Maria Sanchez
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A fan of literature, nature and art. Serial hobby enjoyer.
learning to share my thoughts.
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I Already Have Writer’s Block
Life is funny in that when we start something, we have all this full-force motivation, but once it comes time to do the work, we release our reigns and want to give in. I will not, however, be a victim to this! Procrastinating, probably, but giving up? Not just yet. Day 3 would be too early to call it.
By Maria Sanchez3 months ago in Poets
If I was embarrassed, would you want to see it?
Creative writing has always been really funny to me because I never knew how to start a piece. How does one start this flow of consciousness just from pen to page to thoughts? Let’s begin! I mean, seriously, I can’t be the only one who finds writing and throwing up similar. Between feeling choked up with all these words that you want to say yet having no way to say them in a cohesive manner, let alone be able to tell a story good enough to read. Then you must go through the additional effort of editing and publishing all that word vomit and having other people look at it. It’s quite a crude feeling indeed. With that said, I’ve really taken this challenge to heart with wanting to write every single day. The permission has seemed to also manifest into writing multiple times a day. What’s really nice about setting the parameters of being allowed to write anything as long as it meets the word limits of vocal has really inspired me to just allow myself to let go and just put down thoughts to paper. It’s also posed the question: why is it so embarrassing to put ourselves out there? Creativity has always been a big part of my life (my most notable accomplishment being an art award from school, where the prize was about $50 worth of art supplies back in the 2000s) and it’s always bled into other areas of my life. Yet I still hate to show my work! It’s such a similar sentiment to vomiting and then asking you to please come over and look at it because I’ve cleaned it up a bit— truly a horrendous exchange— yet I believe that’s what makes art, art. It’s not easy to put yourself out there, let alone when you have complicated emotions like grief, love, lust, ambition— all these powerful sentiments other people can relate to, but that you’re just not sure they can relate to you quite exactly like you do. It’s in that singularity, that peculiarity that I believe is what makes a difference in how we view ourselves as artists alike. A signature print that we leave as we spend time on this earth— you know a Dali from a Van Gogh from a Tim Burton and even when there’s work that’s similar you still know that the essence is different. It’s a replica. That’s incredibly intimate; art is incredibly intimate in its singularity.
By Maria Sanchez3 months ago in Humans
Why does having you read my writing make me feel naked?
To pass the time and racing thoughts I paint, I knit, I write. Those are my main outlets, followed closely by sewing, baking, and clay molding. A variety of outlets that open you to criticism, such as the quality and mastery of your craft. How straight your seams are or how neat your edges are. How lifelike your art is. To create is a bold and scandalous act. It takes guts to pour your soul into your work and to bring into existence the noise or “flow” that comes from your mind.
By Maria Sanchez3 months ago in Humans
My Favorite Color
If you’d would’ve asked me, what my favorite color was, for most of my life I’d blue. I’d dance around the word like I had meant seashores and lakes. Sport caps with favorite teams, drinking lemonade on top daddy’s shoulders, under the vast and equally blue skies.
By Maria Sanchez4 years ago in Poets
A Perfect Society
Revja was the kind of woman that flew under almost everyone's radar. She got good grades but never really felt the need to excel in academia. She knew she was smart, and she doesn't feel the need to prove it. Since Revja is now twenty-five she is now in her final year of society preparations at Rigby. Rigby University and Quarry is a federally funded live-in academy where all members of society learn the rules and roles of the social order. Revja was just tall enough to survive sorting, yet not quite tall enough to draw attention from the sea of people in the halls and corridors of Rigby. Coasting was the game here. “I just need to graduate” a mantra uddered through the halls as the semester wrapped up. Revja started making her way to the dining hall, her hair militantly pulled back, her uniform pressed, she was someone who never got in trouble but she also knew to never push her luck. Laser-focused she settled in her seat, the final days of classes feeling heavier than usual. While the other students frantically prepared for The Summit Exam. she couldn’t be bothered. She knew I was gonna pass, she always does. It’s what fate she would serve if she didn’t get the score she wanted.
By Maria Sanchez4 years ago in Fiction
5 Tips to Reduce Your Alcohol Consumption
Saying that you don’t drink can be a social crusifix. While I’ve notice tides changing to a more holistic future, the drinking industry isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Whatever your reasons maybe for quitting or lower how much you drink, I’m extremely proud of you for taking the first step. Knowing that you need to stop.
By Maria Sanchez4 years ago in Lifehack
