
          Leaving out hometown for senior year and college.
          Leaving out big house slash safe haven for dormitory.
          Leaving out people for new people.
          Leaving out people who left me out for people I am yet to meet.
          
          
          
          All of these things drained me out for who I was and along with it is my usual enthusiasm for writing.
          
          However, if it wasn't for all the losses and the making-ups, I wouldn't have had discovered who I can be and who I am yet to be.
          
          I have discovered new things, new people and new places that once again electrified me back to life. 
          
          
          Knotted is a collection of my most genuine thoughts. Here, I don't have to worry about taking off my clothes and ending up nowhere because I know with this kind of nakedness, I am actually getting somewhere. 
          
          Each part represents a person who either broke me or made me — there's no in between.
          
          Each part represents a memory, a dream, a yearning, an aching, a whistling of my own sanity.
          
          This is me getting back on everything I've lost.

TheThumbelina

I am so overwhelmed right now.
          
          
          I haven't been able to check my notifications for a while and now that I did... I am flabbergasted. 
          
          
          100+ reads is such a good head start and it's really, truly, completely making me feel proud of the immeasurable blackness under my eyes. Tbh, I have to stay up late to collect every single idea, organize them and have enough bravery to put them into words. I admit I am running out of metaphors to describe what Cliff should feel. Sometimes, it's taking me a lot of motivation to continue. I feel like in every single sentence I write, there's a mistake; a need to improve, but I keep telling myself that this is simply the outlet of my persona and I have to be positive and well, carry on to be a better writer and have a better writing style.
          
          Thank you for the 2 girls who are both very eager to read my story. Sometimes, the chapters don't even make sense, but I thank you guys for appreciating it! It makes me so happy knowing you've got my back on this.
          
          
          So the only thing on my mind right now is: ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENTS.
          
          
          As an aspirant, I know I have to endure the inevitable running-out-of-this and thats- moments, but one thing's for sure, I will finish this story with all my heart. This is my #1 passion and I have to make the best out of it. 
          
          
          Thank you guys and bear with me! Cliff and Aurine's love story is waiting to be unraveled and I really planned every twist and turn, every exit and entrance. My plans are laid out and I really do wish and pray--to all the saints drinking coffee at this point-- that you will enjoy the story plot. 
          
          
          
          Thank you, God.
          I know you're reading this. You are my courage.
          
          
          
          Lots of love,
          TheThumbelina✉