Inspired by Leah Umansky’s article.
Step 1: Find a work space. my bed creates the magic that turns butterflies into words and paints dreams on my glittery pink notebook. the bleeding pen becomes the only companion who understands because she can read and write down my mind. Step 2: Brainstorm. when i learn of a universe beyond my home, i explore. in my stories, fairytales and unicorns don’t seem so far after all. but my fantastical elven cottages are decimated with age & the world is no longer a dream. it becomes reality. Step 3: Snip. Snip. Snip. my memories fragment, spilling over water-wrinkled pages. i relive the thoughts that drove me to insanity, tears, passionate flames of emotion i don’t yet know how to control. & they tear me apart until i am but shreds of paper. Step 4: Layout. i almost drown in the river of words that i so lovingly pursued before. fragments of myself are debased to gibberish: something nobody can understand, or envision, but me. i rearrange my story with punctuation, lines, forgotten summers, the second day of school, to make another imperfection. Step 5: Paste. the words reinvent me into the protagonist i dreamed to become since i travelled to the land of storybook mermaids. they attract and fit perfectly to make the puzzle of myself, so that my once crisp newspaper life becomes ripped poetry: unique, limitless, undefined—